Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-07-25

Of LIE Roy's debts, not cent more or
less. It was signed with the Hon.
Amos Leonard's name, in his own
peculiar chirography, but not by his
hand Only he knew that-hc and one
other.
"Ab yes! my memory must be fail
ing little, I-yes, of course" :" Mr..
Leonard forced short, harsh laugh.
'I recall it now-yes, yes-perfectly.
It is all right, good day, good day,
perfectly indeed"
A young clerk, with his slim legs
twisted among the rounds OF q high
stool, watched the stately old man, as
he made his way out. When tho heavy
door swung together, he dipped hia
pen In the ink again but paused before
he use1 it, 20 say with Q shrewd,
malicious grin:
might help him to remember it bet
ter.
$50 on with your books, sir"
Tho cashier spoke in quick, stern
voice, which admitted of no retort or
! disobedience. Silence ensued, except
for the scratching Of the pens.
Mr.. Leonsrd's faltering steps carried
him honeward unwittingly and he
sank into his deep chair before the
library fire, conscious of desire to
think it all over and corresponding
dread of the same. Perhaps it might
not be long before he ceased thinking
altogether. He felt that he had grown
to be sn old, old man in the last few
hours.
How brightly the fire was burning.
The great library looked unusually
neat and well appointed. He re-
membered that it had lately
been cleaned and renovated. He
hoped that Harry had mislaid none
of his boo.;s or papers. All! papers!
Ee must begin to think now about that
paper he had seen at the bank. When
he had warmed his bloodless hands
well, then he would think about it.
Since LIE Roy had entered upon his
professional career, father and son had
rarely met during the day, but they
had by mutual, though tacit, agree
ment taken up the old habit of dining
together almost regularly, notwith-
standing the demands of society upon
the time of each. Tonight, Mr..
Leonard reasoned, LIE Roy would
probably not come home. Or perhaps
he was not aware of the fact that the
check had been shown to his father. It
would be better to wait in that case
until he did know. 1t would also
afford Mr.. Leonard more time to think
the matter over.
He stepped to O. window to lower d
shade, where the sun blazed in too
glaringly in its red setting light.
Down the avenue he saw Lie Roy COM
ing home.
. The father stood there watching his
son, as he had done thousand times
before. LIE Roy had grown into tho
habit of expecting him there, and now
Just as be had always done, he
snatched off his hat and waved it boy
ish,y over his head The Hon. Amos
Leonard nodded his white head and
then laughed aloud at the mockery OF
it. 'sEe does not know yet" he
mused. sI shall have more time to
think"
He was waiting in the library when
lie Roy csmo down stairs dressed for
dinner. He sat down by his father
and read the evening papers until the
meal was announced.
Then he arose, and just as he had
done ever since he grew to his father 8
height, offered his strong young arm
and led his father to his place ut the
head Of the table.
The evening dinner had always been
n happy one to those two old friends
when they dined alone together. So
it was tonight. There were no guests.
LIE Roy's bright talk cheered the lonely
home and his father joined in it with
more than usual vivacity. 1t was no
time to think while "the boy" was
present.
After dinner came game of chess,
and that finished, Le Roy got out his
guitar and accompanied his rich, sweet
baritone in the ballads his father loved
to hear.
Usually after this, LIE Roy went out
some where. Occasionally the Hon.
Amos Leonard went with him, but to-
night neither seemed inclined to leave
the luxury OF home. Not until the
great hall clock chimed the hour of
midnight did LIE Roy rise and bid
goodnight to his father in the old,
boyish and unusual, perhaps, but in
finitely sweet to the old mvn, who had
no one else to bid him goodnight in
any way.
After that it was too late to think.
Tomorrow, said Amos Leonard to
himself, che will know and he will not
come"
Tomorrow" passed slowly and yet
the father had not found time nor mind
to think. That dull old grief had come