The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1899-06-30
CHANGE OF HEART.

On bitter colq winter Iers and
N Don keepers of this city h
been fined by the Internal Il
enue officials for violations of
revenue laws. The fines "
made light on account of the f
that the violations were in nea
ali cases unintentional and w
moi with any intent to evade
tax or the law.
lsat in his darkening library;
i -dreght dancing upon the carpet
Id walls threw weird shadows over
he wGinkled old face; it seemed to
N to MIN: Il am merry and happy.
. Ae your"
Mlle had lived in this same handsome.
I'd mansion as long as he could re-
member; his father had lived there be-
iore him. Of his mother he had a bare
fecOlection; he recalled tall, graceful
N6y moving about these rooms. When
a. little child, he was sent away to
NhOOl because his noisy play disturb
Cd his father; she had held him in her
mms, and kissed him good-by. When
he was brought back there was Grape
o. the door; his mother was dead, they
had told him.
When followed a dozen years Of dull
IouLne. A tutor to attend to his men
AZ growths, housekeeper to look af-
"a his physical wants, father to sup
~ his purse, but no one to love him,
M to sympathize with the eager de-
sfes and hopes of his boyhood. Re-
Messed, unloved, at % Jacob Grim
Hrsby had found himself possessed of
aihandsome fortune, and alone.
PIE was 40 years old, when all at once
Mseemed to him he began to live; he
new the moment he saw Helen Nor
rBon that she was the one woman in
ING world for him. From that hour
hls skies had changed; all things were
WSe-colored. He loved her-he wooed
her-he won her-within a year she
vas his wife, his happy, gentle wife.
4Old Mr.. Grimmersby unconsciously
armed, and looked toward the door;
his thoughts of her were so vivid he
almost imagined he heard her light
FOOTBALL on the floor.
If you could have peeped then, as the
freight did, you would have beheld
what few living persons had ever seen
Jacob Grimmersby's smiling face.
But the smile faded, his features
we're once more hard and stern; the
Nslon of those two brief years of hap
pIess had fled, and in their place came
fe memory of the day when his wife
ES taken from him. He saw again
Ne cold, pale face; he heard once more
&c hn
from the room; and now, as then,
be said, in his heart, that God had been
I Hry cruel to him.
+ You might have thought that pity for
rs own unhappy childhood would have
maze him try to brighten his sons life,
VI no. His wifes death embittered
Nm, and made him, if possible, a cold
q, harsher man than he had ever been.
Vie rose, and walking across the
Dom, looked out into the now fast
| pthering gloom. Some boys were go
mg by the gate with their sleds; he
quo hear their merry voices, as they
liked and laughed together.
~ was long since a child's laugh had
9hoed through his house. There was
time when he had heard it, but it
vas always in the nursery or school
ioom; the boy had early learned that
as father wished him to be quiet
Wien in his presence; the childish sec
RtS and boyish schemes had all been
whispered to the goOd-natured house
maids; he was never told, but he soon
Rt that his father cared nothing for
Nm.
Only once had Jacob Grimmersby
mtuTe; that was when Richard had
Gown to be a man, and his father saw
to select a wife for him. But his
Un had other plans, and refusing to
@urt the heiress his father had selected
q lis choice of a daughter-in-law.
Achard had been disowned, and turn
g adrift. He married the woman he
nved, took her to a distant town, and
ney began life for themselves.
It was over nine years ago that Rich
Va had gone away, on night very like
pis one, by the way, only not so cold.
/ 4ut Jacob Grimmersby had never seen
rs son again; year since he had re-
fyed notice of Richards death, and
pa was all. For those nine years he
nad lived alone, save for the old SER
Rnts. unloving and unloved. How
much longer would it be?" he some
Zines asked; as for himself he cared
vi how soon the end came.
The old man turned back into the
pom; once more he stretched himself
y his easy-chair. For some time he
r. tracing imaginary pictures in the
lowing Goals; myriads of fiery sparks,
Scaped from the iron bars that had
Rld them, fled trlumphantly up the
plmney. He became warm and
Fowsy. Presently his head dropped
pom his breast, and he slept-slept
20 dreamed of Richard. Dreamed of
IN as a child again; the boy stood at
rs fathers knee, and he was kind to
Mm-a pleasant dteam.
How long he dczed he never knew.
shrill scream and the jangling Of
Rgh-bells woke aim; then a confus-
"a of voices. The sounds were COM
70 nearer-coming up the driveway
p his door. He hurried to the window
Fl ID looked out. What was it those
Pm were carrying so carefully be-
Feen them? 1t looked like a child's
I'm. They were at the steps now;
next moment the bell rang furious.
angrily, as if indignant that its long
ence should be so rudely broken.
L. servant came hurrying down the
~; she and her master met at the
N1prway.
open the door quickly; someone has
en hurt, think" he said.
mother moment and the men stood
the hall with their light burden. A
70 boy, perhaps 5 years old, white
motionless and bleeding from a
Nund In his forehead. 1.-THE child
struck nv n naSSinp eleiph - woc