Fair play., 1903-11-14
His T Father's
- Sin
BY JENNIE EDDY
Copyright, iSOS, by Daily story Pub. Coz

hONLY seven days more!" Walter
J Jaynes drew the slender figure Of
his promised wife closer to his side and
looked fondly into her upturned face
She laughed happily.
at seems too good to be true, doesn't
It, dearest?'
I'VE must be the exception that proves
the rule, this time, he answered. Sure
ly the course of true love never could
run more smoothly than ours and in an
other week you will be mine forever
Sometimes" he went on nusingly, lit
does seem too good to be true. ! feel
as if 1t were all a beautiful dream and |
dread the awakening. But you DO love
me, darling He paused, waiting for
the whispered yes" he knew would
come
do you know. a long time ago. when
I first met you, | used to fear that you
might marry Stedman. He's such a
splendid fellow, rich and brilliant and
all that Didn't you ever care for him,
Trudie?"
NO." she denied emphatically. 81
never cared for anyone-until you came.
But did think once that perhaps--if II
had not been for his brothers disgraceful
conduct | might have let myself care. "
Sweetheart. what do you mean?
Would the fact that a mans brother was
n drunkard prevent you from marrying
him when he was all that is good and
EOble?"
yes, mean just that. II tsounds hard
doesn't it? But I could never marry
man who could not give me a name un-
stained. Few of us ever think what black
pages of ancestry most people have hid
den awdy-the hidrous skeletons in their
closets. And the blood will tell, sooner
or later. bad blood as well as good. That
Is why-you see, with Mr.. Stedman. His
hrothe~ has already developed a weak
trait. It may be only 4 matter of time
when he, 700, succumbs to some vice
equally despicable"
They were both Silent a few moments,
busy with their thoughts. Then, as a
neighboring clock tolled the hour, Jaynes
rose to go. You don't know how glad
am. sweetheart, that my family record
Is clear
81 could never nave loved you II It
hadn't been" Gertrude Elliot answered.
seriously.
The n'yt day was Sunday and they
had planned a long drive together. It
was a day Of perfect happiness for them
both. The conversation of the evening
before had been forgotter-the pleasure
Cf 81,
thoughts. As they drove home in the
lensthening shadows, that silence which
is the sweetest communion Of two united
souls fell upon them A white object
suddenly fluttored in The grass at the
roadside. The horse SHE'D, then quieted
down at the sound Of his masters voice.
What is It, dear" asked Gertrude.
"Only a newspaper ! think"
There That reminGs me Of what
wanted to tell you read such a strange
story after you left last night-not a
book, a story In the evening paper. And
the queer thinG about it is that the man
has your name, Walter Stanton Jaynes
Sr"
Jaynes laughed. That is certainly
peculiar, never cone across anyone
of that name outside our family. The
Oldest sons have borne it for genera
tions back, What about the mani"
"IIe has Just died in the states prison
al Jackson. II seems he was sent M
from Detroit for cmbeszioment. His
crime wGs such It Migrant breach of trust
that the full extent Of the law was given
him. lie was president of the Wayne
County bank and was so highly regarded
that hundreds of poor people. widows
and orphans, loaned him their all. He
intended 10 replace what he had stolen
in time, but Tho lank examiner came
Unexpectedly and discovered the gi,ua-
ton"
81 cuppose mother would remember
the case, We lived I'm Detroit until was
five years old" said Jaynes. But aside
from the coincidence Of namosi is rather
& common story"
But | haven't come to the stranpcst
part. The prison was crowded when this
man was sent up and he was put into the
cell with another convict. With his face
clean-shayen and his hair cropped short.
II happened that he and his cell-mate.
who was a common murderer. bore