The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1902-08-15

break your naughty spirit l knew
you would come back"
His voice had risen as his vehemence
increased, but it dropped at the closing
words, and he sank back in the chair.
Then Mary went around the little ia
bic ard faced her father
Father" she said and her voice was
clear and calm, "you are quite wrong.
Your dream has been a false one. Look
self up before him, and his smile faded
as he gazed up at her with troubled
eyes. "Do 1 look like the prodigal sup
plicant? Do look like one whom the
world has cast Off No, my father; ]
am an honest woman and good wom-
an and there is naught in my past OF
which | should be ashamed. 1t is not
the story of prodigal that | am about
to tell you. 1t is the story OF woman
who went out into the world and fought
her way upward and kept herself I'M
smirched through the struggle. Your
dream was all untrue, my father"
She paused and leaned her hand upon
the table, when | went from you"
she resumed, 81 was determined that
would not return until had shown my
independence. You called it a wicked
pride, but it was that that kept me up
and spurred me on The great city
seemed cold and forbidding, but | did
not despair. | found a place where
honest work was honestly rewarded.
was faithful and loyal. and my serv-
ices were appreciated | made friends
as rose, one of them a young man in
whose ambitious hopes l became deep
iy interested. Perhaps it seemed fool
ish, but we fancied we could be OF
greater help to each other If we were
married. Now we know that we were
right" She paused again. your
dream was all untrue, my father"
The old mans smile had quite faded,
and there was no tenderness in his
voice.
"Your pride is still your master" he
said. "But you are a married woman"
Eyes, father"
"You have homer
Eyes; beautiful home"
"ChildrenT'
81 had two, but God took one from
me. 1t was that, l think, that turned
my thoughts to you. We have boy,
sturdy fellow of II. Do you care to
know his name? 1t is Gilbert Blair
Hamerton. Some day you shall see
him"
The old man WINGED little.
"Your husbands name is Hamer-
ton?'
Eyes, father; Philip Hamerton."
The old man nodded his head.
81 shall not forget the name" he
SENATOR'S
Mary smiled
"The same name and the same man,
father"
The old man started up.
"Your husbandp'
"Your son-in-law, father"
"Your husband" the old man MUIR
INJURED; ''the idol of the public, the man
who may be PRESIDENT
Eyes, father" said Mary. "And when
he comes he will tell you that in all he
has accomplished | have been his adj
wiser and his faithful helper"
Coming here" cried the old man.
Yes, father. | left him behind at
Judge Northmores with instructions
to follow me in an hour. He will soon
be here"
The old man clutched the arms of
his chair and stared at his child. The
scales were dropping from his eyes.
The blindness of prejudice was gone.
He saw that she was beautiful wom-
an, straight and supple of figure, clear
of eye. with dignity and character ex-
pressed by every movement. A warm
wave surged across his old heart.
And as he caught her glance a tender
smile overspread her face.
The old man dropped his gaze. His
hands trembled.
MARY" he murmured, sit was a
wicked dream-a wicked dreamW
She was on her knees by his side in
fash. with a loving hand caressing
his gray locks,
Eyes, my father" she softly said, sit
was wicked dream, and, like all
wicked dreams. the sooner we can for
get it the better. But, father dear, let
me have the prodigals kiss of forgive
| ness"
"Maryw the OLD man brokenly MUIR
INJURED.
"Therew she cried as she arose. "And
now for the supper-the supper that is
to show you that l haven't forgotten
the lessons learned in those early
| years. Hank! There is Philip! | hear
his footstep on the graveled walk"
| The old mas arose as she turned and
hurried to the door. There were tears
in his eyes.
"Mary has come back" he murmured
very softly.--Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Question of Location.
81 thought, count, that you were a
dead shot?'
81 am"
"And yet, though you said you would
shoot your adversary through the
heart. you hit him in the foot"
at was an error of judgment. l
thought his heart was in his boots; it
turned out to be in his mouth. Lon
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