The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1902-05-01

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80 - ave his llls ~ ooun - uo1or
one word In HE own defense-lh ~
tAsrs was no@hiAg 70 ~ aid- - We
guilty; he would not add tlssus q
lies to his other enormitisa. nor would
he stoop 70 low - to try and throw
his sins onto innocent shoulder.
IL was terrible being taken througA
the streets TO prison, tsrrible seand-
Ing II the dock, terrible to hear he
counsel plead for him. tell Of the sud-
- temptation, and 70 hear hinDen
|seadsnAsd 90 Ave years' psnal seEvi-
hut most dreadful Of N wss Il 70
- Violet. his wite-with ~ pallsr
II Aeath ON her bsAutifnl taca, ,and 70
Aear her sweet AfB murmur:
~ was only you ! wanted, GsoR.
dsar-not luxury, not wealth. not .
grand house and jswslry. II I had
wanted them. / should have married
Mr.. Watson, the millionaire, who
asked mo . week before you did; II
10 the knowledge that you did Il for
my sake that is killing me-"
"Come in" -4... tf
The words were uttered drowsily as
Geoffrey Grey opened his eyes and
saw his wife standing by his side.
''There is a knock at the front
door, Geoff, darling," she whispered.
hurriedly; 'it is Mr.. Sharp. Geoh-
my sweetheart-my husband. there is
still time to draw back; but fear the
crisis really is here-your sleep has
been troubled-you have muttered
such strange things, Geoff. I went up
to my bedroom, and I knelt down
and prayed to God that you might be
kept from sin, and that tho craze for
speculation might burn itself out"
He was wide awake then-witie,
wide awake, and he looked from the
sweet, anxious face of his wife to the
crafty, crocodile smile of his evil
genius, as Mr.. Sharp began his apol-
ogy. for being so late.
"Was kept in the city-very sorry.
really couldn't help myself. You will
excuse me, I'm sure, Mrs. Grey, for
taking your husband out tonight, but
we have most important business to
transact together"
Violet's breath came quick and
hard; she did not speak. although her
lips moved, but she kept her eyes on
her husbands face and set up one
last prayer for help-help that no hu-
man being could give her.
Geoffrey's hand wandered mechan.
ically to his. breast-pocket, where
there was a thick, soft packet or roll
of paper-bank notes paid to him
that afternoon after Office hours;
notes belonging to Mr.. Mason. his en-
ployer; notes that Sharp knew he ex-
pected to receive that day, and had
wrung a promise from him should be
entrusted to him to put on "a dead
certainty"
I'm very sorry, Sharp" said Geof-
frey, slowly; "but our little business
is off, now and forever. I've done
with specializing. 1t costs too much.
I can't afford it on a clerks salary.
And feel sure Mr.. Mason would pre-
fer choosing his own investments;
don't mean to choose them for him?
With q snarl like an angry terrier
the tempter went away. He was
beaten-beaten by a woman who
didn't know enough about business
to indorse check properly. No! but
she knew right from wrong-she knew
what real love was; she knew victory
from defeat; and as she shed tears
Of joy on Geoffrey's breast when the
front door slammed behind his black
angel, banished forever from that
house and its owners presence, she
heard Geoffrey's dream and realized
that it had been sent in answer to her
prayers to pull back the slipping feet
just on the edge Of the precipice; and
that night, perhaps, Godfrey G<ey and
his wife were the two happiest peo-
pie in the whole Of London.-London
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