The evening world., 1894-05-30

assemblage. They cannot understand
the purpost of the sudden Interruption
Of the ceremonies by the young man.
because they had not been familiar
with his father. for though he was not
liked, Col Cation had made himself
was, after a way, respected. It was
known that Col. Cation had gone home
indisposed, but they had heard OF moth
Z little wonder, then, whsa< ;rrs nm
nounced that his father was Mead THAR
buzz of surprise, ran through the
crowd. and the word was passed from
But that sentimentalism was swal-
lowed up in the great whirl OF excite
ment which followed when Harry. his
face death-like in hue, read the confes-
sion of his father to- the bitter end.
1.-The shame is on me!' he told them
Haines, who killed Col Stroke. 'Tis
who should bear the shame. and not the
widow and daughter Of Donald Haines.
them. Stunned by all, yet innocent OIL
untold Is my suffering and shame. but
Wo standing d ne eefSre nrg you iba ana crt
father. while my heart is bursting, ts
an effort at atonement, then you have
A great shout arose from the multi
tude, which was echoed far and wide,
and borne to the ears of pale-faced
young woman on the OutSklrtS OIL the
Plaza. 1t was Edith Haines. who had
come to witness the ceremonies. Her
pale face grew shade paler as she
Let us honor Donald Haines. He was
not guilty. ',Issg3
What did it all mean. this crying Of
her Mars fatasrs name IN public Ilass
thought. and turned to leave the place,
her heart faint and sick within her
WAS suf co, snothe, cry a Teaehed her
Stroke. and not Donald Haines."
And then. listening again she heard
the story Of Harry Cations declaration
from the platform. which distance had
rendered it impossible for her to hear.
On wings OF the wind she went home to
her mother and related the glad news
There was great rejoicing in the humble
cottage and tears mingled freely.
IN the mean time Harry Cation, bowed
with shame, amid the plying giances Of
home. The brightness of his eye was
spirit was forever auenched. The horror. @ =
he awoke to the knowledge that he had
slain Col. Stroke and which rid him OF
his reason: was upon the son Of Col.
pangs OF the lost his reason was not
dethroned, and the curse was therefore
not yet run.
in that "Loveliest Village OF the Plains .
The great line formed and marched 10 the
cemetery, bearing the mountains of now
ers. The graves were scattered with
beautiful tokens. but when the sacred
duty to the dead soldier boys was finished
no mound was more deeply buried with
the choicest blossoms gathered than was
the one of Donald Haines. The people
atoned thus. And when at twilight. the
aged widow of Donald Haines, buoyed up
by the news of her Donald's innocence.
accompanied by Edith. visited the grave
OF their dead and discovered the mountain
OF flowers, her heart swelled with emo-
ton in her bosom and silent tears fell
and softly bedewed the roses and the for
get-me-nots and mingled sweetly with the
fragrance, ascending as though II were
incense arising u heaven.
And Harry Cation. what Of him? He n
sit ing alone with his dead The beating
Of his heavy heart keeps time TO the loud
ticking OF the o'd-fashioned clock near,
and his spirit is restless as the troubled
sea, There appears to be no light throi.-u
the lowering clouds of disgrace surrop ~
Ing him. ~
4 knock is heard at his door. A -
want In response to his bidding. entfr-.
and hands him a letter-a delicate mis-
sive, which he hastily tears open aud
reads: ft
MEMORIAL DAY EVENING".
Dear Harry: My trial was hard for me 10 hr.f.
but to know that you suffering ~ aiding
heavily TO my burden, | am ready To AnHtier I|&
question which you have often urged me "a l.Io
tertain and It Is yes. Come 10 me soon.
And you know that man Is sub1erSiert
i to woman, ~ 4 f