The evening world., 1894-05-30

nssemblage. They cannot undersren4
the purport of the sudden i~nterruption
Of the ceremonies BY. the young man.
because they had not been familiar
with his father, for though he was not
liked, Col. Cation a made himself
Was, after q wa way, respected. Il was
known that Col. Cation had gone horns
i%ndlsposed, but they had heard Of moth
ing more serious.
Little wonder, then. when Harry an
nounced that his father was dead that
a buzz OF surprise ran through
crowd, and the word was passed rom
one to another.
But that sentimentalism was swsL.
lowed up in the great whiri OF excite
F mSnt ds which tol 10 o Sae. w rss5 t hsr eS.f sis
sion OF his father to the bitter end,
'"The shame is on met he told them
81 stand before you STEPPED In disgraes
Haines. who killed Col. Stroke. 'Tis ]
who should bear the shame. n not b
widow and daughter Of Donald Haines.
them, Stunned by all, yet innocent. OIL
untold - my suffering and shame. but
II standing, before you and exposing to
father, while my heart is bursting. u
an effort at atonement. then you have
A great shout arose from the multi
tude,. which was echoed far and vida
and borne to the ears OF q. pale-face0
young woman on the outskirts Of the
come to witness the ceremonies. Her
pale face grew a shade paler ~ -
caught the words:
What did it all mean. this crying e
her fathers name In a public ptacst
t aSsa ht'a ana fnrne esa to leave we t e p,.o :
her heart faint and sick within her
bosom: u another cry reached her,.
STROKE. and not Donald Hsines."
the story Of Harry Cations deciarsHcq
r re3% fnf z impossiS Tsif sor d hs9 &c hs sae
On wings of the wind she went home u
her mother and related the glad nsys-
There was great rejoicing In the humble
IN the mean time Harry Cation. bowed
with shame. mid the plying glancee u
the peon,e. withdrew n walked to his
home. The brightness of his eye Wao
gone. the sprightliness Of his boyfAh
spirit was forever quenched. The horror
that Donald Haines experienced when
slain Col. Stroke. n which rid him ~
his reason. was upon the son of Col
Cation. But. while, he suffered the
dcthroned, n the curse was therefors
not yet run
Such a Memorial Day was never known
In that "Loveliest Village OF the Plains
TIE great line formed and marched 10 fhe
cemetery, bearing the mountains Of How
ers. The graves were scattered with
beautiful tokens. but when the sacred
duty to the dead soldier boys was ffuiehcd
no mound was more deeply buried with
the choicest blossoms gathered than was
the one of Donald Haines. The peopI9
Rtoned thus. And when at twilight, The
aged widow OF Donald Haines. bucyed in
by the Jews of her Donald's Innocence.
accompanied by Edith, visited the Hra<8
~ their dead and discovered the mountaIU
Of flowers. her heart swelled with emo
ton In her bosom Inc silent tears fen
AMI softly bedewed the roses and the for@
get-me-nots and mingled sweet!y with fI1
fragrance, ascending as though II were
incense arising h heaven.
And Harry Cation, what Of hint He -
sitting alone with his dead. The beatiu4
OF his heavy heart keeps time to the louI
ticking OF the o.d-fashioned clock near.
and his spirit is restless as the troubled
sea. There appears to be no light tnrou&0
the lowering clouds OF disgrace SURROUNDS
ing him.
A knock is heard at his door. A Ser
want. In response TO his bidding, entol1
and hands him a Ietter-a de,icaee nlI<-
slve, which he hastily tears open ara
reads:
MEMORIAL DAY EVENING.
Dear Harry; My trial was hard for me % t|<<.
but to know that you are suffering 10 11tI|I
heavily to my burden. ! am ready 70 apsN1I /n&
question which you have 30 often urged ne ~ ~
terrain and It 10 yes. Come 70 NE soon
And you know that man Il subssf;
to woman. |.|