The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1897-04-20
MR.. HARBERTON.

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couldn't stir out of her room.
81 didn't mean deliberately to deceive
her, but what life is there for healthy
young man, stuck down there, hanging
round sickroom from one month to
another? He must come to the surface
to breathe, whether the air be whole
some or not. At first, when cut for a
day or two, would call it business, but
the mater knew old Findlay had always
managed the investments, and the mon
ey and all that. So when took run
up to town and didn't return at night
had to invent friend and to pretend l
had put up with him. That came as
easy as lying always does. Only mother,
who had little to interest her, insisted
on hearing all the particulars-how my
friend looked, what he said and the
rest got into lot of tight places at
the start, till / thought of man I had
known two years before and kept to q
description of him.
"Harberton was his name. He was
cruising on the Mediterranean for his
health when / was on the Sayonara with
the Blakes. He was queer chap-be-
heved in occultism and rot of that sort,
and we all laughed at him for it. We
never thought him i'll, merely lazy. One
moonless night after dining ON his yacht
we lounged on deck, with those myriads
of stars making us feel jolly small.
'Harberton lay on a steamer chair
he used to pass the night there-gazing
at the sky with his inscrutable eyes. We
had all been laughing and chatting when
he came on deck. But somehow the inn
mensity of it all had sobered us, and
we were quiet and solemn, when Har-
berton, pointing heavenward, said in
his languid, affected drawl, Tomorrow
I shall know what these have to tell
We believed it to be merely one of his
poses, but in the morning we were horri-
bly, startled by the news that he was
dead He had died, lying there in his
chair, during the night
Well, Harberton's name occurred to
me when was forced to invent a story
to satisfy mother. and, though I couldn't
write story to save my life, whenever
began jawing about him everything
came quite pat Often / blessed his
memory when could go off for few
days, have good time and return to
find mother quite pleased.
''This went ON for awhile, till mother
began to bother me with request to
ask my friend to visit us at Frampton
Chelmsford tried hard to get her off
the notion. said that he was busy or
i'll; that entertaining guests would hurt
her, and all manner of things. But she
seemed set upon it-talked nothing else.
The doctor said it was a sick fancy;
that in her weak state any craving must
be humored.
THUS cornered, wrote letter urg-
ing My dear Harberton'-I hadn't the
remotest idea what his Christian name
waste come to us even for a day.
Mother insisted upon adding a line-she
who had not penned a word for months
begging him to come that she might
have an opportunity of thanking him
for his friendliness toward her son. I
did feel mean when took the invita-
ton into another room and burned it.
Il would have given any thing to
have been able to produce an impostor.
But Harberton had been described so
infinitely the mater knew him by heart,
as it were, and would have detected a
fraud at glance. Besides, have never
seen any one who at all resembled him.
l told her had heard from him that he
was coming. dreaded she would ask
to see his letter, but it CHANGED to be
one of her bad days, and she didn't.
Next morning he was to arrive.
meant to fake up telegram somehow,
giving an excuse for his absence when 1
went to the station on pretense Of meet
ing him. My mother was strangely we'll
that morning. Her customary lassitude
and pain had vanished. She was reclin-
ing on a couch drawn close to the open
window. Her cheeks were almost rosy,
and there was lace arrangement over
her white hair that made her look pref
tier than I had ever seen her. She was
all impatience to see Harberton and hur-
ried me off to the station half an hour
too soon.
sit was lovely June day, and our
private footpath to the railway lay
through shady ways, but / was wretched
and ashamed, wishing the thing over.
The remembrance of the sparkle in
mothers eyes, even of the effort she had
made to appear in full toilet, disturbed
me. Of her health the doctor had spoken
gravely on the night before. With a
heart affection such as hers might not
the shock of Harberton's nonappearance
be too much for her?
II suppose one ought to believe in
Nemesis or retribution or that sort of
thing don't much; but, | confess,
that summer morning / came nearer
suffering for my sins than | had ever
done before or have ever done since.
''Now, you needn't believe what fol-
lows unless you like. often doubt it
myself. / knew something was to hap
pen as 1 heard the sound of the coming
engine, and as Watched the train sweep
around the curve Of the line wanted
badly to run away, but couldn't. Of
course there are seldom many passen-
gers for Chelmsford. This time there was
but one caught glimpse Of his face
at the window Of a carriage where he
sat alone, and my heart seemed to stop
beating. A moment later he stood be-
fore me. 1t was Harberton. He was ex-
actly as remembered him. There was
nothing in his appearance or manner to
account for DIS dread in me. We ex-
changed greetings, but no word passed
between us. We traversed the leafy lanes
as in dream, but they and myself were
visionary-he alone was real. And all
the time the memory of the telegram I
had omitted to send kept recurring to
my half paralyzed brain.
81 knew it could not be Harberton,
yet felt convinced it was none other.
Dull wonder whether or not mother
would see as did ran through my mind,
but was in reality too stupefied to be
capable of anything like consecutive
thought
1.-THE path we trod led through the
orchard into the rose garden, whereon
the low windows of my mothers sum-
mer parlor opened. As we entered the
garden she saw us-saw him-and
waved her thin hand in welcome. And
Harberton, or what / took to be Har-
berton, who till then had done nothing
but make me dread his presence, waved
in return courteously, almost gayly.
81 can tell you how that day passed.
1t seemed like long drawn out night
mare. kept saying to myself: I am
asleep. shall awake soon. Harberton
sat in my mother cool, darkened room,
talking of me, as gathered while pac-
ing restlessly within and without, Oh
smoking in chair outside the window.
She seemed to speak anxiously about
my future-I suppose, like most only
SONS reared by mothers, I had beer