Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1897-09-16

from each nod OF approval.
In one room-once the dining-room
of the old house, bright young fell
low is working, planning, thinking, ex-
perimenting all day long, and at times
all night long, too, on the problem Of
voice-transmission without the aid of
receiver or transmitter. He has made
some progress, and, as he is a patient
young man of brilliant parts, make
bold to prophesy that the world will
soon be startled by lightning stroke
of genius which will blazon the little
hamlet of Jacksonville in characters of
fire on the present generation.
My wife and I are spending the sum-
mer Mt her residence on Sunset hill,
and we drive over to the old house
every day to talk and to encourage
The young genius
A year has passed since Mr.. Morley's
death; six months after that tragic
event Florence became my wife.
The first evening of our arrival at
Sunset hill l was sitting on the porch,
watching the violet tints down in the
valley, Ny wife was slowly pacing up
and down the walk.
She had been very quiet and sober all
that day, and l attributed her mood to
the sorrowful recollections which the
place would naturally call up.
Presently she came and lnelt down
beside me. Resting her head on my
shoulder, she spoke.
IL have something to tell you, my
misunderstanding which have
kept hidden from you. But have been
punished sufficiently; for there has not
been that absolute trust and confidence
between us that | wished. 1t is all my
fault. Promise to forgive me, and l
will tell you my secret"
laughed at her, and placed my arm
around her. ut must be something
terrible indeed" exclaimed, in pre-
tended alarm. But as you arc my wife,
of course there is no other way but to
forgive the wrong"
IL belieye-papa was concerned
in the bank-roboery," she finally muir
INJURED, in broken tones.
Good heavens, Florence! What can
you be dreaming OFF" | exclaimed, in
great surprise.
sit is no dream; how wish it was!"
she answered, the tears falling fast,
mo dream, my husband. 1t is the
truth"
Tow do you know it?" asked.
"When heard that Jackson was the
guilty one, aod that r0pa had been
killed by him, suspected then that
papa had something to do with the al.
fair. knew there was some business
relation between them that could moi
understands; and then papa's secret
trouble during the six weeks before
he died was significant"
But, after all, this is only surmise,
I said, in an attempt to comfort her
"Think of your fathers position. Think
how he loved YOU"
"Oh, Nelson, | will never forget that;
I will always remember him by that
strong affection he had for me. But
what | have told you is rot surmise.
Just before we were married sent for
my detective, and insisted on knowing
the truth"
why, thought Wilson ard Skin
ner knew nothing about Mr.. Morleys
connection with the affair."" ex-
claimed.
"Oh, yes, they knew II, but out Of re-
gard for you ard ne they had deter
mined to keep it secret, seeing that
papa was dead and revelation of it
would do no good. II Papa had lived
they would have been compelled to
bring him to justice. assigned ull
the property to the bank, all except this
place, which was bought with money
left me by my mother. Papa was not
nearly so wealthy as most people sup
posed, but / believe what he had, along
with what was obtained out of jack
sons estate, and what still remained of
the stolen property, fully reimbursed
the bank. That is why 1 came to you
poor girl instead of the heiress you
had reason to expect. So you see, my
husband, you married not only COM
paratively penniless girl, but a-a-oh,
Nelsonl-a great criminals daughter!"
she faltered.