Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-03-31

DRY Partan for another. a hundred tail ships
scuttled and burned upon the high seas.
pIungings from slippery plank ends poor
Jim Pembury ana the lads Of the Cora
mantee. some thousand boys dropping one
by one in plantation canebrakes-these and
much more. And now SIR Phflfp chonsees 10
be nice about a pulling woman and a pair
OF youths as little distinguished from the
others as the acorns Of one tree
saul, said Janet Mark. as If trying 20
touch him, ''one OF them is his son and
loves our daughter
If she spoke The word with the intent II
exciting pity, II was i'll judged. He only
| short. cracking laugh
All. love Janet-'love, 1t is a great
word And who knows its meaning IN not
you? You loved met You told me so. You
remember. "nce on a day Sir Phili, thern
orce loved his father. He loved his vyifa
anc swore it al the altar. His brother John
| loved him. Then by a twist of The sand
| glass all is changed. You nv Iady loved
fhiiip. You mated me. Philip hated his
l&thes' his wife. his child. Only l. poor
saul, DO not change. l love YOU as much
now as ever And will help you all to OBJ
tain that which your heart desires"
" illaln," cried Janet: you. not he
killed Philip Stansfield's father You eggsd
nm TO speak the words which condemned
| your hand struck the blow
Looking past the lintei OF the arhor door
Anna could see Capt. StanSiaId lit his arm,
| ana lay his palm upon the woman's wrist
|
| Saul went on "'N
Hear me out-at least for old sake's
sax We We're speaking OF love, wcra we
hot! ! give the sandgiass another turn The
mad been lingering one which stood ,,a m.
taoiel' and what do l So? Still this low,
fhlilp loves his wife. You my ,l.a- wife
| love Don Nicholas anl-your rel-aud-gn,d
| each. My daughter loves PhlIin S,apsfi,ld
| the second Again 1 am tb. o1,,y fsi,bf,,i
one alone love you all. and make my dis
| positions without consi le.fng the turnirg
OF hour-giasses and the chameleon called
! love eternal, -
Then Philip StanstieId spoke
:, Say mat which you have TO say. Saul
Marx What do you wish us to DO? BY the
sih nave sinned, by the blood | haze he'd
There is enough on my hands, whether HAT
| OF a father or MOI, l am bound to this man
| as men bind their souls TO the devil
odul Marx bowed smiling acknowleis-
ment OF the comparison.
You do ME too great honor Cir ,pt,Yi.,
we made bargain. you and L Tar 81
| nuch you gave so much Did not Won ,s
| ceiTe that which you bargained forP Am |
! gain hoIds?-' %
Say plainly that which YOU desire sauI
marx cried Capt StansfieId. YEARLY. II
! am in no mood to handy words. As tn l,our
| main contention, God knows | dem On
| not ' ''u
My desire say you" answered SAM
with a curl of his lip Well, TO b. plain, /
am tired of all this. I will no Iorver he =,
| pirate. privateer. conquistador | womb 90
nome to that which is mine | would settle
u"Wl at New Milns. live decently and
creamy. huzza for the king on tim
day' hob-nob with the parSon of Sundays
squeeze mphray Spurway-and in a wrrd
olr fhlllp. do all the things which the little
matter OF the blue room and several others
preEent you from going home to do
mere are obstacles said Cant Stans-
heid' quietly The law-my brother Holm
VINO Will Yield nothing easily-my SON
stop. said Saul: I'VE will only consider
,ne last, II You please. As for the LAWYER
JOCK tine name is your own. | hold him in
tne hollow of my hand. even as [ hold bis
eieSr prother. His practice and character
IN Edinburgh arc such that he dares nor
quarrel with me. But your SON saw youp
NOW, | will not insult a man of sense b,,
scpposlns that as father You can haNa
/ any aHecuon for such son. You were ma
! SUCKER Philip, VIXEN Your own tatbcr
VINO gave you all. stood in your t.afl Tbi.
Coy Is altogether too puny gnat ID STRAIN
on now He is in my way ] tell Won Tn
threatens TO be more in my way He has
lacuity' common to cats and other Seek ami
hthIs' OF landing on ais feet. And when T
am settled at New Mins and lieutenant Of
Ihe Shlre, want 10 long-lost heirs coming
knocking upon my front door. We m1Sf
put mat beyond doubt. Plainly PniIin
otahsneld the elder, you cannot 90 back IN
ciain your heritage. Philip the younp..r
shall notr' S"ui'S'f
W hat-would you murder the iouoc,.ot
lad?" cried Janet Mark.
Go be continuedl