The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1900-03-03

hardly gone when the trustees ap-
peared, as full of curiosity as the office
boy. They were handled almost as
roughly, however, and quickly subsidized
to the business in hand.
DR.. Borden had hurried to Judge Rus
sell with the official news, and the two
had notified the trustees, only to find
that Raymond, too, had discovered the
facts and had been there before them.
He had withdrawn his claim and ap-
piled for the $4,000 under the terms of
the will.
| 1t was easily arranged for them to
retain their charge of the property for
another year, as Stanton briefly in
formed them that he should be away.
They left with much better feelings
toward the young lawyer than they
had possessed for years, for charity and
John Olmstead's millions were old as
sociates.
1t was late in tile evening when Stan
ton returned to his home>for the first
time, in two days that seemed longer
than a lifetime.
DR.. Borden had been zealously spread
ing the news Of the marriage, as any
one but Stanton would have antici-
pated. The card table at the door was
covered with congratulations and in
quiries. The good doctor had made
an earnest search for information con-
corning Esther Thorndike, too, and,
finding her one of the best unknown
individuals in all Brooklyn, he had left
note for Stanton ominously request
ing a call from him at his earliest con-
venience.
Thus everything warned the poor fell
low of the increasing horrors he must
face. He reached his home longing for
nothing so much as rest, but in less
than an hour he was on his way to a
hotel in New York, having left instruc-
tons with Sam and his wife to pack
for him such things as would be neces-
sary for journey and forward them to
his office, then to discharge the servants,
of it till his return.
The dearest associations of his life
still chung as tenderly as ever to the
grand old-fashioned mansion, but it had
suddenly lost all sense of home. A new
longing had taken possession of him,
filling the great house with emptiness,
in spite of logic to the contrary. He
could not solve it, and only realized that
it drove him, disappointed and desper-
ate, from everything that had satisfied
him; while every expression of that
longing centered in thoughts of the
yelled face, the music of that voice and
the touch of that warm, soft hand, with
its diamond set in pearls.
These new thoughts brought no COM
fort, however, for they always came
to the same CONCLUSIONS shuddering
realization of the chains of the condi-
ton which bound him, never to recog.
nize or communicate with his wife.
With all the rest, his office and profes.
sion became intolerable. The sooner
he could abandon them and get away
the better. He secured the services OF
young friend in the profession to oc.
cupy his office; and to enable him to
forward any mail he hastily prepared
an itinerary for journey of one year.
bringing it to close then simply be.
cause he had agreed to meet the re.
porter in that office on the 18th of DE.
cember, 1898. At the time he could not
realize that the hour would ever come
when he should wish of himself to re-
turn.
Many time he found cause for graft
tude to that cold list of dates and places,