The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-12-21
/ had to be dragged at its heels. Yet

stein. he built me up, bone by bone,
and was not content until he had made
gigantic monster and had breathed
into my bony breast the breath Of life.
Then, in order that l might not afllict
his sight, he slowed me away in that
closet. Suppose / became the instru-
ment of his own undoing Is it not true
that he was nevertheless the author Of
his own downfallY"
"Your logic seems to be as merciless
as it is correct, answered Gordon.
with knitted brows. "Still, there are
some points relating to your history on
which my mind is tritle obscure.
What possessed my father to call into
being creature of your dsagreeable
charactery'
1.-THE almighty dollar, young man.
He created me in order that you might
inherit little more wealth. He did
not think, then, how l should one day
sit astride his shoulders like an Old Man
of the Sea, nor did he think that it was
possible for me to afilict his son. For
Obvious reasons, my relations with you
are not so intimate as they were with
your worthy father l was evolved out
of the wheat pit of the board of trade.
Your father was bull, and he merci-
lessly gored both life and fortune out of
certain bear who was not nimble
enough to get ont of his way"
"And who was this bear9" asked
Gordon.
"A man named Hepburn
Amy Hepburn : father?" murmured
the young man, rubbing his hand across
his brow in an effort to remember.
"Yes. Hepburn lost every penny he
had in the world through that disas-
trous wheat deal He was forced into
bankruptcy and unable to bearthe dis
grace, took his own life. His money
went to increase the store your father
left you, my boy, and it is now possible
for you to live in luxury while Hep
burns wife and children must struggle
on as best they can. However" and
the skeleton got up and started back to
its closet "it is not for me to moralize
Now that I've caught myself deliver
ing IA homily, I'll just take my depart
ure. An revoir, my dear fellow!'
Hating at the closet door, the skele-
ton waved i@ adicu and disappeared
within. Gordon sat in his chair, deep
in thought, while his cigar burned it
self out between his fingers.
AT last he got up and shook his broad
shoulders as though freeing himself Of
disagreeable burden.
Society has dared me, he mutter
ed, "but | know my heart now, and
III do rs pleased"
After Harry Gordon and Amy Hep
burn had been married and had re-
turned from their honeymoon Harry
brought his bride mp stairs to his old
bachelor S den and seated her in chair.
"My dear" he said, Il have CON
fession to make to you. My father once
did your father a grievous wrong, and /
have made myself the happiost fellow
in the world by undoing it. However,
as we are not to have. any secrets from
each other, you must know about this. "
A look of astonishment came into
Amy's blue eyes as she watched her
husband proceed to the closet, throw
open the door and go rummaging about
inside
"What in the world are you looking
for, Harry?" she asked as he returned
to her side.
"In looking for something that does
not seem to be there-the Gordon fam
ily skeleton, Amy. For the first time in
Is years it is not to be found in that
closet. "
Just then a clanking tread was heard
in the hallway without the door was
pushed slowly ajar and the skeleton
limped in, supporting itself on a crutch
and looking very much the worse for
wear.
There it isr' cried Gordon. whats
the matter with you, old chap? Here,
sit down. / want to make you acquaint-
oil with my wife"
HE family skeleton dropped into a
chair and shook until it ratified like a
score of Castanets.
I'm done for, " it groaned. you've
fixed me, young man. Just dropped in
to say goodby forever.s But don't intro
duce me to your wife We've met be-
fore
"That's so, Harry" said Amy. II
know all about this family skeleton of
yours. Don't let it worry you, my
DEAR" and she threw her soft arms
about his neck. "Let the dead past bury
its dead If we are happy, isn't that
enough? ?"
Enough, yes!'' And he pressed n
rapturons kiss upon her fair cheek.
That kiss pronounced the doom of the
Gordon family skeleton. Forthwith it
began to fade into thin air. finally van
ishing and leaving not wrack behind.
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