The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-06-23

ted for the moment, but seeing no, other
vacant scat and resolving to make propcr
apologies when the lady returned he resun,-
ed his inquisi,ion.
"Where do you live, my little man2"
In San Francisco, sir, and we arc 90
ing to New York, but it's long ways and
I'm pretty tired"
Yes, it is tedious journey. and espc-
elally for little boy like you. But you
have not told nc your name"
Henry Lawrence Sheriff., sir"
"What!" his questioner almost gasped as
nc nc Strengthened up and his face grew stern.
The boy repeated his spoken words
"What was your fathers name2" and
there was q slight heshancy in the voice.
Arthur, mamma always called him, but
he is dead"
,"How long ago3' and the features relax.
cd and grew wonderfully soft.
''Oh, q long time. ie was out ON the
ocean in big ship"
| MIR. PcmbcitOn was not his former self.
Ills expression grew pcnsive only to be.
come radiant, and while tho boy munched
candy and held bag of fruit in his hand.
all provided by his new friend who had
sent the porter out for the duintics. he
talked innoccntly and confidently about his
nome-thc big house all painted, with
flowers, where he walked with his mamma
ON pretty days and she told him of the
dear little fairies and big giants.
"Harry!" a soft voice that could not he.
long to any but lady, put an end to the
conversation, for both man and boy looked
up supposedly.
"Oh, mamma, is that your" and tho bow
slipped from his seat and put his hand
within that of a dark-cycd woman who
stood hesitating i'll the aisle.
hr. Pcmberton arose with pale face;
nlyn ~, ltT.
forgotten my name, Mrs Sheriff."
The one addressed had grown white.
llcr breath came quicker and her bosom
hcavcd rs she stood stature like a moment,
WIN her hand resting for support on the
back of the scat, then the col
or died her checks aud she agitatcdly cx.
tended her hand.
1T IS great SURPRISE" she murmurcd
nov on earth came you to DC here?"
| ''Will you sit down? we arc becoming
conspicuous his eyes drinking in the unu.
sual beauty of her face.
1t IS so strange" she began, as soon as
they seated, 't0 come back to my scat and
ilnd you talking to my boy, when l did
not dream OF you being within hundreds
of miles Of u.s."
"!hcn you have not forgotten mc?"
turning his honest gray eyes full on her
face again.
"Sometimcs;" was the brief answer
slowly forced from her lips, as with down
cast eyes she smoothcd the curls of
the child. Ncithtr spoke for few sec.
onds, and then it was the man who broke
the silence.
''Annie, know you are now free, and
you may know why when l say that am.
Ever since you married to crafty your fa-
ther, and allowed me to 20 out of your
tltc, L have remain unchanged had Civ
en- up hope, thinking you were still living
ing III New York with your chosen hus. |
band, but now all seems different. Is it |
necessary that l should say more to convey
my meaning, which is of such yearning
import?'
His gaze had not been removed, and tho
whole soul seemed concentrated in the
eyes.
at is so sudden" she replied family, af
ter pause
"Suddcn!. when have waited patiently
Tor twelve years, with Il look, a word, a
message"
She raised her eyes and in them was a
glad light. You always had your way
put once, and had mine then; | guess it
| Is your turn now" She smiled lovingly.
ana Mr. PembcrtOn then and there man
aged to slip his arm between the back of
The seat and her waist and drew her close
! to him tn th" ~: !