The Irish standard., 1897-07-31
us the Greek here~
"ue was here"

ls the Greek here?
'ue was here"
Course him! conflict him come into
this room"
He closed his eyes and said no more.
After all, he had said enough. The
mere words, coupled with the tones of
his deep voice, Mortified me. Manifest
ly, his appetite for blood was not yet
gluttcd And this man was the father
of Nancyl
An hour later the letter Of Demetrius
wa$ placed in my hands. Ihad finished
hasty breakfast. and was sitting,
smoking, upon the veranda. The doc
tor and the nurse were with Burlington.
The letter ran thus:
Dear Madame: Acting in accordance
with the instructions I received from my
master, have been compelled to leave your
house and take your son with me- We can
camp at the hut on tho island MARK had
described this hut to me with enthusiasm;
1t had been built by his father and was we'll
provistoncd for the purposes OF duck shoot
fns). and Mark. as you know. will be
snfc and happy there with me. / dare not
takc tho chances OF exposing tho boy to
the fury Of powerful mailman. Yours re-
spectfully. madame. DEMETRIUS."
Nancy brought me this carefully writ
ten cpistle. and with it message from
her mother. Mrs. Gerard was pros
tlatcd by the events ofthe past "a hours
ana unable to leave her room. She APP
proved the flight of Dcmctrus.
"llc is certainly Faithful" said Miss
Nancy.
why are you not lying DOWN.?
asked, severely.
II could not rest whilc-while the
thunder is in the air. Mamma has Just
given NC the key to the puzzle She
has told me that Mr. Burlington is a
madman-that hr\ has terrible grudge
against father, and wishes to murder
poor Mark. How horriblc!"
Every horrible" said, gravely.
"And you," she continued, were sent
down to stand between Mark and this
dreadful monster. l did you nn in
Justice. Forgive me-"
She held out her hand frankly. with
an mir of good fellowship which argued
tho lack OF Il trndcrer sentiment.
"l'ut tho monster" she continued,
withnsliglt shiver. "is surely helpless /"
THAT, Miss Nancy, we do not know.
We think So"
"Alammu also told me that lie had
once tried to murder father, md in
stead had killed his partner. | could
see that the mere telling of the story
upset her terribly. Oh, MIR. Livingston,
my heart misgivcs ne when think that
I'm responsible for this man being here.
What have done in my folly and con.
ccit"
Her distress was most painful to wit
ness; and naturally offered some
crumbs of comfort, pointing out that
SHE had acted according to the dictates
nf her heart, II womnn's wiscst COUNSEL
or, and doubtless for the best, ulti-
mntcly.
"Why has this man." she asked, fierce
~. "b'"n suffered to heap such wretch
c,'ness upon the heads of innocent pco-
plc?"
was silent.
"1lnve you nothing to sny?" she de-
mnntled. hotIy.
"rhrre is reason in everything"
ans"rrcd-"the inexorablc logic of
cause and effect. believe that the all
swcr to most of our questions may te
found. if we search patiently Tho
problem of human suffering is to I've
solved, but not by random Eucsswork.
The suilcrngs OF such Il woman as YOUR
mother nlH to Ike evidence Of a future
state Of existence"
She listened nttcrtiycly to my crude
u'cslonsc. n softer light s,ltrusing her
fine eyes. The Thought struck me tlnt
both OF lis, she as wall ns !, had tnkcm
life too lightly and needed the discipline
OF reflection. To me personally things
In general h,ul begun to assume strange
proportions; some Of my mountains
dwindlcd to mole hills and vice versa;
substance melted into shadow; tho ideal
absorbed the real. The process is often
rapid, and. like IL tri pacross the English
channel. most upsctting.
Yesterday" said Nancy. after a Sig
niiicant pause, Il particularly noticed
the sunset. The line of surf. with the
light behind It, WAS purple. not white:
and yet ! knew, of course, that it was
white. 1t Is so with the human souls
we meet; their color depends upon the
light. and our own eyes deceive us.
And there are always the two roads.
one leading to llcavcn-on earth. l
means and the other to-
"Ihc land Of regret. May yon never
set foot ;hrre!"
I spoke warmly.
"'rhnnk you; You would"
"Furn myself into Il sign post for
your snke. Most nssurcdly."
We gnzctl cnlmly mn, dispnssionatcly
into eac!, others eyes. Perhaps. all in
oil. it WIS the bittereat moment Of my
life. for snw that she hnd guessed my
secret and remained u,movctl; and yet
the lc;Ncn Of sweetness was there.
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