Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1898-08-11
Next day the storm died.

another voyage.
'"That, father, is the fisherman who
saved Harry and me.'' Elsie Trevors
said, pointing to n stooping figure
sitting on the edge of fishing boat.
They neared him.
"You will do something for him,
won't you, father?" the girl ques-
toned.
SAY, ay, childl To be sure"
Albert Trevors looked up into the
stalwart young fisherman's bronzed
face.
"My good fellow" he began, "you
saved my bonnie wee Elsie, and"
He drew up suddenly.
The two men stared at each other
for a long while in silence. IMsie
watched.
THANK him, father" she whispered.
"Tell him you will reward him.
Till him that you will do something
for him..
But 1t the fisherman was walking
rapidly away.
"Why did you let him CO., father9"
she asked ,wonderingly. "Why did
you? Wetcame here to thank, him
to do something for him in return-"
Patience, Elsiel patience, child
He saved my little girl. 1 am going
to do something for him in retu1n-in
return" "hemuttered. "Good Heavens,
and what!'
When they reacheS the boarding
house on the ses-frony, Victor Trevors
had an interview with his daughter's $
fiance. The latter learned that little
Elsie was not AM heiress, after all.
The money, that ivery day, had gone
from her forevef, Her fortune, for
some reason he refused toexplain, had
suddenly disappeared. The man
caught the next train up to town,
promising to write. Victor Trevors
smiled gritnly fas he departed.
"Poor little4 Elsie!" he said to Mrs,
Fenwick. "ft Twill hurt her badly
when she knows the truth. But I've
had my suspicious before that he only
wanted her for themoney. He wasn't
good enoughf for her by long chalk.
I've mnch fbedter man in view for my
bonnie weetyirlie."
"Who?"
"The tisEermanwho saved her life, :"
he announced complacently, pretend
ing not to fnotice Mrs Fenwick's ex-
preston d utter bank iastonishment.
81 will flo my best to- bring it about
and quickly at that. He saved her
life, and he shall have her if he
wishes, when he has come to care for
her. It's theionly re- yard can offer
him. Do you fagree with me, Mrs.
Fenwick?"
She certainlytlid not.
"But you may" he answered,
a,y, "%hen oell,.l' I've Introduced you to the
He was bgbught from the fishing
village-he came reluc santly in his
rough fisherman's clot aes-to the
mansion 9n the sea-fronsa The Wis
itors whomet him on the stairs eyed
him curSously.
Mrs. Fenwirk was with Elsie Tre-
vors in theirp private sitting g-room. Mr..
Trevoit' had asked her particularly to
be, present.
The fisherman stood before them
he appeared from out of the shadow
of the door, slowly just Mt first. His
gaze wandsred from Elsie to her com
panion, and remained there. Then
came recognition, and, with a wild
sob, thefwidow threw herself into his
his arms Mother andN son had met
once more. For few odd seconds
she hardly'recognized him; it was all
so terribly ,unexpected.>, The dead
had come to'life!
Then sio was devourSn ing him with
her loving eyes, kissing Mis- forehead,
blessing Albert 'Trevors for having
found him antl brought hinkto her.
A moment later she started back,
and there was an expression of wild
fear in her,eyes. "But why did you
find him?"2she demanded. "To give
him up to olthe law2"
Madam, he saved my little girlp
was the only answer. And for once
there was no pomposity in the mans
voice.
"Whose guilt were you hiding, my
sonP" his mother asked at,last.
He did not speak. "Tell mel" she
persisted. Still silence. "Tell mel"
"My father's." He turned away
that he might not, see her pain.
Albert Trevorsjlet it stay at that for
several minutes. Why not forever?
The boy had spoken of his innocence;
he suffered to keep clean his dead
fathers name.
But he saved Elsie's'life. 1t was q
marvellous argument-th only one
that could ever have, appealed to AL
bert Trevors. He had promised to
do something in return; he must go
the whole way with his reward.
Madam" he said, and the glory of
his old pomposity was full upon him,
"your husband-as we'll as your SON
was innocent. Boy, you wronged
your fatherl"
Not waiting for any interruption
whatever, he proceeded slowly,
grandly:
"You declared once that you could
never forgive me, madam, for hunting
| down your son. Maybe Won never