The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1897-09-16

You will not worry n longer ueal,
murmured his mother, slipping herSlrni
round him.
But his quick eye had caught the
signature unon one of the checks. DOC
tor Walker he cried, flushing. inns
Is Ciara's doing. Oh. dad, we cannon
take this money. 1t would not De rlSh'
nor honorable"
mo. boy, am glad you think So IL
Is sometime. however, TO have proven
ones friend. for a real good frlend 1t
Is. II was he who brought IL In, though
Clara sent him. But this other money
will be enough TO everything anu
it is all my own
Your own? Where did you get IT,
dad"
''Tut.tut, See what it is to have a
city man TO deal with. Ii is my own,
and fairly earned, and that Is enough
Dear old dad" Harold squeezed ms
gnarled hand. And you, mother. You
have lifted the trouble from my heart.
/ feel another man. You have saved
my honor. my good name. everything.
/ IAN not W you more, for l owe you
everything already
So while the autumn sunset shone
ruddily through h broad WINDOW
these three sat together hand in hand.
with hearts which were too full 10
speak. Suddenly the soft thudding OF
tennis balls was heard. n Mrs. West
Tacott bounded into view upon the
lawn with brandished racket and snort
skirts fiuttering in the breeze. The
sight came as a relief 10 their strained
nerves, and they burst all three into a
hearty fit of laughter.
She is playing with her nephew,
said Harold at last. THE Walkers
have not come out yet. 1 iii that
It would be we'll II o were TO give me
that cheque. mother. and l were to re-
turf 1t in person"
Certainly. Harold. 1 think it would
be very nice"
He went in through the garden. Clara
and the Doctor were sitting together in
the dining-room. She sprang to her
feet at the sight of him.
"Oh. Harold, ! have been waiting for
you so impatiently," she cried; Il saw
you pass the front windows half an
hour ago. / would have come in If l
dared. Do tell us what has happened"
Il have come in to thank o both.
How can / repay o for your kind
ness? Here is your cheque, Doctor. L
have not needed il. / find that / can
lay my hands on enough TO pay my
creditors
Thank Cod said Clara ~fervently.
The sum is less than l thought, and
our considerably more. We
have been able to do it with ease"
With ease!" The Doctors brow
clouded and his manne grew cold. Il
think. Harold. that you would do better
10 take this money Of mine, than to use
that which seems to you to be gained
with ease"
Thank you. sir. If | borrowed from
any one il would be from you. But my
father has this very sum, five thousand
pounds. and, as l tell him. 1 owe him
so much that l have no conjunction
about owing him more"
NO conjunction! Surely there are
some sacrifices which a son should not
allow his parents to make
Sacrifices, What do you mean?'
us 1t possible that o do not know
how this money has been o~btained?'
Il give you my word, Doctor Walker,
that / have no idea. l asked my father.
u he refused to tell me-"
II thought not" said the Doctor, the
gloom clearing from his brow. II was
sure that you were not a man who, to
clear yourself from a little money diff
Guilty. would sacrifice the happiness of
your mother and the health Of your
father"
Good gracious. what do you mean?"
at is only right thai you should
know. That money represents the COM
mutation Of your fathers pension. He
has reduced himself to poverty. and in
tends to go to sea again to earn a liv-
ing"
T sea again! Impossible!'
ut is the truth. Charles Westmacott
has told Ida. He was with him in the
City when he took his poor pension
about from dealer to dealer trying to
sell 1t. He succeeded at last, and hence
the money"
He has sold his pension." cried Har-
old. with his hands to his face. my
dear old dad has sold his PENSION"
He rushed from the room, and burst
wildly into the presence of his parents
once more. II a not take 1t, father"
he cried. Better bankruptcy than
that. Oh, IL I had only known your
plan! We must have back the pension.
On. mother. mother. low could you
think me capable of such s~elfishness?
Give me the check, dad, and / will see
this man tonight, for l would sooner
die like a dog in the ditch than to touch
n penny Of his money"