The Red Cloud chief., 1899-01-20
"Would TO God what, mother?"
~r--m CAPTAIN MARRYhr.

una knceIlnB Dy the sue OF IL, IN which
attitude she remained for so ne time
in fervent prayer. AT last she resumed
her seat, and her face wore an aspect
Of more composure.
Philip, who, during this, had re-
NAMED silent and thoughtful, again
addressed his mother.
Look we, mother. You ask me to
stay on shore with you md stuATe-
rather hard conditions; NO hear what
| have TO say. That room opposite has
been shut up ever since ! can remem-
ber-why, you will never tell me; but
once ! heard you say, when w were
without bread, and with no prospect OF
my uncle's r~eturn-you were then half
frantic, mother, as you know you
sometimes are"
We'll, Philip, what did you hear me
say?" inquired his mother, with trem-
ulous anxiety.
you said, mother, that there was
money in that room which would rave
us; and then you screamed and raved.
and sald that you preferred death.
Now, mother, what is there In that
chamber, and why has II been so long
shut up? Either ! know that. or | 40
to sea-"
AT the commencement of this adj
dress OF Philip, his mother appeared to
be transfxed and motionless as a
statue; gradually her lips separated
and her eyes glared; she seemed TO
have lost the power of reply; she put
her hand to her right side, as II to
compress II. then both her hands, az
II TO relieve herself from excruciating
torture; AZ last she sank, with her head
forward. and the blood poured out Of
her mouth.
Philip sprang from the table to her
assistance, and prevented her from
falling on the floor. He laid her on
the couch, watching with alarm tbs
continued effusion.
"Oh, mother, mother! what Is this?"
cried he, at last, in great distress.
For some time his mother could
make no reply: she turned further or
her side, that she might not be suf-
located by the discharge from the rup-
tured vessel, and the s~now-whi.c
planks Of the floor were soon crimson
ed with her blood.
Speak, dearest mother. II you can"
repeated Philip, In agony. What shall
| do?-what shall | give you?-God Al
mighty! what IA this?"
Death, my child, DEATH" at length
replied the poor woman, sinking into
Il state of uncousc,ousness.
Philip. TO- much alarmed, few out
CT the cottage and called the ~nelghbors
to his mothers assistance. Two or
three FASTENED 10 the call; and as soon
as Philip saw them occupied In restor-
Ing his mother. he ran as fast as he
could TO the house of a medical man
who lived about n mile ofr-ono Myn-
heer Poots, a little, miserable, avar-
iclous wretch, but known to be very
skillful in his profession. Philip found
Poots at home and insisted upon His
immediate attendance.
IL will come-yes, most certainly"
replied Poots, who spoke tn. language
but imperfectly: but. Mynheer Van
do~rdecken. who will pay me-"
PAY you? my uncle will. directly
that he comes home"
Your uncle. de Skipper vanbren-
men? no, he owe ME four gullders, and
he has owed me for a Ions time. Be-
sides, his ship may sink
ii shall pay you the four gu!lders,
and for this attendance Also" replied
Philip in a rage; come directly
while you are %disputing my mother
may be dead"
But Mr.. Philip, ! cannot come, now
| recollect: l have to see the child OF
the burgomaster at T~erneuse," replied
Mynhser Poots.
Look you, Mynheer Poots,' ex-
claimed Philip. red with passion, "you
have but to c~hooso-will you so quiet
ly, or must I take you there? Youll not
trine with me-"
Here Mynheer Poots was under con-
siderable alarm. for the character a.
Philip Vanderdecken was well known.
II will come by and by. Mynheer
Philip. II l can"
You'll come now. you wretched old
misGr!" exclaimed Philip. selling hold
Of the little man by the collar, and
pulling him out OF his door.
Murder! murder!" cried Poots, as
he lost his legs, and was dragged along
by the impetuous young man.
Philip stopped, for he perceived that
Poots was black in the face.
Must ! then choke you to make Won
20 quietly? for, hear me. go you shall.
alive or dead"
We'll, then," replied Poots, recov-
erIns himself, Il Will so, but III have
you In prison tonight; and, as for YOUR
mother, III not-no. that I Will not
Mynheer Philip, depend upon H."
Mark me, Mynheer poots." replied
fhiip, las sure as there is n God in
heaven. II you do not come with mo
III choke You now; and when You a.,
rive, II you do not do your beat for
my pHcr mother, I'll murder you there.
on know that ! always do what 7 say,
so now take my advice, coma slor,