The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-08-13

ipoucst. prepare that body for burial-
Harvey laid. Addressing himself to the
man. who had just arrived 80
what price csfket DO you wantr'
the man asked.
sThe best. the very best" ne feverishiy
answered. "and whatever else Is neces-
sary I will pay for"
Harvey's room door in the hotel. which
was No. 80. had been locked Just one
hour. and yet he had not retired. On the
contrary. he was sitting by small
table. reading by the hichering light of
a candle a much-befinger.d letter. He
had read this letter hundreds Of times.
1t was a short enc; but yet. even now.
he was reading IL with intense interest
as II for the first time. Yes. Harvey
was reading that which meant life or
death to him Just then. II read thus:
Home
MY Dear Boy,-Your fathers orders
can never drive you from your old
mothers love and memory. though from
her sight. I love you. my poor boy, just
as much as when you were young and
innocent. and pray God that II j do not
see you in this world, that in the sleep
that comes before eternity we may lie
together BIN the old churchyatd and
IN the hereafter meet again. With a
heart of undying love. Your
MOTHER"
Tough P,rvey's head bent lower and
lower, until II rested on his arms. The
letter slipped from his fingers and lay
upon the table. The candle flame sput-
tered and jumped, as IL laughing at the
strong man. whose FORM X shadoweo
against the opposite wall. somethins
suspiciously like sigh escaped from
Haryey's lips. What was the natter
He was a pure. innocent boy again.
He was back in his old home. 1t looked
so natural There was the rose-covered
porch: why. he could even smell their
sweet odor as they lazily swung up and
down in the evening breeze. He could
hear his mothers voice calling him from
the kitchen 10 come TO supper. NOW ne
was barefooted, down the narrow, Drown
path that turned so suddenly by the
ciurrn of old willows. He ran. once more
knelt beneath their friendly shade. and
cooled his parched lips in the clear,
bubbling spring once more, bareback,
he was riding old Dobbin; driving the
COWS from the pasture 10 the barn, Ana
now II was Sunday. Father, mother and
sister, clad In Sunday best, were waiting
while he hitched the wagon for the drive
IN church. He had always done that.
Then Harvey shuddered. Yes. ne could
SEQ her again. He remembered how she
had looked the very first time he had
met her She was staying at a neigh
boris. II was moonlight night; all
dressed in white, standing on the vine
covered porch with the moons rays
altering through the leaves across her
fair face and perfect form. he had
thought her the most beautiful person
no had ever seen. How he hated big
lin Davis because he liked her. and be-
cause she seemed 10 like him. II was
Saturday night; he was at the store.
All the hovs were there They were
teasing him about her. Jim was older.
they said. He had money, and would
get her. Tom Lee told him he was
fool to let the girl play him. Then he
had done IT, Driven by anger and jeai-
ousy. he had called Tom a liar.
Tom had knocked him down. ana then
in the 6ght-
A conyuisiye shudder shook Harvey's
frame. once again he saw his fathers
pale face. and heard the words: Though
my money saved you, YOU are SUI
murderer. Go: never let me see you
again." Now his mothers arms were
around his neck; her head was on his
breast; their tears were mingling. And.
now-yes. now-he was an outcast' fire.
quenter OF the race track
Rising from the table. he went to his
trunk, ana TOOK out MS mOtHci DioIV.
BY the pickering candle he read the
verse: -,
"Be We faithful unto death, and I will
give you a crown Of glory"
Harvey closed the book.
'oTis the beginning Of the end" he
muttered "T'n do H."
The candle sputtered. fared upward,
brightened-then went out.
A mighty shout goes up from the vast
concourse at Morris Park The air
sounds and resounds with the cry:
"Triola wlnsw Then the crowd surges
through the gates like It always does
after the last race. The few fortunates
shake their tickets before the bookies
eyes. But he is no longer one OF them.
No: Harvey doesn't pick the winner any
moro RIP"
Berryyllle, Va