The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1900-01-04
CHAPTER IN.

1Nc EuCSis anu IutniIN NJ tnInltlpn
usually came down TO breakfast ire GU
larly, but this morning by eight o'clocl,
they were all ai the table. including
Evelyn. The colonel. who had been out
for an carly business walk with one OF
his ovcrsccrs, was the last TO sit down.
And rs lie took his place Mt the head
Of the Ia Ilc he had the air of u man
anxious to be questioned. lie had
picked up u piece OF news.
Well" he began. with twinkling
eyes, lit seems ;hat Ronald Faushaw
was not spending his breath arG>rid-
ing his boruc to death for nothing"
so he reached the Jail all right. did
hc?" inquired Mr.. Hardy, Us he pu, u
spoonful of whipped cream into his cof-
fee.
"Oh. yes, he made that trip all right.
but the news has just come from Wilkin
Station. on the other side Of the noun
tain, that q negro has been arrested
who has already confessed To the crime
OF killing the old woman"
$50 the boy was innocent, after ail!'
cried Hardy.
Yes: the sheriff nabbed the wrong
bird at the start, and If IL had not been
for Fan haw his body would have been
swinging at the sport of the wind this
morning."
"And n widowed mother would have
been without her son." put in Mrs. Lam
caster, with telling effect.
"Farshaw did only what any man
would have done who believed in the
prisoners innocence" said Capt. Win
kle, with an icy smile at no one in par
;icular.
But Mrs. Lancaster was more than n
match for him. Its only what one
man did do," she rctortcd. Thercupon
Wrinkle stirred his coffee in moody 81.
lencc.
III am sorry i, was Ronald Fanshaw
Caroline Ilasbrooke, coldly. "Since he
has taken up the study Of law II looks as
IL he has u pretty good idea of his i'm.
portancc. Things are coming to prei.
~ pass when such people MS the Fan
shaws get into the professions usually
held by gentlemen"
Don't kick against the pricks" Gi
was n faNoritc expression of her ia.
thcr'sj. "the common people have been
rising into prominence since the birth
of creation"
And the better class has been dcgcn.
Grating" remarked Mr.. Hardy, with u
slow smile. ''is far as am concerned,
Ill ,f,,t,l.x. II, L.,
tn defend me, IL ! were on trial for my
life. than come man with more ancestry
and less Individual force"
"Irnvo. bicn dit" applaudcd Mrs.
Lancaster, and she rose to accompany
Evelyn GU: on the lawn.
The dew lay as heavy ns raindrops on
the grass and hung like scintillaiing
gems from The gorgeous holly hooks, the
Indian chiefiains. and the roses Jared
like billows Of red on the silvery green.
sward OF the sloping terraces. Mrs.
Lancaster was first To break the silcrrr.
81 need not tell you I'm glad iha, hoy
was innocent" she began. IL am esp,
cially glad because IL emphasizes the
nobility of Mr.. Fanshnw's + act. lam go.
ing 10 drive over 10 his house in the pony
cart this morning. have something to
say to him."
Evelyn raised her great eyes In aston.
ishmcnt, but she uttered no comment.
Mrs. Lancnstcr's voice shook per-
ccptibly as she went on:
Nothing has ever affected me 20
powerfully as all this has. Last
night the impas stoned fcrvor OF his
voice while he was speaking down
there brought back some of the ten.
dcrest and saddcst rccollcctions of my
young married life. II reminded me
Of speech In favor Of secession that
my husband made, just before the
war broke out. There seemed to be
a ring in Mr.. Fanshaw's tones like my
husbands. IL may have been only
my imagination, and the great dis
tanee, but il drove me nearly wild
with the old pain. And last nigh,
In thinking OF Mr.. Fanshaw's danger
IL seemed 10 be my husband who was
in peril. Really, ! did not sleep u
wink. I went TO the window hum
drcd times. l saw Mr.. Fanshaw re-
turning this morning, and then drew
my first easy breath. oh, Evelyn"
(Mrs. Lancaster was gazing into the
girls eyes) "what is the matter with
both OF us?''
Evelyn shook her head; her rich,
abundant hair glistcning like threads
OF FURNISHED gold In the sun.
III know what's the matter with me"