Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-11-13

Jierck Dewitt's companions waited,
at first silently, then anxiously, for his
return.
Moments passed and he was still gone.
81 hope he hain't played US trick"
whispered Van Wart.
''NOt he" says honest Sam Gals
worthy.
'I'll tell you what it is, boys" whis-
pers the root doctors son. Jierck has
got liquor aboard. Tain't mutiny to say
tipsy when we came from the barn, When
we got there, l saw he stood too ram
rod for a sober man. You know how it
is Since his wife went bad he's lived on
rum fer steady victuals. But be didn't
swear strong enough, or else something
strange has drawed his cork"
''If that's So, said Lincoln-Brother-
loft, II must follow and see that he
does not risk himself or US. Watch,
men, for your livesw
"They may call that man Orderly
Lincoln" says Hendrecus Canady as
the other disappeared about the house,
but believes he's Tommy Jefferson or
some other congressman in disguise. He
be come to know this country like a
hawk and like a hoppertoad both?"
Ii seemed sad and sorry business to
Edwin BrOthertOft to go prowling like
a burglar about the home Of his fore
fathers.
He followed Jierck around the rear Of
the house. All the familiar objects wore
an unkindly, alienated look. The walls
we're grim, the windows were dark, the
whole building said 10 him. "You are
an exile and an intruder"
But he had no time for sentimental
regrets. He turned the northern side
OF the house. A bright light burned in
Lucy's chamber in the tower. He could
see q shadowy figure moving behind the
curtain.
"My child! in few moments we shall
meet" he thought
Nothing to De seen Of Jierck Dewitt!
The sight of his daughters form revived
his anxiety. Peering into the dark he
passed about the corner OF the turret.
He stopped opposite the parlor win
dows on the front. A shutter stood
open. A faint light, as from flick
ering wood fire within, CLEANED out into
the hazy night, The window sill was
breast high to a man.
There we used TO sit, " he murmured,
''my wife and L. There by the fire, in
the evenings of auJumnS long passed, l
have watched her love dying and all my
hopeful vigor dying-dying into ashes.
The mighty depotiSm Of an old love
mastered him for q moment. There was
little bitterness in his heart, These
scenes, once so dear, became dear to
him again. He pardoned them for their
unconscious share in the tragedy Of his
life.
II must have one glance into that
ROOM" he thought: my memory Of 1t
will be a troublesome ghost in my brain,
until have laid the ghost with a sight
of the reality"
He stole forward softly over the crisp,
frosty grass, and looked cautiously In
at the window.
Mrs. Brothertoft was seated alone be-
fore the fire. IL was an instant before
her husbands eyes could distinguish OBJ
iects within. He drew close to the win
dow. He perceived her. A thrill OF
pity and pardon killed all his old ran
cors. He felt that, though he must war
against her for his daughters sake, he
fought reserving an infinite tenderness
for his foe.
And she withln-had she heard that
stealthy step Of his upon the stifened
grass and the dry leaves? Had his faint
sigh penetrated 10 her as she sat silent
and moody? Did she feel the magnetism
OF human preSence-the spiritual touch
of a spirit wounded by her wrong? Or
was IL merely that in these days OF
alarm and violence she kept her senses
trained and alert2
He saw her cruel face turn suddenly,
stare into the night and mark an in
truder.
For one breath he stood motionleSS.
Then, as she sprang forward TO the
window and shouted for help, he turned
and ran around the rear of the house
to the spot where he had left his COM
radeS.
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