The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-28

i'll? Has anything happened?" she begged
in frightened tones
"Eh? Happened? Oh. no. no. no.
Nothing happened; nothing happened.
/ Susan Sister Susan, nothing's happened.
Just wanted 10 say-Tve changed my
mind about Halloween; about the kitch-
en-; about the young folks; about the
wood and the lights and any-any little
things that'u make EN- all welcome"
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 aleng since An
son-since Arson left you all here, fairly
friendly and comfortable, Susan?'
The man was actually pleading to the
tortured human before him.
Perhaps a faint flush mantled her face;
a flush kindled by her endless indignities
which had been borne in silence for the
. sake Of the dead and the living; but she
I only answered amazedly:
Yes, brother Anstruther."
He had now fumbled about until he had
grasped her hand. She remembered ever
| after that II was icy cold that IT fiuttered
as If palsied, but that it still chung to
/ hers as though it held fast to 'Struther
/ Kannocks only hope.
Sister Susan" he began slowly and
| huskily and as though it were difficult
| for him to speak. Sister Susan? I've
] DEcu lulIklHS LOT Id lltllt yOu FsGlt hO-
! ing too much around here too much. I've
/ been thinking, and just now thought Of
/ it again, that Bert might have few more
/ "a few more advantages; few more,
/ Susan. There's Edith, too. Now, Edith
ought to spruce UP bit; like other
| girls, you know. You see I've been think
ing about-about all these things, when,
maybe, you thought l wasn't thinking
about EN-, Susan?'
He said all so deprecatingly so justify
ingly and with the tone Of a sufferer beg
ging for sympathy and encouragement,
that the broken life before him, in maze
of wonder. anxiety, dread and hope, fall
tered feebly:
It's good Of you-its like you-brother
Anstrutherw
80 it is; so it is! wish somehow An
son could know it. Susan"
Tears now flowed silently down her care
worn face.
That is-if he could know it," This
with a stealthy glance toward the desk
and the window. Dry your tears before
you go back among-anmong 'em, Susan.
Everything will go right here now,
sister Won't you ask Mr.. Penruth II he
can come and sit with me here for few
minutes?'
She started Immediately to do his bid
ding as was her wont. But he still held
her hand, loath to let it go.
Sister, isis everything all right now
at Hammock Manse; buried this word
compelled another swift glance at the
desk and the window forgotten; started
right again, now?"
"Oh, yes, yes, yesr" she moaned with
sudden outburst of feeling. Everything;
everything. God bless you for all the
kindness you mean, brother Anstruther.
She disappeared quickly into the dark
hallway, while 'Struther Hammock, daZed
by the first reverential blessing of his
s@FA
doubtful whether it was a benediction or
a curse.
With a fine, strong tread. Charles Pen
ruth soon entered the library,
He seemed to wholly ignore 'Struther
Kannock's gestured invitation to seat
beside him. and, walking straight to the
fireplace set his arm solidly upon its tall
mantle of tine-stained oak, his head rest
ing lightly within the palm of his hand.
In this posture, and with silence and
impassiveness which almost suggested
some figure of Implying justice he looked
calmly down upon the abject man before
him as a moment before punishment he
might have sternly regarded some incor
rigible culprit of the Millvale village
school
Not a handsome man was Charles Pen
ruth. But there was a certain power re-
vealed in his strong, huge and loosely
jointed frame, in his angular features, his
quiet gray eyes ana MS almost massive
head.
Two or three men the world has knewn
with frame and face like his, stand on
monuments for their humane and heroic
deeds; and this man, in his strange ana
placid face, told a story, to those whe
could see, of illimtabie patience, compass
sion and determination; above all, of some
purpose and quest and mission whose
working out had so stormed his soul with
pity, regret and with unbending resolve
| and implacable detestation, that lines of
| sadness 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 Hammock
was the first to speak:
"Penruth, we haven't been friends
| since you first came to Millvale?'
I'VE have not"
II have tried to Dust you from your
place and you have made me out infamou US
among my neishbors."
The man at the chimney merely nodded
| his head.
Isn't there some way, Penruth-some
way we can be friends?"
Just men are never less than friendsr'
Old 'Struther Hammock seemed detected
| by this reply. impossible barriers, then
had been raised between them. IT am
powerless to defeat and subdue this man.,
he reflected bitterly What is there left
for me to do? I must make peace here,
with him, before l can meet that-my
brother Tonight"
He answered his own perturbed self
questionings with instant diplomacy.
"Penruth, you and your brother Judge
Penruth, hold my last agreement with
| Arson in trust?"
| with other papers Mr. Hammock, bear
ing on your robbery from your brother
| of this great Hammock Manse estate; your
| second robbery of his inventions, from
which millions in profit have already been
realized by yourself and others; your false
| representations to him of their failure.
and your final robbery of your brother, on
his deathbed, through inconceivable du-
/ plicity, of all right and title to the result
of his splendid genius and life of sacrifice.
| on the preteXt that you would fittinglv
provide for his wife and children so long
| as they might live!"
! "Penruthw
DO you wish further reasons why we
cannot be friends? Shall we speak of the
shameless manner in which you have car
ried out your doubly sacred trust?'
'Struther Hammock attempted to rise
but could not. With one hand clutching
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