The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-06-12

! or. on the contrary. it might be-nothing.
! We're there such things in the world as
/ ghosts-haunting ghosts; ghosts Of men
! steadily pursuing those who had hurt
! them?
"Bob Bob! Bob. he ventured to call.
| in a low voice. But no dog came for
ward; and still he heard the soft pad. aud
/ d chilling shudder crept over him. He
walked faster, and presentely he ran-ran
Ike a scared child, and never stopped TIL
! he reached his own gate. All was silent.
! No bark saiuted him, and again he felt
with strange pang the absence of his
dog.
light was burning in the kitchen of
/ the farmhouse; the maid-Of-all-WOrk had
gone to bed. His wife had been in bed an
day. Everything at home was as he had
lett it, but on him what a change had
come!
When he thought of his sick wife a eush
OF tenderness came over him Whatever
might happen, he had no pity for himself,
but he had the sOftest pity for her. He
could not terrify and burden her with his
secret. He would be cheerful, ana he
would merely say that ne had managed
TO arrange for some money he would not
even say he had get it. He took the light
from the kitchen table and went into the
dark parlor. There was an old oak secre-
talre there. Into drawer Of that he
crammed the bag of gold he could not
bear 70 open the bag. or finger it's contents
yet. Then he went up to his wife.
There you are, john said she, In
weak voice, as he crossed the floor TO kiss
her. Home at last l thought l heard
you come in"
Yes, Jenny, lass, here am" said
John, STOPPING over her
And are you glad John, to be nome
again with your poor little wife,"
Glad? Yea, lass" said John. More
glad than l can tell"
60 We bpap So lopqIV al 1aV Tobp
been thinking over and over everything
that might be happening TO you, and every
thing you might be saying or doing 1t
has been hard day hasn't it, john"
Hard yes" said John, almost forget
ting himself and breaking down under ner
tender solicitude. But" he added. striv-
ing after cheerfulnees, after airs said end
done it's been none so bad"
ANY news. John?" she asked, bright
ening with hope
"Summat," said he Il think-Tve made
kind o an arrangement-a settlement,
you underestimate think the bill of sale
will be made up-kind of held overland I
think lass, that we may manage the rent"
"Oh, John" she cried, in immense relief.
Really and truly? l begin to feel better
already! But how have you managed it,
John? Has somebody lent you the
money!"
well lass, said John, reluctantly, and
at loss, Il cannot exactly tell you. It's
kind Ga kind o secret, you see"
ION, John" she cried. "a secret?-a Sc
cret from me? We hain't never had Il Sc
cret from one another since We was court
in, John. and we are to begin now?"
John looked at her piteously. and pluck
ed with his fingers at the fluff of the
blanket; he was strongly tempted to tell
her all, and have done with it, but he
thought how i'll it might make her, weak
as she was and he held his tongue.
9Th ,TOlnl" she said considering pifn
''but you do look III! Whatever's the mat
ter? Where did you have your dinner?"
AT The Red Llon.' said he.
and what did you have for dinner?"
Bread and cheese"
Bread and cheese, indeed" said she,
with contempt For a big strong fellow
like you! That's what it is! You're fam
ished you are; fair famshed. Now down
you go and eat your supper; Liz has left
it tn oven for you. Away you go
John went down, and made an attempt
to eat his supper but after mouthtul
or two he gave il up; his mouth was dry
and baked, and not even palatable food
could provoke its moisture. He drew him
self a glass of ale, and he tried a pipe TO
spin the time out. But he found neither
satisfaction nor comfort in anything; and
yet he shran1 from returning to his wife,
who was sure to ply him with questions to
get at his secret 1t was surely much bet
ter wasn't il, he said to himself. that lie
should keep it from her His pipe went
out. He would not relight it. but he
thought he would just look forth into the
night TO see If by any chance Bob had
come back yet. Bob had not come back.
He could make no more pretence of 0ccu-
patton, and so he made up his mind to go
upstairs to bed. But first he made a reso-
lutte advance into the parlor, lamp in hand,
to be sure that the secretaire still stood in
its place and that certain drawer was
locked. Being assured of these things, re
turned away in haste and rejoined his
wife.
To his relief she did not worry him for
a revelation of his secret but maintained
a silent and thoughtful attention. SO that
at length her forbearance, instead of be-
ing a relief, was like to become a burden.
He kueW-and she probably knew too
that her silent waiting was certain to
| draw his secret from him ere long. But he
had a respite.
you're dead beat and tired, my poor
john" said she, at length. Come to
your bed and sleep"
John went to bed and slept, but with
| such wild starts and tremblings that his
| wife was troubled TO think what was
! wrong with him.A He rose betimes. as
| ual to go about the business of his farm,
| business that would not wait-such as the
| feeding OF horses and the milking of COWS
but he showed face as worn and as I'M
| refreshed, almost, as that of the night be-
| fore. And thus his day went on. with
| some cheerful attempts at intervals to
! think that he would get over il in a day
| or two. that perhaps the man, the old mis-
er, was not dead and that in any case he
! had the bag of gold wherewith to pay his
debts and to start anew with activity and
| resolution
His wife was still ignorant, both Of his
trouble and his gold he had got off with
the promise that she should know all in
/ day or two.
In the meantime there was great excite
ment i'm the market town of Fulford A
whole sensation and mystery of it's own
Fulford had not had for many a year. and
it made the most of the latest. Fulford
was too quiet a place TO have daily pa
per, even in these days. 1t had only two
! weeklies, and the reporters of both these
were busy in cooking up the mysterious
! circumstances Of the death Of poor Jerry
/ Owen, who had played the part of the old
| miser In Les Cloches de VorneViile" for
| ever so many hundred times-played il so
/ often that he had got into The habit Of car
/ ryins home nightly the bag OF Hanover
| ian sovereigns" which was his great nee
essary property" 1t was that. apparent
! IL that had led IN his up1oiper H., ,,-l,.,,