Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1899-06-21

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of the old honse,the sound of girls
fresh, young voice, singing Loves Old
Sweet Song" reached his cars. Sud
denly the song ceased{ and Robert
Tenipleton knew the dreaded moment
had arrived knew that Harold Frank
lin had called for his (Templetons) s.
sanswer.Y 49, IeVn e2dai7 :.
He had promised to give it that very
night that very hour-and Franklin,
Iaan3io1s lover that lie was, had braTed
the inclemency of; that night to hear
that which meant either-life=long hap
,piress for him or aydreary drag sof
a"'stale, fatand improbable e"ezistenee
Templeton rose from his chair and
paced slowly about the room. s-z
The story he had to tell Harold
Franklin was Inevitable. How would
he receive that story? Would he, in
isrgteat love for Clarice, laugh the
deception to scorn; or would he heap
contumely upou'ithe narrator's head
apd leave the girl. who loved him. fes
ever? No, Danish the, latter thought!
Harold Franklin was true English
gentleman-n one of the soulless
creatures who sometimes pose as such
creatures of veneer and vapidity-
but man with q heart as sound as
one of the oaks of his native land;
man who valued his felloWscreatures
for their true mind-worth andgnetsole-
ly on accoun!s9fIg, Their their wealth OF the
worlds goods; yniIs.4o,-i IN
Half an hour passed, and, Templeton
was still pacing about his study, when
firm step approached, aud knock
sounded upon the door. Templeton
went across and threw it wide open.
His visitor was Harold franklin.
"And so you have come for my
answer, Harofd?" said thes architec:,
after their formal greeting.
eyes, sir" replied the young fellow,
with atquiek loGk "a he others faEuR
Tenpleton placed chair for
.xisitor-and- sat.dewnfaeingsshi shim:9:'. s
"But where is Clarice? 1t is nee L
.sary she, o,slfoald 4iaeas what Z h
to Say, "she said s SE ls
Clarice is acting tie good sam .'
'itanto apoor fellow IAmeEHon
road" said'Frauklin. "He was fa
with hunger, 50 J presumed to in
him fcgbite auAsapbs snsath your re :
Ma. TeppIeton. Fl ttustsmy presu
tion did not overstep the bounds
my acquaintfapceship with your
L.L.,, Y itA tsi ~ >~~'
''You did perfectly right, Harol 4
iuterposed the elder man. g
Clarice, yoq say, is attending to
poor fellow; with, her own hands?'
eyes, sir; she preferred to do so.
q A few minutes later Clarice TEN
ton entered the room, and both
male occupants were surprised to 81 +
her eyes were fearful. ''You /
been weeping, child?' said her fail s
as she sank down on The has ;oc..
his side.
eyes" she said softly; ''it
something that poor man did AMI
when he was bidding lme good nj
and thanking me for the food I 2s
s ROB Robert STsapisto3 aaAa aaAas Moo 4a 4
engrossed with his own though
re reply to what ClaFice was saying.
"tMyf child, ,'5he sqid,y after shoFr
pause, SIT is only right that you
should Lear.what am now about to
says 1T is Eouty right that Hs man
who desires toahakc you hisswife, and
Who ishereS tonight for} my ! answer,
should know your history and min e. -
The young lovers gazed wondering
Fly upon, the speaker, and their hands
sought each others ipstinctiyelys
'EHistory, sir! I scarcely under
stapdyou. saitlEFranklin. s'l know
already thatzyou. the most illustribus
architect of the time, were,s in your
Younger days. fur poorer than you
now are. Have you not told me often
that your early struggles were franghs
with privatiou? Your history, sir, is
one that rebounds to. your credits'"
{ fqldo!notH refer to the struggle: of
my youth, Harold; it is something
else--something which concerns Cler-
ice. 1t is this, Clarice, is not my
ughter!tts j. III
The words were spoken at last.
''Not your daughter?" whispered
the girl, her face blanching deathly
pale.
r tsSit downyagainsny child, and listen
to my story. 1t IS en- old story-a
common theme for novelists,T ,Tdbut true
in my case: -.--.,,.-...-..-,-.u,,......
''Two brothers fell in love with one