The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-04-24

Mrs Hall simply put ON warm wrap
per, threw a thick shawl over her head
and, with very little more preparation,
descended TO the hall door. OF course
Addie might just as well have gone back
TO bed, for she did not intend TO see
John or permit him TO see her. She had
said SO emphatically. Nevertheless she
dressed herself and in doing so took ex-
treme care that she should look her best.
The mirror could not have been spared
from that toilet
II am quite aware, Mrs Hall, F." said
John smilingly, that the hour is rather
late for an evening call and somewhat
early for morning visit, but hope my
errand will be my excuse
So should suppose, Mr.. Latham, E"
replied the widow, leading the way into
the little parlor and opening the damp
ers of the stove, "but can tell better
when | hear it. You certainly have sur
prised me most nightly. "
Il presume, said John in an interrog-
ative tone when they were comfortably
seated, THAT you are informed of the
sudden death of Mr.. Willmarth?"
Eyes. saw il announced in the
newspaper. F"
1.-THE man of whose treachery and
dishonesty you have cherished SO keen
a remembrance these many years.
She looked at him with surprise, but
replied simply:
Eyes. l do not know how yos found
it out, but he was the man. h"
With her hands crossed in her lap
and her eyes fixed ON the reddening
mica in the stove door, she went on,
speaking in meditative way:
ut isn't what l hoped for, and, l
suppose, puts an end definitely to the
hopes l had entertained so long But it
winds the affair up somehow, and that's
some consolation There's nothing l
despise more than being kept in sus-
pense for s years. And / can take some
satisfaction from that man having got
his just deserts after all-even though
in way that brought no good to me
or mine. hope there is nothing wrong
in approving the judgments of the Most
High and taking what satisfaction a
person can out of them. No doubt the
elected instrument was son "oor crea-
ture Richard Willmarth uronged.
and / do hope they won't catch him"
do you know where he was going
when he met his death?"
why, no! How should I?''
ut was published in the evening pa
pers.
II never see them. "
He was going by appointment to
see Michael Mccartney"
She uttered an exclamation of aston
and after little pause asked
IN an awestruck tone:
Ibid Michael kill him?"
mo-" laughed John. 1.-The retribu.
was not quite SO perfect as that, l
INK.
Il knew Michael was i'll the city, be-
cause / got letter from him. -
(Which you answered by personal
How did you know that?''
HE told me So.
The climax of the old lady's amaze
nent had been reached. John had
thought it would be best to break his
,reat news to her gradually, or at least
% bring her by degrees to state in
which it would not shock her too severe
Y, as he had an indefinite but strong
impression that women, when greatly
xcited, were apt to go into Mysteries, Of
which he had horror. But now he
leemed her prepared for his disclosures
nd lost no more time in making them.
with his encountering Nc
}affrey's name in the newspaper on the
rain, he gave her detailed account of
his arduous nights work, ending his re-
ital with the triumphant exhibition Of
he old man S written confession and the
ong concealed agreement
The widow heard his story through
Without interruption, but demonstrating
y her attitude Of breathless eagerness
nd the expression Of strained attention
Il her countenance her intense interest
n his revelations When all had been
old, she closed her eyes while she offer
d up fervent prayer Of thanksgiving
D him whose justice is sure, but whose |
lercy endureth forever. Then her graft |
1de to John as his agent broke forth.
ears Of JOY stood in her eyes, and her |
dice quavered as, clasping his head be-
ween her hands, she repeatedly kissed
is brow and murmured:
My son! My son! / did not know
ow kind God was in sending you to
ler
When she had regained control over
er emotion, John, with little hest
incy, ventured an inquiry after Adele.
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