The Lamar register., 1892-11-12
.How ar. you feeling tonight. Hell

amantine heart there were lu-s ~
soft soots-one for his sick wiie, ,hs
other for a son, whom, long ago n's
own severity had driven from ene
hsarthstone OF home. And a ne spoNe
he bent tenderly over the white "es''
face. -..5
about as usual" she answered;
"Have-have you no news 'oh'7"'
NoSe."
She turned her face away w''h asoll
OF sobbing sigh. ,,,;,,
at is this suspense that IS kilhns
me. John. II only knew where he 81 =
IL could only be sur that ne "ou'H
one day come back to me, A.,
"My dear, try tocompo=eyourseh'
said The more practical Judge 81 tell
Won that the machinery / have set IN
action cannot fail sooner or la'er .l,,', ~
discover his whereabouts IL sN "'e'e
question OF time, - ..,;,
.'Time-time, sighed the Invalid.
"And have so little time lett oh' my
boy-my son,
Judge Emerson sat down, biting ms
lips and contracting his brows mood
ily. For years the dearest object o.
his heart-that OF bringing this lo-t
son back to his home-hsd been II Us
trated: now he had just begun .
cherish faint hope.
"Helen." " he said. Charles was my
son also. loved him - dearly as
you can do. Only have patience ms
dear, all will be right.
And this was the skeleton whose
bony ghastliness looked out rom the
luxuriancs of Judge Emerson.s brown
stone mansion.
Meanwhile the two little children
clinsing closely to one another i'T
warmth. were sitting in the angie o
brick ArchNay, where the moonlight
Streamed in white and ireerin on the
December night
.-Guido. said the little cirl in soft
Italian accents. what did the cross
man say to you'' ID,
He told US to 90 away or he would
put us in prison said the boy an
sUering in her own tongue. Frances
ca, are you very cold!
"Oh, yes; very. Cannot Ne go home,
Guido7"
No" He shook his head resolute.
ly. The woman said she would Ill
us il we came back without money
and nobody would give me money
Here's my coat. Francesca It.s thin
and ragged. but
He tied the sleeves around his little
sisters throat as he paused.
Are you warm now
"No-bat come close 20 me, Guido.
The two chld,iScss. white and pinch
Ell. turned upwAri to the starry con-
cave OF heAyeu-what study they
would have been TO the UiscacFes
that believe that whatever -, o.
right.
Guido. do you ses that great,
bright star. like an eye OF golds j. u
in heaven"
aIsuppose 80. sail Guid o, thought.
fully.
.'Do you believe it Is warm In heav.
en-, Guido!
The priest says it : always sum
mer there. FranoeSea
"Oh, wish We Wera there am %
cold-so cold,
Don't cry, Franccsca-the tears
are turning ice on your check Come
closer. closer $ 'iil We cauco 70 sleep
and perhaps il will be warmer when
We wake up"
And so. sweeter than the breath OF
lotos islands, more soothing than the
ripple OF golden waters over droNsy
sands, the fatal sleep came down upon
the two little ones close elapsed ia
each others arms in the lev moon
light OF the golden eye OF little Fran
cescA's great bright star. watchsi
them with tireless lizht-onc Of
heavens seutinsls
81 think I've found the clew at last,
Judge"
The shreWd,look.ng detective pulled
his iur collar over his crimson ears
with a Jerk as Judge Emerson walked
by his side through the foul. narrow
turning OF an obscure down town
street.
Mind. don't hold out any hopes
for certaIn-I only say think we're
on the right scent At last"
How did you discover itf"
well, It was in one OF those emil
grant bosrdins-Eousss-this is the
very place"
The officer walked upstairs and
through the dark entry, with the Air
OF a man who was entirely accustomed
to this sort OF place. and Opened 4
door AZ he end OF the passage.
''Don'trun away, Mother Hutchinss
its only l."
An old crone rose hurrieily from
her seat over a few smolderins coal-
rubbing her withered hands obseaui.
ously together.
I'm sure anything could do. gen