Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1897-04-15

| lOTS' WIN neuTL uHeCllOn buCn an
hers, might not the shock of Harber-
tons non-appearance BIO ZOO much for
her?
Il suppose one ought to believe In
Nemesis, or Retribution, or that sort Of
thing l don't, much, but l 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 1t
myself. knew something was to hap
pen as I heard the sound of the coming
engine; and, as l watched the train
sweep round the curve of the line, /
wanted badly to run away, but
couldn't. OF course, there are seldom
many passengers for Glemsford this
time there was but one. l caught a
glimpse of his face at the window of
a carriage where he sat alone, and my
heart seemed to stop beating. A mo-
ment later he stood before me. It was
Harberton. He was exactly as re-
membered him. There was nothing In
his appearance or manner to account
for the dread in me. We exchanged
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
had omitted to send kept recurring
TO my half-paralyzed brain.
II knew 1t could not be Harberton,
yet felt convinced 1t was none other,
Dull wonder whether or not mother
would see as did ran through my
mind; but l was in reality too stupe-
fed to be capable Of anything like con-
secutiye thought.
1.-THE path we trod lay through the
orchard into the rose garden wherein
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.
Il can tell you how that day passed.
1t seemed like long drawn out night
mare. l kept saying to myself Il am
asleep. / shall awake soon. Harber-
ton sat In my mothers cool, darkened
room, talking of me, as l gathered,
while pacing restlessly within and
without, or smoking in a chair outside
the window. She seemed to speak anx-
iously about my future-I suppose, like
most only sons reared by mothers,
had been rather wild-and he appeared
to reasure her. She was quite soothed
and happy in his company. l moved
about; l would go to the stables to
speak to the men or wander aimlessly
about, but there was ever that awful
sense OF all being an illusion. l fan
cied l must be mad, and / feared the
sound of my own voice.
1T was a perfect day, still and balmy
the air being heavy with the fra
GRANGE of the roses-but to me it
seemed endless Still 1t came to a
close at last. In the cleaning Harber-
ton babe mother farewell. She blessed
him as they parted l standing
dumbly by, and he holding her hand
said gently, with his old, soft drawl.
| Il shall return soon
"Harberton left as he came, through
the byways carpeted with moss, and
overhung with briar roses, still hold
ing no speech with me-, who followed
dog like. Midway down the lane the
evening haze caught radiance from a
shaft of the sunset, and into the glory
OF 1t he passed alone For moment
dared not enter. When l did he was
gone.
well, in short time l was able to
laugh at the occurrence as absurd.
Mother seemed to feel happy in some
sort of delusion. didn't care to ridi-
Guile. She never asked me to send for
Harberton again. She always said:
When II Is time he will come
"She got more fragile daily. One
night she looked so ethereal that, fear
ing to leave her, 1 sent the nurse to
bed, and staid in her room. All was
hushed, and l must have dozed off, to
be reused by mothers voice, saying
gladly: "Oh, you have come for
me. That is so good Of YOU
"The light Of the harvest moon filled
the room, eclipsing the feeble glow
Of the night light
Mother had raised herself to a sit
ting position and was looking I'D Gag
erly, joyfully, her thin hands extended.
Bending over her, l saw distinctly the
figure Of Harberton. Starting forward,
l rushed towards her, but before I
could reach her side she had sunk back
inert. Harberton had vanished, and
the moonlight revealed only her dead
face lying peacefully smiling on the
pillows.
That's lot Of years ago now, but
I've never been able to reduce it to
common-sense. Can you, old chap?"--
Black and White.
He Peels the Potatoes.
There are probably $50 schools for
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