Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1896-05-07
WAS NEVER PUBLISHED.

WAS NEVER PUBLISHED.
The rain fell relentlessly; the wind
that swept in through the Golden Gate
was piercingly cold, and the poor
wretch toiling painfully up the deep
asphalt pavement staggered as he
walked and now and then stopped to
steady himself, pressing with his
trembling hand against the buildings
that he passed. His soiled, ragged
clothes were soaking with the wet, and
his emaciated features were pale as
with the chill of death. When he had
reached the summit of Mob hill he
paused and wrapped his arm about an
electric light post at the corner, lean
ing against it for the support his feeble
frame needed so pitifully. A quick,
firm step sounded on the pavement.
For Gods sake, give me money to
buy food" said the wretch at the post.
The quick step ceased. ''Why don't
you say drink, and speak the truth?"
said the man, running his gloved hand
down into the pocket of his fur-lined
overcoat. The glare of the electric
light shone full upon his handsome,
ford face; the poor wretch caught his
breath sharply and made a 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.
Il want no gold of yours" said the
wretch, with energy that shook his
whole frame. Il want no gold of yours,
Henry Mason"
The man started; his forid face
turned livid. .... .s-1.. .,.. .. ~, ia
"Who dares to call me Henry Mason?
My name is Derwent. Thomas Der
went" the man said, hoarsely, staring
about him into the night. : '~f'
'You are out of reach of help just
now: Henry Mason" said the wretch,
with a laugh. Il saw the policeman
from this beat running in an opium
soaked Chinese few moments ago.
I believe my hour of reckoning has
come at last
''Who are you?"
''You knew we'll enough 20 years
ago." the wretch answered.
Howard Scott! My God!" cried the
man. "
ooh, I 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, bittar-
ly. "They will do me no good now.
Listen! You live near here. I know
your house. Why on earth never
spotted you before is a mystery. But
I think it was more your hard, cold
voice than your looks that betrayed
you" Scott pulled pistol from his
hip pocket. The man caught it's CLEAN
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 at 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 all. l
haven't made much of my life, as you
see, but ] can write" ...
IF you want money tell me how
much," Derwent said, hoarsely.
II told you I wanted no money of
yours" said Scott, moving a step nearer.
Il 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 that of 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 gentleman now, Henry
Mason, and I am worse than dog, but
nv hour has come. Lead on home"
The wretch had raised his voice al
most to "a scream and now waved the
pistol in the air. The man walked on,
glancing over his shoulder furtively.
/: & '..I told you I should not kill you I'M
{ less you tried to escape" said Scott,
with sneer. If you speak to any