The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1896-04-30
WAS NEVER PUBLISHED

The rain fell relentlessly; the wind
that swept in through the Golden Gahe
was piercingiy cold, and the poo1
wretch toiling painfully up the deer
asphalt pavement staggered as he
walked and now and then stopped ID
steady himself, pressing with hie
trembling hand against the buildings
that he passed. His soiled, rugged
clothes were soaking with the wet, and
his emaciated features were pale az
with the chill of death. When he had
reached the summit of Mob hill he
paused and wrapped his arm about On
electric light post at the corner. lean
ing against II for the support his feeble
frame needed SO piifully. A quick,
firm step sounded on the pavement.
"For Gods sake, give me money TO
',rv food!" said the wretch at tho post.
re quick step ceased. why don't
you say drink. and speak the truth y
said the man, running his gloved hand
down into the pocket of his fnr-l!ned
overcoat. The glare of the electric
light shone full upon his handsome,
fiorid face; the poor wretch caught his
breath sharply and made step for
ward. The money which the man
tossed into his outstretched hand
CLEANED moment in his trembling
palm, and in another ratified noisily
upon the stones far out into the street.
II want no gold of yours" said the
wretch. with energy that shook his
whole frame. IT want no gold of yours,
Henry Mason"
The man started: his forid face
turned livid.
who dales to call me Henry Mason
My name is Derwent. Thomas Der
went" the man said. hoarsely. staring
about him into the night.
You are out of reach of help Just
now, Henry Mason" said the wretch,
with laugh. II saw the policeman
from this beat running in an opium
soaked Chinese few moments ago.
l believe my hour of reckoning has
come at last"
"Who are you?"
you knew well enough 20 years
ago." the wretch answered.
Howard Scott! My God!" cried the
man.
"Oh. thought you would recall me-"
and the wretch laughed again.
What do you want?" asked the man,
unbuttoning his coat. His voice was
unsteady and his hand trembling.
Neither your money nor your life,
Henry Mason," said the wretch. bitter
ly. They will do me no good now.
Lsten You live near here. know
your house. Why ON earth I never
spotted you before is mystery. But
I think it was more your hard, cold
voice Than your looks that betrayed
you" Scott pulled q pistol from his
hip pocket. The man caught its gieam
in the light and started back.
Don't move" Scott interposed, calm
ly. "you are not worth it, and my game
is not yet played Lead on to your
house, and dare to bulge one inch out
of the way OF your peril. Iwanta quiet,
warm place to do some writing. Per
haps you did not know that adopted
different profession after you ruined
me and helped yourself to my money.
I'm a special correspondent when I've
life enough to be anything at adj I
haven't made much Of my life, as you
see, but can write"
"If you want money tell me how
much" Derwent said, hoarsely. ;
Il told you l wanted no money of
yours" said Scott, moving a step nearer.
II shall be paid enough for my nights !
job to tide over the few weeks of Life
that are left me- What / want is re-
venge and the chance to set myself right ,
in the eyes of the world. You have
robbed me Of my life; that cannot get
back. You have stolen my money, as you
did thatof many others, and have saddled
upon me disgrace that should rest on
your own shoulders. It was you who
forged that draft, and not I, and you
know it, though I served my term in
the penitentiary for the crime. You
call yourself a gentleman now, Henry
Mason, and / am worse than O dog, but
my hour has come. Lead on home"
The wretch had raised his voice al
pistol in the air. The man walked on,
glancing over his shoulder furttvely.
81 told you l should not kill you un-
less you tried to escape" said Scott,
with a sneer. IF you speak to any
however, you are dead man
On the word. Go on.
The rest of the way was made in
silence. Scott was close upon Derwents
heels when he mounted the marble steps
If his stately mansion and turned the
atch key. Within all was quiet. the
wretch had counted on this; it was well
past midnight. The gentle radiance
IT the soft lights, the warm air of the
elegant house almost overpowered him,
out Derwent heard tho click of the pis.
tol in his trembling hand and pushed
open the library door.
80 this is your home, Henry Mason?"
said Scott. staring at him. =
"Not so loud. man, for Gods sake!"
,ried Derwent.
so this is your home?" Scott pro-
,eeded, unheeding. mot much like the
prison cell that was my home for ten