The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-27

Susan. Sister Susan. nothing's hap pened. I just wanted to say Ive-rve changed my mind about Halloween; about the kitchen; about the young folk; about the wood and the lights and any-any little things that'll make 'em all welcomer'
 The poor woman looked at him as though doubtful of her own senses.
 And Susan. I would somehow like to feel as though we've got along since Anson-since Anson left you all here. fairly friendly and comfortable. Susan?"
 The man was actually pleading to the tortured human before him.
 Perhaps faint flush mantled her face; flush kIndled by her endless in- dignities which had been borne in si- lence for the sake of the dead and the living; but she only answered anna zediy,
 "Yes, brother Anstruther."
 He had now fumbled about until he had grasped her hand. She remem- bered ever after that it was icy cold, that 1t fluttered as if palsied, but that 1t still chung to hers as though 1t held
 
 "Sister Susan," he began slowly and huskily and as though 1t were difficuf for him to speak, "Sister susanY I've been thinking for a-a time you were doing too much around here; too much. I've been thinking, and I just now thought of it again, that Bert might have a few more-a few more advan- tages; a few more, Susan. There's Edith too. Now Edith ought to spruce up a bit; like other girls, you know. You see I've been thinking about about all these things, when, maybe, you thought I wasn't thinking about lem, Susan?" ...
 He said 1t all so deprecatingly, so justifyingly and with the tone of sufferer begging for sympathy and en- couragement, that the broken life be- fore him, in a maze of wonder, anxie- ty, dread and hope, faltered feebly,
 ''It's good of you-its' like you brother Anstruther"
 '"So 1t is; so it is! I wish somehow Anson could know it, Susan."
 Tears now flowed silently down her care-worn face.
 That is-if he could know it." This with stealthy glance toward the desk and the window. Dry your tears be- fore you go back among-among 'em, Susan. Everything will go right here now, sister. Won't you ask MT. Penruth if he can come and sit with me here for a few minutes?"
 She started immediately to do his bidding as was her wont. But he still fO 1nf if
 Sister, isis everything all right now at Hammock Manse; buried this word compelled another swift glance at the desk and the window-r"f forgotten; started right again, now?"
 "Oh, yes, yes, yes" she moaned with a sudden outbirst of feeling. Every thing; everything. God bless you for all the, kindness you mean, brother Anstrutherp'S @gs
 She disappeared quickly into the dark hallway, while 'Struther Hammock, dazed ehyg the first reverential blessing of his life, sat there in the gcheerless old room doubtful whether it was benedietion orr curse. M
 With a line, strong tread, Charles Penruth soon entered the library. I He seemed to wholly ignore 'Struther Kannock's. gestured invitation to 8 seat beside him, and, walking straight to the fireplace, set his arm solidly upon its tall mantle of time-stained oak, his head resting lightly within the palm of his hand.
 In this posture, and with a silence and impassiveness which almost sug- gested some figure of unpitying Justice, he looked calmly down upon the abject man before him as, a moment before punishment, he might have sternly re- garded some incorrigible culprit of the Millvale village school.
 Not handsome man was Charles Penruth. But there was certain pow CT revealed in his strong, huge and aoosely-jointed frame, in his angular features, his quiet gray eyes and his almost massive head. Two or three men the world has known with frame and face like his, stand on monuments for their humane and heroic deeds; and this man in his strange and placid face, told story, to those who could see, of illimitable pa tience, compassion and determination; 1 dDOVC dlly Ol SOA4AC PAAPo5S cSAN d~SoS | and mission whose working out had so stormed his soul with pity, regret and with unbending resolve and im- placable detestation, that lines of sad ness were already furrowed in his face | of stone.
 The two men each looked a long time | into the face of the other before either | broke the silence. 'Struther Kannock | was the first to speak:
 ".Penruth, we haven't been friends | since you first came to Millvale?" we. have not"
 T have tried to oust you from your place and you have made me out infa- nous among my neighbors.''
 The man at the chimney merely nod ded his head.
 Isn't there some way, Penruth- some way we can be friends?"
 Just men are never less than friendsy' f5s x Old 'Struther Hammock seemed de- jected By this reply. Impossible bar riers. then. had been raised between them. 1T am. poweriess to defeat and subdue this man" he reflected bitterly. What Is there left for me to do? must make peace here, with him, be- fore can meet that-my brother, to- nightP' st