Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-28
The World Against Him By WILL N. HARBEN.
 Copyright. l9oo, by AN. Kellogg Newspaper Company.
CHAPTER TX.

 for an early business walk with one o1 his overseers, was the last to sit oo"n. Ard as he took his place at the head of the table he had the air of man anxious to be questioned. lie had picked up a piece of news
 We'll he began, with twinkllng eyes. 'it seems that Ronald Fanshaw was not spending h.s breath ano>rld- ing his horse to death for nothing.
 "So he reached the jail all right, did he?' inquired Mir. Hardy, as he put spoonful of whipped cream into his cof- fee.
 ."Ob, yes, he made that trip all right. but the news has just come from Nllkln Station, on the other side of the noun tain, that a negro has been arrested l who has already confessed to the crime of killing the old woman"
 ''So the boy was innocent, after a1!" cried Hardy.
 'sYes; the sheriff nabbed the wrong bird at the start, and if it had not been 1 for Fanshaw his body would have been 1 swinging at the sport of the wind this 1 morning.
 ! And a widowed mother would have i been without her son. put in Mrs. Lan- caster, with telling effect.
 1 "Fanshaw did only what any man would have don& who believed in the prisoners innocence,' said Capt. Win- kle, with an icy smile al one in par ! ticular.
 But Mrs. Lancaster was more than match for him. Its only what one man did do," she retorted.. Thereupon Wrinkle stirred his coffee in moody si- | lence
 II am sorry it was Ronald Fanshaw l who is to get all the credit" remarked Caroline Hasbrooke. coldly. Since he has taken up the study of law it looks as if he has a pretty good idea of his i'm | portance. Things are coming to pret- ty pass when such people as the Fan shaws get into the professions usually held by gentlemen"
 Don't kick against the bricks Git was a favorite expression of her fa- thers), "the common people have been rising into prominence since the birth of creation"
 And the better class has been degen- erating,' remarked MT. Hardy, with q slow smile. 'As far as am concerned I'd rather employ 3. -nan like Fanshav A~'A
 life. than some man with more ancestry
 and less individual force.' : "Bravo! bien dit." applauded Mrs
 Lancaster, and she rose to accompany
 Evelyn out on the lawn.
 The dew lay as heavy as raindrops or the grass and hung like sciutillatine gems from the gorgeous hollyhocks, th' t Indian chieftains. and the roses flaret : like pillows of red on the silvery green l sward of the Eloping terraces. Mrs f Lancaster was first. to break the silence : 'I need not tell you I'm glad that boy was innocent" she began. T am espe l cialiy glad because it emphasizes the | nobility of MT. Fanshaw's act. I am go ing to drive over to his house in the pony . cart this morning. I have something te i, say to him."
 g Evelyn raised her great eyes in aston . ishment, but she uttered no comment | Mrs. Lancaster's voice shook per :. cePtibly as she went on:
 Nothing has ever affected me st powerfully as all this has. Las
 night the impassioned fervor of hi
 voice while he was speaking dow1
 there brought back some of the ten
 derest and saddest recollections of my A young married life. It reminded m, v of a speech in favor of secession tha
 my husband made, just before tht
 war broke out. There seemed to b.
 a ring ir, Mir. Fanshaw's tones like my
 husbands. It may have been only
 my imagination, and the great dis >tance, but it drove me nearly wile
 with the old pain: And last nigh
 in thinking of MT. Fanshaw's danger
 it seemed to be my husband who wa
 in peril. Really, I did not sleep ';
 wink. I went to the window hun
 dred times I saw MT. Fanshaw re
 turning this morning, and then l drey
 my first easy breath. Oh, Evelyn!
 (Mrs. Lancaster was gazing into th
 girls eyes) what is the matter wit
 both of uso"
 Evelyn shook her head; her rich
 abundant hair glistening like thread
 of furnished gold in the sun.
 II know what's the matter with me,
 she said, with little laugh. II hop !. something else is wrong with you" t. Mrs. Lancaster sighed. When ge back from his house l may tell yo l. what am going for, but shall no
 row-no, shall not now y Mrs. Lancaster had several time
 taken short drives in the pony car1
 which was always at the Disposal o
 the guests of Carnleigh, and so, whe
 she ordered it out at ten o'clock, n 'e one. made any conment. As sh ;" drove up near the dilapidated dom: is cile of@the Fanshaws she began t l. shrink from her intentions. The plac t. certainly presented torn-down, fol bidding aspect In front, not twent Is yards from the porch, was decayin d rail fence and gate that sagged t n the easth. The roof of the porch wa a low and flat, danle and moss-grow1 d and on it lay some pieces of ragge d cast-of clothing on which two or thre le cats lay sleeping in the sun. The tw y sisters half lay, half sat on the porcl a. and Mrs. 3Fanshaw stood in the fron
 doorway, her dull gaze on the cal r. and its. inmate. The dogs spran d from under the house and ran bari . .. .a lf