Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1897-10-14

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part 1t is guesswork no longer. My
mothers seizure this afternoon was in
some way connected with this stranger.
When I told her what had happened, she
said: Don't bring him here, Nancy;
don't bring him here
"Your mothers wishes
Have been overruled by me. This
poor man must and shall stay here till
we learn the extent of his injuries"
''You have taken upon yourself 4 great
csponsibility," l replied, gravely.
"Ahi YOU Gisapproye?'
thought marked a shade of anxiety
in her tones. Ibid not reply at once, for
the words of n great and kindly writer
were bubbling up in my mind: What
ever comes from the brain carries the
hue of the place it comes from, and
whatever comes from the heart carries
the heat and color of its birthplace"
The lobes of Miss Nancy's brain were
well developcd; but her heart-God
bless her!-vas big enough and pas
sionate enough for dozen ordinary
maidens. And this, according to the
writer aforesaid, is rs it should be.
Il see that you disapprove," she con-
tinued, piqued by my silence.
'sYour eyes are blurred" I replied.
You have 6beyed, Miss Nancy, the die
tates of your heart; and heart, nine
times out OF ten, proves better guide
than head"
Mrs. Gerard received me in the parlor.
''Win he die?" she demanded, anX-
iously.
He has had an awful fall, Mrs. Ger
ard And this prolonged insensibility
argues the grayest internal injuries"
She covered her face with trembling
hands. Once, long ago, she had loved
this man, had given him that divine
gift, n girls immaculate heart; and
now, as the tears triclled through her
slender fingers, I knew that she had
turned back the tear-stained pages of
the book of life and was rereading, ten
derly and reverently, the sweet story
of her youth. o memory, active moth
cr of all reason" what mad pranks thou
playest!
Nancy is right" she said, presently.
'I cannot turn him away"
'He is quite harmless, now"
Eyes, yes. The doctor will soon be
here?"
"'Within an hour"
Nancy is attending TO everything. 1
I cannot"
"It is not necessary that you should" ;"
1 interrupted. Mrs. Gerard, try to
think of something else. Save your
strength. 1t may be needed later
He was not responsible" she walled.
"His father before him was-well, not
mad, but very eccentric. And he had
been working like a slave for weeks,
sitting up, writing, till three and four
In the morning. That, and his terrible
jealousy, wrecked his reason"
''Happy days are in store for you, Mrs
Gerard This cruel anxiety which has
proved upon you eat! Mr.. Gerard - laoNv
at an end. You will be able to take your
proper place at his side. He needs you"
She smiled pathetically.
"Mr. Gerard can stand alone"
The coarsest ear might detect a dis
cord. The conviction flashed across me
that the second marriage had proved as
disastrous as the first. L had no right
to Judge Mark Gerard; but from what
I had seen of the man | was ready to
pronounce him no fit mate for the
gentle woman beside me. Ny heart
ached for her.
OF course l said nothing of what had
passed in the Pirates cave. She es-
tecmed and trusted Demetrius; and the
facts would have shocked her mex
pressibly 1t was important, however,
that / should seek light and find it, At
present l was in the dark.
"Demetrius," l remarked, carelessly,
'is a faithful servant. How did you
come by him?'
surely Mr.. Gerard told you2"
'.IIe told me little or nothing"
She seemed surprised, but answered
NV question. Mark Gerard had picked
up the Greek in New York, where he
had found him running the streets, alb
solutelv destitute and starving. lie had
given him a liberal education, and, when
he was old enough, employed him as q
confidential servant. Demetrius had
proved honest, intelligent, and ex-
traordinarily receptive. Gerard liked
plastic servants, and he nodded the lad
to suit himself
s'Demetrius," faltered Mrs. Gerard, in
conclusion, has been with me ever
since that awful time. Nearly 20 years
he has given up to me. Mr.. Gerard has
paid him wen, but money cannot can
eel such obligations. Have you talked
much with him?"
''He won't talk with me, Mrs. Ger
ard"
,He Is remarkably well informed
in his way, quite metaphysician."
Ills philosophy" l remarked, does
not temper his hostility to me-"
"Hostility?" she repeated. THAT is
too strong q word, lis is jealous, dare
say, because you have supplanted him,
In a sense; and the poor fellow was not
brought up as a Christian. You know
Mr.. Gerard's views. Demetrius Is
pagan. When you understand him
better, Mr.. Livingston, you will aPpre-
slate him"
~ have no doubt of it,"
Burlington was needing my atten-
| ton, so l said no more. My immediate
departure from the cottage was not can
vassed, and ] gladly left the matter in
abeyanoe, With my hand On the handle
of the door, l asked one important
! question.
"shau / send telegram to Mr..
/ Gerard?"
She hesitated, scanning my face with
troubled eyes.
ayes," she answered, YEARLY, 4 sup
/ pose So"
Her thoughts were straying in an
other direction.
"And you won't quarrel with De-
metrius?"
So. after all, my foolish mans face
! had betrayed me.
:As for pcmetrius." / answered, 81
shall remember, Mrs. Gerard, how
much YOU owe him, and, if ever the
chance presents itself, pay portion OF
the debt"
CHAPTER V
When does mana young man
I begin to take himself seriously3 OBJ
/ viously, when he realizes that the In
tegrity of the human rope may depend
Il Il