The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-04-25

a mere bagateIe in a mans life marry
somebody else.
A slight dose Of the opiate in his hand
and the link would cease to be. Even
while he argued it all out, his hand was
firmly replacing the cork in the bottle
and now he turned back TO the bed, and
administered the draught
I'm 60 he said, briehy.
Grifenstein's servant admitted him
without demur to where his master sat in
the nearly dark studio, STOPPING
listlessly over the embers of a dying fire
Holt had given no name, and now with
out any form of greeting, he said merely:
You lost an umbrella, | believe, last
July, at the house of Mrs. Alexs?"
Carl had risen, and now. fair-haired,
blue-eyed, tall of stature as a Norseman,
ne lowered in the gloom above his keen
faced, dark questioner.
Il did. Is it found?'
They were antagonists already, and his
tone was curt to degree.
Yes. If you viii. come to the - hos
pital, and ask for Mr.. Curtis Langdon he
will deliver it over to you
Thanks. It's hardly worth the trouble.
I'll send"
You must come.
'Must?"
Carts blue eyes flashed, but the spark
dangerous.
Eyes: you must He implies that your
happiness and that of someone very dear
to you is concerned"
For a moment the fire f1ared up, reveal
ing great picture on the easel, close at
hand. In the dim distance showed 9TH
ers that had earned the praise of the
whole world, and one fe,t instinctively that
here was the temple of a man of genius.
who nevertheless covered like any other
poor mortal by his neglected hearthstone
alone.
'Tn come" said Carl, briefly. Holt
bent his head and without a word, passed
out.
Az, the painter had fame, and money,
and good looks, and health. and soon he
would have the best of all-love.
ITS very kind of you to come" said
Langdon, as Carl Griffenstein, gentle, like
most big men, took the thin and worn hand
extended to him, and then his glance fell
on the familiar old umbrella, lying on the
bed. he had exchanged for another at Mrs.
Alexis, and he smiled.
"Hullo! he said, there's my old
friend" and he took it up. by Jove, I
returned one like it, but without my name
cut in it"
Curtis Langdon reached up out of his
pillows, and touched Carts strong hand
with his thin one.
you take your umbrella" he said. eff
you want to know the story of it, go to-
he named the shop. Just walk i'm look
at all the pretty girls, and ask one of them
fora cup of coffee"
Carl laughed. He thought the man mad
yet pitied and Wished to humour him.
At that moment a nurse looked in, and
murmured an apology. She thought DIR.
Holt was there, she said, and retired.
"Dr. Ralph Holt?" said Carl, sharply
to Langdon
But Landgon knew no one of that name
there though he remembered the name
clearly enough.
Strange said Carl "for this must
surely be the man who did me a great in
JUROR l am much mistaken. The wo-
man 1 loved, Tilted me to marry him"
He is not married" said Curtis Lang
don. who told you that?"
He did. I came hack from the Holy
Land to find myssweetheart gone. her
father dead. and DR.. Holt calmly con-
fronting me with the news that she had
transferred her affections to himself
1T was a lie!' cried Curtis, bounding
on his bed;. "go and get that cup of cof-
fee-go!"
Carts face changed. He looked earnestly
at the older man-and went,
.
"wiH you give me cup OF coffee?"
The girl turned, and saw Carl. Autumn
retraced its steps, and blossomed into full
summer, as they looked into each other $
eyes, and heart and soul rushed together
then:
Directly, sire she said, and he sat
down at a little marble, table, and for
the first but not the last time in her life
she served him.
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