Cañon City record., 1902-07-24
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INHERITANCE
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Clinton Dan, field
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ceased, and TO John Ringwood, stand.
ing before him. it seemed that the
whole world was suddenly enyclopcd
in Il mist Of red shame. When Ring
wood spJie. his accents were curiously
| quiet and constrained. for was he not
addressing Molly's father?
And So" he said, wondering vague
| ly if he were the same John RingwoOd
who ten minutes ago had asked so
| hopefully for the girls hdud-'Hnd so,
sir. this is your objection to me--be-
cause my father was a-a-cC vard'--
the word came out with IL gasping
sound-"you think must be one also!'
Blood tells" returned Henry Nor
ris hoarsely. But remember. lad.
would never have forced this painful
knowledge of mine on you if you had
not compelled me to say why ! could
not trust my girl to You. Your father $
shame. known only to you and me.
would have slept with him +! . his grave
but-you would know
THAT will do" said Riugwood thick
ly. 81 am my fathers son. as you say.
There Is no chance here or | might
prove to you that God does not always
make us mere copies of those who 20
before. But that Is idle. There is one
thing-when am gone tell Molly that
loved her. that asked for her hand, but
that there was IA barrier between
us. She sh"'l rNt think | was making
>,nn'n.r love rS h"r. Slc sail not hate
rlp tpr taIt.''
VERY we'll" said the elder man grim
hn ha f,1
would interest herself in the first good
looking stranger thrown at my gates
by broken ankle would have taken
preventive measures long ago"
Il will take the stage tomorrow"
pursued Ringwood. Until then ! must
trespass on your hospitality"
And welcome" said Morris heartily
You've met what I said like a man
Here's my hand"
is that necessary" returned the 9th
er briefly. You may as well avoid con
tamina ton when you have condemned
another into hereditary leprosy."
Norris left the taunr unanswered,
and Just then the library door swung
open. and curly haired boy Of six
teen pushed in witk spoiled freedom.
ranch" he said pettishly. "Whcn's
Markham and Molly coming homer
Your brother said he would bring
your sister home by 8 O'clock" return
ed Morris.
"Grucious! l hope lie WILL" said the
boy. but she snid they might cut
across TO Denham's. She wanted to
see old Aunt Hannah or some such
nonsense. l told her she WAS going
after one OF Hannah's love charms.
and she turned as red as you please"
"Try 10 talk sense said his father
irritably, and I,ingwood crossed TO the
west window and stood watching The
sunset fires die to an ashen gray.
$50 rose the fire OF my hopes" he
thought. Like this. II died in bitter
ashes-hung to my fathers level! The
son. o God. Of-a coward"'
Eight o'clock came. but neither the
elder son nor Molly Morris had return
ed. At o a negro groom brought u note
saying they would sleep that night at
the Drunams', some fifteen miles away.
A thrill half anguish. half relief. shot
through RingwOod. Best. indeed. that
they should never meet again. He
would take the stage early next morn
Ing.
Then on the heels OF the negro stun
bled in Lee Hung. the cook. who had
been GIanted an afternoon OF. Rlanch-
cd to the palest Of yellOws. h" STAN
mercd out a tale In his almost incom-
prchcnsihle lingo which, translated.
ran as follows:
Coming home on foot, he was aware
of a tiuy fire at the foot OF Sewers
canyon. Inspired by ancestral deities.
he had crcpt up to overhear the stran-
gers converse Developed they had
learned Of Markham Morris deposit
that day with the express agent at Ra-
venshOod that they resolved that this
money would circulate better at home
and had shot the unfortunate express
agent through his window. dead men
being prOverbially close mouthcd; had
seized the packet, which waited the
midnight express, and now only tar
rted the rising OF the moon.
Young Morris went white with rage
and despair. That package stood be-
tween his family and financial ruin.
His eyes flashed.
"Of course we'll get it back. dad. at
once"
yes, lad. Lee Hung, how many
men were there
"AIlee samee fingers one hand - nc
thumb"
-Four. I'm sorry your brother isn't
here, Stanley. You are bit young for
such work. The foot of Sewer canyon.
Let's see; we can be on them in half
an hour"
Take the short cut through the can.
yon, dad and we can be at 'em in
twenty-five minutes"
mo" said his father decisiyely. "To