Newport weekly independent., 1903-11-13

Il was seized with diphtheria in the flight. Jaynes did not summon the guak until morning, and when the sick m } was removed to the hospital he had or Jaynes' clothes and number, which was S45. He died the same day and ofc'ourse Jaynes' frienFs were notified, but on account of thi contagion they we're not allowed to cls m the body. The fchap- lain suspected Che trick, but JaE les re- fused to acknowledge it all these years on account of his family. He saidit was better for them to think he was dead, though it meant assuming the other mans sentence, which was for life. But just before the end came a few days ago, the chaplain induced him to own up. He argued that Jaynes' wife had right to know at last what a splendid sacrihNce he had made, when all these years lpe might have heard from her and seen heF occasionally. Even that did not movA him until it came to disposing of his earnings. He had been made superiry tendent of one of the shops and had drawn a good salary all these years. It made handsome sum and his desire to leave it to his wife brought out the truth"
 The gathering darkness hid from Ger trude Elliott the whiteness and pain inS the face of the man beside her. Busy with her own thoughts of the tragic story she did not notice that he made TO comment. But when they stopped in front of her house and she asked him in, he shook his head
 Hay you the paper, Gertrude? I shout le to read that story" "Wa4cer, how hoarse you are! You have taken cold, Come in and let me get you something hot"
 NO, mother is waiting for me. must go at once, if you will get me the paper, please"
 She brought it to him, hurt at the re- fusal of her care, and more hurt that he offered her no parting caress. Only, as he gathered up the lines, he bent towards her.
 "Oh, Trudie, Trudie!" he murmured hoarsely, beloved, goodnight, and God keep you.'
 Ten minutes later he burst into the room where his mother sat waiting for him. She was a beautiful woman, old beyond her years, on her calm counte- nance the peace attained only through great suffering. Her face lighted up as her son entered. He flung himself down beside her with the frenzy of a madman.
 Mother" he cried, tell me about my father!"
 q ri faTo a ot,, ,or,t Yo- | piled calmly, What do you wish tt' know, dear? He died when you were t little boy, scarce five years old" s of malignant diphtheria?" "Yes'' ro
 Tn the Jackson prison? Mother, fo,s, Tod ! tell me, was my father crisA | inal must know the truth" "A | She took his hot hands in her ov | and caressed them gently. My darling had hoped to spare you this. gave Up home and friends more than 20 years Sy to save you from pain and disgrace P,h, 1 haps was wrong, but did it for the bei Your father was president of rich ban lP | His sisters husband was cashier. Taylor | lost everything gambling. His poor wife loved him to distraction, and just before her baby was born it was discovered that Taylor had appropriated thousands of the bank funds. Your father had sus- pected him before, but tried to shut his eyes to the truth. Taylor contrived that the blame fell, not upon himself, but upon my poor husband. For Julias sake he said nothing, never thinking he could be convicted of another's crime. But he was, and he told me he felt it just pun | ishment for not acting against Taylor in the beginning. A month later he died in prison. I came here to the far west, my one prayer that you should never know But, Walter, now that you know you can appreciate the great soul that could suffer even disgrace for the sake of another"
 Listen" said he, and unfolding the paper, he read the story Gertrude had told him. Do you know what it means to me, mother? Gertrude will never marry man who cannot give her an un- stained name"
 Must you tell herr"
 Mother! Can live a lie the rest of my days?"
 With the fierce strength of despair he snatched his hat and fairlysran to the girl he loved. There he ured out the whole pitiful story, not stopping when she tried to interrupt lest his strength fail before the end
 Forgive me, Trudie. Had known 1t before I should never have dared to tell you my love- All ask is that you believe me innocent of the knowledge I shall never see you again, but cannot help loving you, Gertrude. It is too late for that. Good-by." He turned to go, but his unsteady feet did not reach the threshold when pair of strong young arms caught and held him.