Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1893-09-02


Graham, demonstrated az last
'tHolmsby, you are killing your
| self"
LET me clear myself, dear friend, /"
the young man answered, land repay
the money you and my other friends
have advanced to me, and will rest. !"
ave stand better chance of get
ting our money if you rest before you
throw Yourself into brain fever" said
the Old gentleman. go out of town
for month or two, while this scorch-
! ing heat lasts"
81 don't know but I could leave
| now" Walter said, musingly, 81 have
half a mind to 90 to Europe"
''To Europe." cried Mr.. Graham.
II live now for just two objects,
Mr.. Graham" was the reply to this
exclamation. zone is to redeem my
good name by paying my debts, and
| the other is for revenge upon Bates.
I'll find him if he is above ground,
and I'll have my money again, Or it
will 60 hard with him"
''If that is what you are going to
Europe for, 1 would advise you to
postpone your holiday, and stick to
your counting house." said the old
gentleman dryly Send detective
after your partner if you please, but
do not grow melodramatic about re-
venge."
He took his old friends advice tor
the time, leaving, the European trip
for the future, and going into the
country for real rest
Nesting down among a cluster Of
hills, fifteen miles from any railway
station, was a farmhouse where
Walter Holmsby's mother had been
born, and lived until the rich New
York merchant, in summer pill
grimage, fell in love with her pretty
face, and carried her away to his city
home, where she lived only two short
years, and died before she was 20.
The old grandparents had coaxed the
boy from his father many and many a
summer, and now, weary and heart
sore, he thought there was no such
spot where he could have such per-
4OSU 1COU pCCsSCf do Ill V11O
little New England valley.
Three days of rest passed without
any adventures, and the energetic
young city merchant was wondering
why farmers did not cut their own
Threats from sheer lack OF excite
ment, when wandering one morning
some two miles from the farm house,
in the shady paths of a grove, he
met his first adventure. >
1t was an interesting one, for, sit
ting at the foot of a great oak tree,
he found a pretty child crying Bit
terly. At least he thought lit was
child until touching the golden head
bent low in sorrow he spoke some
words Of comfort Then the face
lifted to his proved to be that Of a
young girl, IL or 19, fresh and fair as
a wood violet, and pretty in spite of
its tears.
"Pardon me-" he said, lifting his
hat II did not mean to intrude. i
heard you sobbing, and thought I
might be Of USE"
mo one can help me-" she an
swered, the tears falling again.
Papa, is dying!"
The young man stood silent, shocked |
by the revelation of a grief so far be-
yond the childish trouble be had i'm
agined.
But cannot be of any use?" he
asked. "Have you physician?"
GEVnc hn hoe i11cr rann 10 told |
came here Toto try to !
get quiet, before 60 again to" and |
the sobs choked the rest
"HaS your ttather been ill long?"
he asked, after the burst of sorrow
had spent itself.
"Ever since we came here, last fall
He had business trouble in New
York, and came here to see me and
spend few weeks with auntie. But
he began to be sick very soon, and
has been getting worse and worse
till now"
"From New York? lam from New
York. Perhaps could be of some
service to your father. My name is
The girl looked up with a startled |
wonder in her great blue eyes
"Holmsby! Why, you must be
fathers partner"
If she had fred a pistol in his face
Walter HormsbY could not have
started more violently.
'Is your father Gordon Bates?"
eyes, and I am Violet. Did he
ever tell you he had adaughter? You
will come now and see him. How
pleased he will be-" she said inno-
Gently. "He thinks you are the
best truest man in the world.
And / know I have to thank you for
his life when he was in Vicksburg.
He wrote me about that Will you
come now?"
Mechanically Walter followed her
as she led the way to a pleasant cot
tage, and up stairs to a darkened
chamber, where a man lay, sleeping
heavily.
1t was very hard to realize that
few months had left only this wreck
Of Gordon Bates. All the manly
energy was gone from the attenuated
frame, the thin white hands crossed
fnahlv over the countarnana. tho foot