Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1902-08-30

HlIIOI, anu saw INV BtiIN pAN
was. Her father would be pale, too.
but how different his pallor from her
own-his pallor like none other in the
world.
A SILVER passed over her. Did she
love her father? But anger went out
to him, not her love. Her love was for
Jack, and he could never be anything
to her. Last night she had written to
Jack and told him the truth, and the
truth would separate them forever. She
was the daughter of a thief!
What uselessness it had been for her
mother to move hundreds of miles from
the old home. 1t had been done for the
husband, not for the daughter. For the
daughter there had been half years
residence in the new place, and learn
ing to love a man whom she had last
night declined to marry. Her father
had wrought this unhappiness as he
had wrought so much more.
What grief had her father not
wrought? The day he went to prison
for the defalcation in the bank where
he had been cashier and her mothers
fathers manager, had not her mothers
father fallen dead? The world had
said the old banker could not stand the
disgrace. And what more? Had not
her mothers mother, always an invalid,
been stricken by her husbands death,
and never been told of her son-in-law's
crime? There had been a mass of de-
ception, the poor, feeble woman being
led to believe that her daughters hus-
band, whom she loved as a son, had
gone away on business, and letters
written in his prison cell had been read
to her, and they told her of a great
prosperity in the West, with a cheerful
ness that was appalling. Yes, the girl
almost hated her father as she thought
over the events of the past four years.
And yet would she have hated him save
for Jack?
She pressed her hands fiercely to her
eyes.
Suddenly she started. There was a
step on the stairs. Her mother was
bringing her father up to her. How
should she meet him? Had it not been
for Jack she knew how she should have
met him. But her father had forced
Jack from her.
The steps ascending the stairs
stopped. There was a cough outside
the library door She knew the sharp
little cough. She used to fly to meet
her father four years back when she
heard that little cough in the hall in the
dear old home. Now she did not move
from the chair she sat in
She heard a voice outside the door
her mother urging her father to enter
the room. Then the handle Of the door
turned and her mother led in a strange
ly aged man.
The girl arose. Her father stood be-
fore her, expectancy written on his
race. She went slowly to him and held
her forehead up to his lips. Her moth
er looked angrily at her. but she went
back to her seat and caught I'D some
sewing.
Annie" said the mother sharply. ais
this the way to meet your father? u.
you know that all that has occurred
mas been more to me than to any one
else in the world? And yet | forgive
because love. And you who have a
lover?"
Il have no lover" coldly interrupted
the girl Il couldn't deceive him any
longer. l wrote him last night. | told
him the truth and that | would not
marry him"
"Ah! said the mother, now / nm
derstandw She turned TO her husband
MARK, do not mind, dear You have
me, and shall never fail you. Have
ever failed you? What Is done Is done
III Is all wiped away. 1t Is only remem-
pered by your daughter, not by me, and
you are as much to me after all the mis-
takes and sufferings as the day when
stood by your side and vowed to be
loving and true wife till God should
part us in death We always spoke of
you, mother and l."
Your mother his dry lips said.
where is she?'
His wife caught his hand.
Dear" she said, 'can you bear a
little more?"
He looked at her.
Annie" she said. sternly, "get me
those letters"
The girl went and took from the book
case packet. which she brought to her
mother
My letters to your mother" the
mans lips seemed to say, land unop-
ened."
His wife fondled his hand.
1t was only few months ago" she
said. II could NOT tell rn,, tho ...1