The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-10-28
CHAPTER XVII.

As Mr.. Dysart takes his way slowly
around the house, the sound of running
footsteps coming toward him from 4
side walk attracts his attention. 1t is
Crunch, wild-eyed, haggard, her thin
gray locks, unbound through her unusual
haste. flying ut each side of her lean, for
bidding face.
More haste, worse speed" says he.
sarcastically. rs the house afire, or my
precious neces dead, that you rush upon
me with such indccorous abandonI'
Hush" says she, stcrnly, with a
glance behind her, this is no time for
words like those. Think only of this,
Dysart," pausing and painting for breath,
that | have seen ghost"
The old man laughs.
BE SILENT Kisses the woman savage
u; cease your gibes, | tell you. The
ghost | have seen isis"
My worthy father, for example" sug
gests he, with sneer. NO? We'll,
come, who. them
Michael Sedley" The words fall from
her as though they burn her lips in pass
ing.
The sneer dies from Mr.. Dysart's lips:
4 dark flush suffuses his face, turning it
lace
presently beneath the ashcn hue that
makes him look like Il corpse-a corpse
with eyes OF fret He staggers back
against tree, and his hands catch con.
vulsiyely at the bark of it.
'Iou are mad, woman he says, in a
terrible voice
''Ay, may be. SO say Mad l am.
if it was his ghost | saw. But If I saw
I i'm; -, 81 A.
sane. Well" with growing excitement,
shall ii be mad or saDeF"
Mad. mad, mad.' shricks he. fr,riolis-
". "All my life you have been my bane
my curse, and now, now what is this
news you would tell me? Sedley. Why.
he is dead, woman-dcad. | tell Won,
Where have you seen, him? Speak, |
/ command you" cries he. Selling her arm
| and shaking her violently
! ION the avenue. | was there watching
/ Miss GriSelda. rs you told me to. lest She
/ should 20 into the woods again, when he
came slowly toward me through the
| trees proving about. He's changed
| he's gone to bone deal but I'd know
him still among a thousand. Ay. and
/ you'll know him. too"
| 1t is characteristic of the iron nature
4
/ cringings to a misery fear-that as h.
| enters the presence Of the one creature
/ whom on earth he breads. he docs -
1 with 4 calm visage and one expression
! less. His step is slow, methodicai as
usual: his face, gray in its pallor 4 very
( mask. His brilliant eyes alone hctray
/ the keen life that still fingers in the
/ Saunt old frame. and they look through
aud through the unwelcome visitor with
an unhlinking gaze.
! " on. he says, softly, nay smilingIy
/ extending a graceful hand, with a good
+ deal of languid Indifference
lust that" says Sedley. in a tone 50
/ loud and common as to contrast painfully
/ with the polished accent that had gone
| before. Years since we met. mate"
Many" says Mr.. Dysart. sinking care.
/ fully into Il rickety old chair near him
| And Yet il seems like yesterday-that
we parted
Take it like that, it shows what a
/ dowuy nest you've been lyin' ill.," saws
! the large. CORRESPONDING man. with {
! distinctly agCrieved air. There's the in.
! justice of il. You've as much right tC
this place as | have. when ais told. And
/ II | can't get my SHARE"
tNi-- bitdlLSS VT. I'NS3rt. SOFTLY
! lifting one hand. "And-weli, 81 You
have come back? Pining for the old
country, eh:"
10 look YOU mp" doggedly. ITO sec
whether you were in the grave or out
| OF it, partner"
Partner" repeats Dysart, as if il
gentle Interrogation.
In crime" roughly. as if angered hy
the others tone. That's what they
cali ii. Dysart, at the Old Bailey OF
( whatever court it might come before I'm
not particular"
'No-no. assents Mr.. Dysart. with
gentle cnCoura cement.
Il never blamed you. mind you that
lSGt lawyers a worriting sort o var
Ulint. \ man should stick 10 his word.
SCI /. and when the old gov-ner refused
/ u stick to his. after all his promises 10
voE. why, If you kept him 10 it. in spite
/ f him, when he had no longer power
20 kick-weN. who's to say you were
wrong. Ell 2"
e ora are very good: very-suStaining. =
avs Mr.. DySart, slowly. His tone is.
l."rhapS. little fainter.
'Ay. that's What | am tn them as
stands by me. And you and | are in the
49, A@~- Dysart; never lose sight a