The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-03
CHAPTER xlx.-Continued.

Sun in your eyes?" asked Heating,
lifting his hat, so as to shield the others
face.
Yes"
When he looked again, both figures
were gone. He made up his mind that he
would think of the only other person who
could absorb his attention, at least for a
time; very soon he would stand face to
face with the six feet Of Drawn and In
telligence and manhood that was young
Fisbee.
You are sure he is there?" he asked
Tom Martin.
Yes" answered Martin, with no need
to inquire whom the editor meant Il
reckon" he continued, solemnly, peering
at the other from under his rusty hat
brim, II reckon when you see him, may
be you'll want to put a kind Of codicil
to that deed to the Herald
"How's that, Martini"
why, I guess maybe you'll-well, walt
till you see him."
IT don't want to wait much longer,
when I remember what I owe him and
how I have used him, and that 1 have
been here nearly three hours without see
ing him."
AS they neared the brick house Hank
less made out, through the trees, a re-
treative flutter of skirts on the porch,
and the thought crossed his mind that
Minnie had flown indoors to give some
final directions toward the preparation
of the banquet; but when the barouche
. halted at the gate, he was surprised to
see her waving to him from the steps,
while Tom Meredith and Mr.. Bence and
Mr. Boswell formed little court around
her. Lige Wietts rode up on horseback
at the same moment, and the judge was
waiting In front Of the gate. Harkless
stepped out of the barouche and took
his hand
Il was told young Fisbee was here
Young Fisbee Is here, said the judge.
Where, please, Briscoe?"
Want to see him right OFF,
II do, very much.'
you'll withdraw his discharge, T ex
pect, now?"
"Ah!" exclaimed the other. II want to
make him a present of the Herald if he'll
take It," He turned to Meredith, who
had come to the gate TON, where Is
he?"
Meredith put his hand on his friends
shoulder, and answered: II don't know
God bless you, old fellow!'
1.-The truth is" said the Judge, as they
entered the gate, that when you drove
up young Fisbee ran into the house.
Minnie" He turned, but his daughter
had Disappeared; however, she came to
the door, a moment later, and shook her
head mysteriously 1T her father
MOT in the house, she said.
Mr.. Fisbee came around the corner Of
the porch and went toward Harkless.
"Ftsbee," cried the latter, where is your
nephew"
The old man took his hand in both his
own. and looked him between the eyes,
and thus stood, while there was a long
pause. the others watching them.
You must not say that I told you,'
he said at last go into the garden
But when Harkless' step crunched the
garden path there was no one there. AS
ters were blooming In beds between the
green rose bushes, and Eheir many fin
gered hands were flung open in wide sur
prise that he should expect to find young
Fisbee there. 1t was just before sunset.
Birds were gossiping in the sycamores on
the bank. At the foot of the garden, near
the creek, there were some tall hydrangea
bushes, fowerladen and, beyond them,
one broad shaft Of the sun smote the
creek bends for mile in that fiat land
and crossed the garden like bright, taut-
drawn veil. Harkless passed the bushes
and stepped out into this gold brilliance.
Then he uttered a cry and stopped.
Helen was standing beside the hydran-
geas, with both hands against her cheeks
and her eyes fixed on the ground. She
had run away as far as she could run;
there were high fences extending down
to the creek on each side, and water was
beyond.
you" he said. "You-you!'
She did not lift her eyes, but began to
move away from him with little backward
steps. When she reached the bench on
the bank, she spoke with a quick intake
Of breath and in voice he scarcely heard
1t was the merest whisper, and her words
came so slowly that sometimes minutes
separated them.
Herald?"
Keep you--'
will you-let me-help?"
He came near her. It don't understand
Is 1t you-you-who are here again?'
Have you-forgiven me? You know
now why wouldn't resign? You forgiv,
my-that telegram?''
What telegram?'
THE one that came to youths morn
ing"
Your telegram"
yes"
did you send me one?"
"Yes"
ut did not come to me-"
Yes-it did,
But there What was it about?"
1T was signed" she said, lit wa
signed" She paused and turned hal
way, not lifting the downcast lashes; he
hand, laid upon the arm Of the bench
vas shaking: she put it behind her. The1
her eyes We're lifted a little, and
though they did not meet his, he say
them, and a strange, frightened glor,
leaped IN his heart. Her voice fell still
lower and two heavy tears rolled dow
her cheeks. 1T was signed" she whis
pered, ut was signed-H. Ftsbee"
He began to t1enble from head to foot
There was a long silence. She ha,
turned quite away from him. When h
spoke his voice was as low as hers, an,
he spoke as slowly as she had.
You mean-then-it was-you?"
YES"
"You!'
Eyes"
And you have been here all the time :?
"All-au except the week you were
hurt and that-that one evening"
The bright veil which wrapped Their
was drawn away, and they stood in tn
silent, gathering dusk.
He tried to loosen his neck band:
seemed to be choking him. II can't
I don't comprehend it. I am trying t
realize what it"
1T means nothing" she answered.
There was an editorial yesterday" h
said, IAN editorial that I thought wa
about Rodney McCune. Did you writ
tt?'
YES"