New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-07-02


that he heard half of what she was saying He
difficult decision The voices Of habit and tradition
called very loudly to him just then-dared he
Presently vioIa's voice ceased. She was evidently
you any SIS e 4R m ana she hone Tepeaa
Mr. Smith shook his head then raised himself on
want you TO tell me exactly what you think about
impossible but stIl-suppose that when he was
grown up he did something that annoyed You all
against his fathers wishes he paused. for Viola
looked very grave and panied, and then ne con
none of you. heard anything more about him for
nearly year-supposing then he sorry. said
we should never lose sight of Basil" said Viola
decidedly. her, eyes dark and tragic at the mere
thought; AT least, I'm sure / shouldn't; whatever
love people for their goodnesS-you love them be-
Are you sure?'' asked the jockey man earnestly.
Viola looked hard at him, turned very red, and
said shyly: DO you think you could tell me just
what you did? l know it's you
The man leaned back against the wall again. It's
NAV q pass the time was at the 'varsitv. cam
bridge; I always very fond Of acting. and
went in for my degree was acting in the A. D; G.,
came whole sheaf of debts He said I must go
back TO small college. live on next to nothing,
punishment like a man; I quarrelled with every
bs1Ie Es1t bo52S and soUI t9eatbrr and 7 don't
think I've done anything TO be much ashamed of
ness. Yet. now that I'm all smashed up and use
less, 1t seems, somehow, mean TO go back My
fathers a parson you know. not over we'll of. and
there good many OF us
good many, had been pqnctuated by Viola with re
Ssnrns htte pats and nov shaI the pause 5l was
she turned Reamng face toward 9m s misc" gad
tonight directly you set back How glad your
A spasm Of pain crossed his face. MY mother
died Just before I left school, he said
exclaimed 9ia and y you WI" have no sisters either You
poor dear.' when the rescue party, accompanied by
foot of the ciff and took him back to the village in
a boat; and as his ankle proved to be very badly
broken he elected to so into the cottage hospital on
the least hurt Viola proved altogsther too much
for the 96ey m man b eat t BsG ob h sn9 & @
eraI went to ask for him next day, they were told
ankle was quite small matter in comparison with
the pneumonia r aC TyG b 6erformance vas over
the general went to see the Alfresco players at
do you happen to know Who his people are?" the
general asked MIS-; M Mon bo5 folks moor
fenah," she answered with a sob She had kind
one to talk about himself and he's never had so
much as postcard by post since he's been here:
his Hnen-beautiful and fine his shirts are too-is
Have YOU. no idea what part Of the country he
came from" the general asked men hi We c 6
look in a directory 1t would be horrible ,hins
gasped between her sobs. while her tears made
little pathways on her painted cheeks. He hadn't
take him. He carried his references in his face. I
said and so I'm sure we've found it. for nicer
do you think; sir Mr. MQntmorency Interrupt ,5,
himself when they were upon the elf, togeJ 1g
Who has got a Clergy List .-,
such work. and it was already too late to knock
General era called on the vicar very early and they
dispatched an exceedingly long teiegraal TO the
1ottage hospital, where Polly Basil and Viola hung
2e0g The Tes a psvers got out green aaet
the effect that there would he that night bene-
Who had been suddenly stricken down by serious
illness The general seemed to send and receive a
that day At shutdown there was no better news at
the hospital and it seemed exceedingly probable
that the iokey would joke no more The gen
era met the last 5 m and fF9y a%2y IRON inc
clergyman. They stopped at the hospital and the
clergyman went in
The iokey man was noisy and talked so CON
moved from the mems Surgical ward into little
room by himself. As the matron showed the /
Sr6m the chair at the bedside The jockey mans
ss 9s h6g no d a8a ne d57
ful you've come for he can't possibly last If this
restlessness continues . ,.. -, -
o hS VENT 2g d ssPf YOU Sh ssnd
want my b6Rs sinaedbut know he Come If
YOU send want my father. tell you. Why won't
The whispering voice persisted in its plant. the I
hot hands pluCked at the sheet when other hands |
closed over them holding them firmly, and the \
voice he was waiting for said quietly My GEAR |
AS the sick man raised his tired eyes 10 the grave.
gray face bent him. his troubled mind was
flooded with an immense content, his poignant
restIessness was Gained. Good old father" Ia /
said softly and lay quite still
The jokey thought better or u. ana dldn
die after all In another week Basil ana Viola
were allowed TO go and see him. They stood very
hushed and solemn either side OF the bed; Tor
he looked very thin and white. and was stiu lying
right on his hack. which made him seem more III
somehow a minute nobody SAID any |
fRins at all. TIL Basil who held large folded
bracen leaf in his hand laid il down, on the tokey
mans chest and spread il out A hsh Speckied
with brown reposed in solemn glory N the midst midst
.Tt's for your dinner" whispered Basil ITS only |
four ounces off the pound l caught II mySelr |
two hours ago. Vipla do it ! think a
'coachman' s the best fly after al.-tLonsnaans
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