The Irish standard., 1895-07-20

Rlad you've had news Of her, for she's Oh:
dear, good girl we love dearly !"
And say, jack the corporal drew
nearer to the prospector, and his voice;
sank to half-whisper, 81 think that q
would 4 that Is to say, I only think,
You know but I really wouldn't quite
give up all hopes Of seeing Willie afgsain.p'
The pruspeetor sprang wildly to his
feet. ss5 55@5 y,
...Great tiodl Yom have news of himq
Speak ont, man; : can bear the strain
no longer:'''' s.t 4s. n,
! The honest corporal had been thor
oughly impressed by his wife with the
necessity Of breaking the news by de-
grees; and here was this provoking
couple working Themselves into hysl
terics before he he'd said 9 dozen words;
or, rs he tersely put II, going ST half.
cock before the game had risen" 4
well, there's q telegram-read it for
yourself. ! did my best, but the fats
all In the fire now
The prospector took the paper Ii his
trembling hands, and, with an effort,
read the blessed words aloud: ot1SS'
Willie Widers is with me safe and
well. Break the news to his parents,
and tell them to come on here as soon
as possible. ] found the child acct
dentally in New York. Reply. Elsie
Whitford. !" \ sa
IA bright CLEAN Of inenable Joy spread
itself over the prospector's face. He
was like one drunk with the delirium Of
delight, t
..Hurrahl'' the corporal shouted,
catching the infection Of JOY. Three
cheers for Elsie, and "a tiger Tor the
boy!' @
but Mile, after the manner Of her
SEX, VIXEN Che trouble was over, of
course broke down, and, to the disnay
of the gallant corporal, fell into dead
swoon at his feet.
We will not attempt to depict their
Joy on meeting their child, such scenes
are better Imagined than described, for:
words can paint events but not emo
lions. .......t..
OF course the Woodgroves were in
high glee; their kindly hearts were
touched to the depths at the joyous at
mosphere they breathed. Wilders in
sisted on Elsie receiving the thousand
dollars reward, which he had brought
for her in crisp new bills, and, as the,
,prospector showed signs Of ofense at
her refusal, the happy girl took the
money, to Jacks entire satisfaction. 4
Meanwhile Jack and his boy had big
communings together. From these lit
tie conferences the prospector picked
up several bits Of information which he
pieced together, and was enabled to
arrive at tolerab1y accurate guess as
to who was the originator Of the out
rage.
OF these suspicious he said nothing to
his wife until they reached home, but
then his wrath broke forth.
The first thing he did was to send for
Susan Green, who, now that the boy.
was found, had hoped to be spared fur
Their explanations.
when You took Willie away from
Alma Miggs," Jack asked, judicially,
'shad you been talkin' to man-walk-
In with him, in fact2"
"Lor', no."
"Now, think, Susan. Think again"
Susan scorned reply.
''Did you meet that fellow Dodd,
there?'
MAN, you said-he'a not q man; he's
q parson." .s
stOh," Jack: grinned,. for he had
strong sense Of humor, $50 you confess
that you did meet him?" 81. /.
Confess, indeed. I'd like to know
what you mean by confessing? OF
course / met him. Did ever sayI
didn't2''
HAD yon an appointment with
him?' %
susan's wrath was rising. That's
my business. !"
$50 you decline to answer" &.
She remained silent. s.
ibid Dodd hand you package that,
afternoon?'' ~
Susan's nose was sharp, her lips were
thin and her anatomy Of bony procliyi-
ties. not wholesome to look at, but as
Jack put this question she seemed to /
shrivel up into ten times her natural
ugliness A leaden hue spread over her
face, paling all bnt the tip OF her nose,
which was flaming, scorbutic red.
Without a word, she dashed tor the
door, but the prospector's broad back
was against II. ~ sss
4 No, you don't, you vixeni By thun-
der, If you don't behave Yourself I'll
have the constable In in less than three
minutes. Did you take money from that
man." I. b d
..Nop'. ii. 4s.5S5 N Ejgs
| 4'You lieln s5:l & BIT s
The mans passion was terrible, the x
swollen veins in his forehead stood out
like whfpcord, as with towering form
he stood over the trembling girl. ~. g.
You sold my little one to my ene-
mics. he cried, hoarsely 81 ike Joseph's5
brethren you sold him into bondage"
susan's limp figure bowed to the.
blast.
'sOh, Mr.. Wilders. dear Mr.. Wilders,"
she cried, fiingingt herself on her knees.
'tDon y KLINE! III tell the truthl Twill
indeedl I'll tell the truth. Oh, good.
ness gracious me, do have pity on me.
Jack paused. Il fSs5'SY
Wife, = lie cried, a. though struck by Z
an inspiration. Give her pen and
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