Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-02-09


and scorncd all tricks-those tricks
that make money in this world.
Yet he was by no means q failure
and people were beginning dimly to
appreciate his wonderful ability when
this illness came and knocked his la
bors all endways." as little Boggs would
phrase IT,
Edith merely looked grim and asked
for his address, which she took down
carefully in her note book.
The following day she had the whole
thing fought out In her mind She
would go and visit him In all the glory
of her prosperity; she would let him
see that the artist whose picture he
had treated with such open scorn had
found success, but she checked herself;
II was not right TO give way TO such
feelings
The poor fellow was sick and help
less. She could not go to see him Just
from revenge. She began to think that
cherishing hatred had warped one side
OF her nature.
So that afternoon, with what are
called mixed motives,"l believe, she
stepped into her little brougham,
dressed in the richest OF black silks,
to express Icing bank account and car.
rying basket OF peaches and white
grapes to express the Christian charity
part
Sho stopped at cnreworn.loolSing
house, where neat, faded old woman
opened the door and upon Mr.. Stretton
beng inquired for directed her to tho
second floor. front"
She was lame, or she would 20 I'M
herself. and hor sister was out who
usually answered tho bell"
so Miss Griorson mounted the stairs
alone and tapped at the SECOND floor,
| front" In n moment little Boggs APP
poarcd with very red eyes and rather
sternly ushered her In without word
Of greeting.
Edith began graciously: How do
| you do Mr. Boggs9 l came" but
stopped short, petrided. Was that her
Scene from Macbeth" hanging over
the mnntelpiecep
As sure as 1t was May 81, and that
she was alive and breathing. And
what were those smaller ones on either
sidop Two studies from Shakespeare,
with "E. g." In the corner.
She slowly surveyed tho wall They
were covered with her earlier pictures
those she had carried to snclrs with
her own banda
well, you've found II out at last
said little pbggs, watching hor with
folded arms
what does II mean2" she gaspcd.
"Mean" cried little Boggs, reckless.
ly. "Well, ho can't live more than two
hours, aud you might rs well know all
It means that he has sacrificed hi
whole life"
And there, In that little ''second
door front" that warm May afternoon.
Edith Grierson heard the whole story
how Stretton had bought her pictures
and praised them TO other people; how
no had neglected opportunities that
she might profit by them, how he had
helped her Iu secret and served her like
n slave; wasted hts life, his time, his
talents TO atone for n few bastv word,
that he had spoken and shc overheard.
MIsa or,ersop inst ant down an IN.
7 hardas, chat In ~. ,oo,,, al ,,oo,a,, =,
! crv' with her lac, hidden in hcr hand
"But I Thought he had n spite nonins,
I mel" .be amid M length.
"spitol" snorted iittlo nocos will
r ppreasonablo 6ercensss considor,na
8 that he ind given her Tho Imnross,oS
himself "IIe MAYER had a ante ncnins,
). onvona In b,s ne lie ,,ado no corr,
0 and tell Won thai because bo ,hongh,
2. YOU wouldn't feel SO mortified then nt
u what you had henrd."
. els he really dying?"
. swell, no." returned little BoggS,
. "but he Is In great danger"
"Boggsl" called a faint voice from
, the next room.
! Miss Grierson started up.
4 Here IL some fruIt-pcrhaps he NAV
c like she said, thrusting the littls
, basket In TO his hand. "Ill como to,
J morrow. Let mo know i'll can-do
! anything" So the fruit brought In half
! triumph was given In whole kindness.
God bless YOU" said little Boggs,
relentinR at her tear-stained face. Then
she hurried from the room and he went
on tiptoe to Stretton's bedside.
well, old fellow, how do you feel
now?'
"Ehp" said Strettou, languidly.
= "liow do you feelr Never mind, you
needn't speak, old boy. Who do you
, thinl, has heen horo5 MIs. Grle-son,
, -.E O. Won know old feIlo,v ma
has brougLt Won these grap.s-,,rcn,t
thew iolly. old fellow?-and she's com.
1 ING tomorrow. Don't Won think vou'll
, be able 10 see her. old how"
81 know I shall" said stretton. SLOW.
. ly.