Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1902-11-01
CHAPTER VII
WANDERERS.

Notwithstanding the sensations of
the day and the novelty OF my sur
roundings slept exceedingly well that
night, once sleep had seized the brain.
The day had been full OF wearying.
strange surprises, but / possessed in
full the superb quality Of youth. A
thousand trains might have whirled by
ut express speed without arousing me;
the man with the strange eyes might
have picked the '-~k with impunity.
But none of q things happened.
and when finally awoke beheld my
father, already dVSssed sitting on thc
edge or his bed watching me.
you sleep soundly," he said.
smiled. Always"
IAN easy conscienceT'
81 think So"
"Sabbee." lie had way of using
odd words, chiefly of the pigeon Eng
fish variety, which he had picked up in
the far east Other words also, which
were pure Chinese, he used in moments
OF great excitement, but of them 1
could only guess the meaning. "Do
you know" he continued, troubled.
earnest look playing about his eyes, "I
have not slept soundly for 20 years"
THAT, I suppose. is why you look
so pale and illf'
He shook his head slowly as though
balancing some matter In his mind.
$50 1 look pale and I'll, do 7? Yes. /
suppose do, but man is apt to think
little OF that to which he is accustom-
ed. And I've had some cause" he
added as II speaking to himself; eve
had some cause"
His face, his suspicious manner, the
sudden starting at a sound, the peer
ing at people from beneath the brows-
were these things to be associated with
a man OF clean reputation? 1 would
not have had my fathers conscience
for kings ransom.
went below to breakfast, leaving
him In his room. He was going to
have little Of something brought to
him, processing a dislike to crowded
public places. I thought 1t rather fas.
tidious OF him, but beyond that 1t trou-
bled me nothing. II a man wishes t.
eat alone and can pay for the priv.
ilege, there Is nothing more. to be said
1 preferred the stir of life and the view
OF people.
smoking an after breakfast cigarette
curiosity led me TO look at the visitors
book, which lay open on a desk a lit,
tie to the right of the office On the
page for that day there were already
two entries, but on the page of the
day before failed &C see my fathers
name. And yet had most assuredly
seen him advance to the book, take up
pen and write. What he had written
was IN total ignorance OF, but that ne
had written something felt perfectly
certain.
There had not been many entries that
day, only some nine or ten, but among
them there was no name resembling
ours. The two last, written In the same
hand, were "R. Martin" and I'D. Mar
tin" and 1 knew that these must be
the names which my father had insert
ed. An indefinable shame seized me. 1
hastily turned the page and Quilted the
desk, hoping that no one was watch
ing. 1 skunk away from the lynx eyes
of the young man in the office-slunk
away In the shadow like one who had
been caught doing discreditable
thing.
Mounting to our room, knocked up
on the door and almost at the same
moment turned the handle, but to my
surprise the door was locked.
who's thereT cried my father.
'T."
"Ohg
heard him limp across the room; the
lock went back with click. Then the
door was but partly opened, and his
beetlinR brows aIIed ND the aperture.