The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1899-08-17

to me. She does not know the partic-
ulars Of my unhappy history-she does
not know that my wife betrayed me,
and played me false. The story is too
shameful for my Pearl to hear, and
would save her from the contamination
Of your presence"
| She gave a wild scream.
"Your-Pearl! Pearl, Saved-from-
DEATH" she cried, tottering toward me
with wild, appealing motion of her
trembling hands.
But / waited to hear no more.
| reeled down the stairs like a drunken
man, with all my pulses beating flu
riously. The detective caught my arm
and steadied me, and the action re-
called me to myself. / placed the en-
velope i'm his hand, and asked him if
he was acquainted with the place.
We'll" he answered; lit is in the
sailors quarter-one Of the common
dancing houses
Let us hasten there
"You know the name the woman up
stairs goes by, l suppose?" he said.
You mean to ask me if know she
is my wife. That is enough, is it
not?"
Its no business of mine," he re-
piled, taking his cue from my sullen
manner. Il never interfere in family
matters. Peace and quietness is my
motto"
In less than ten minutes we arrived
in the cab at the sailors home. 1t
was situated in the most squalid part
of the East End of London, and heard
the sounds of music as I entered.
1--WE shall find her in the dancing
ROOM" said the detective, after ex-
changing few words with the land
lord. "An old woman answering to
your description comes here every
night, and sells nuts
l followed him into the room, where
number Of sailors were dancing, and
there, standing by the bar at which
men were drinking l saw my mother,
an old. old woman now, with a basket
of nuts on her arm.
Not considering what might be the
effects Of the sudden surprise upon her,
looked in her face.
Some nuts, my lad?" she said, in
thin, piping voice.
And without waiting for an answer,
she filed measure and held it out to
ME. l received the nuts in my can.
and gave her shilling. She pressed
her fingers over it, and put it to her
teeth.
"She is blind" whispered the detec-
tive
The shock of the news almost struck
Inc dumb; for her eyes were wide open
and seemed to be looking at me. But
alas! she was never more to see the
face OF the son whom she had loved
so truly and devotedly.
Give me measure, mother" said
a sailor.
She laughed in childish way as
she filed her measure again.
THE lads, bless them?" she piped.
know that | was a sailors wife and
sailors mother. Here, my lad.
Where's the gentleman who gave me
shilling? Bless you, my lad! you don't
| think l am rich enough to change,
| that?"
Keep it, mother" / said, in
rough, fearful voice.
mo, no, my lad" she replied. "You
mustn't be overfree with your money.
'Tis too much the way of sailors. that.
lis true I've had the good luck, more
than once, to sell out my basket to
| one man"
You shall do so now, mother Meas
ure them all out to me-"
The landlord, at sign from me-
gave me dish which stood on the bar.
| into which my mother poured all her
nuts measure by measure.
"Thirteen-pence, my lad" she said
| handed the nuts to the landlord
and gave my mother another penny.
The men would have crowded round
us, but that the detective. whispering
to them, kept them Off Good luck to
him." they said, and gave me and nv
mother many sympathizing look. But
one. less cautious than the others, cried
out, What! Amos Beecroft alive. |
knew him, and served with him in the
Indiana. Give us a grip of your hand,
mattel"
| | waved him back with a warning
gesture. My mother dropped her bas-
ket, and in a feeble, querulous tone
cried:
Who spoke of Amos Beecroft. my
son, being alive? He is dead, The
best of sons and the best of sailors.
He died doing his duty, as Beecroft.
Mariner, his father and my husband,
lads, did. oh, Amos! my son, my
son."
Mother l whispered, still disguis-
ing MY voice, will you listen to me