The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-13

a saint. cannot forgive in such boun.
teous fashion,"
Forgive? Nay, who could expect
you to forgive? Not /. in sooth, butt
mot one man in hundred would
agree to your WISH" exclaimed Way.
ling.
"Ninety-nine would not The hum
dredth might. Will you?' asked Peter,
stepping suddenly back and holding
out his hands, trembling with eagerness.
There was something in the lads i'm
pulsive attitude, his wide, imploring
eyes and thrilling voice which touched
Wayling strangely. In all his life he
had never come in contact with a ma
ture SO appealing, SO refreshing, as Pc
ter's. Their reciprocal attraction had
been instantaneous. The boy seemed the
embodiment Of everything beautiful in
his own youth. The illusions he had
lost looked at him from Peters sunny
eyes. 1t was poignant moment. On
the one hand were the possibilities of
satisfying friendship with Peter in the
future, on the other the Cutting of an
old revenge. Which would he choose?
But Wayling did not choose. The pow
er to do so seemed to pass out of his
hands. Nothing appeared of much con-
sequence except Peters sympathy and
trust in him. The thought Of these was
unutterably sweet.
| A change crossed his face. The veins
showed like purple stripes upon his
white forehead, and he remained silent,
looking at Peter like one fascinated.
"You hold this mans life in your
sweet tones. "You can crush him as
easily as fly struggling within your
palm, or you can fling his liberty i'll his
face, saying, 4, whom you have so in
famously wronged, | give you your re-
naming years. All, the nobility of that
giftl And which, think you, would be
the greater revenge?"
There was deep silence in the room,
broken only by the lonely cry of bell
man who paused beneath the window.
"A dark, foggy night! One by the
clock, and all's well, alls wellp'
May" said Wayling, lowering his
head, "all is i'll indeed. My soul is stirred
within me. l cannot tell the reason o.
it, lad, but you have squeezed the sweet
ness from my revenge. Open the door
Let the creature 60 untouched. vii
not look upon his face again.
Cautley staggered to his feet, his fac
expressing unutterable gratitude. Heed
ing Peters gesture to be silent, he CAV
one terrified, backward look, as if doubt
ing the reality of his release, and crep
into the dark hall.
A moment later they heard the stree
door family close after him. The Hin
doc smiled.
"Let us go also." said Wayling in
quiet. weary voice. "There are paper
and books at my lodgings which mus
take with me on the ship. Let us G
now"
He slipped his arm through Peters
and the Hindoo followed. On reachin
the street they found heavy fog brood
: ing like specter over the silent tow
: Not many yards away the bellman
l swaying lantern was hazy point
l light. Everything else was obscured.
They hurried silently along, Pet
, instinctively taking the right wa,
a Neither dared to speak of the experien'
! he had just passed through and Its b
l wildering termination. When the
reached Wayling's house, they disco
0 cred the Hindoo was not behind them
y "He has lost his way i'll the fog,
: said Peter. "Let us retrace our steps
: bit. "
f They did So calling his name softl
! At length "a whispered answer was !
u ceived
q eyes. sahib, come" And Breathe
from a swift run the Hindoo appear
IS like a ghost beside them.
g 'It is indeed strange Rao should IL
/, his way" said Wayling as they turn
o again. "He has the scent of dog,
hearing of an Indian.
it The fog lifted as the day broke, a
the sun sucked up the mist, leaving
l. waters of the bay sparkling in the 81
IL light. The vessel bound for Engla
started ON her voyage with promise
fair weather.
A mistiness came into Peters eyes
the roof tops and steeples OF the to-
grew more and more indistinct.
"You are loath to leave New forh
said Wayling sadly, reading his CO
panion's face.
"That am not" said Peter stout
"Were it not for you, though, wo'
be. Do you regret your sacrihcer
asked very gently.
"Nay, strange peace mas come
me-" said wayling, his fine eyes Ing
ing. 81 never knew it before. On
to me always, Peter, as you were
that moment. -.
The Hindoo had moved toward ID
as if to speak. On hearing his mas
"a. inter these words be rcsolutely CLIO
30 his lips and tuned away.
be Neither Wayling nor Peter ever
nd the following paraGr"r. v men app
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