Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-07-03

tations. But he will never tell me, never
relieve my mind, and l only hope that
there were real signs of illness on the gen
erals brow; for then 1 could feel that all
had been right and that his death was the
natural result of the great distress he felt
at opposing my father in the one desire OF
his heart That glimpse which Reuben bad
of him before he fell has always struck me
with strang pathos A little child looking
in upon a man, who for all his apparent
health, will in another moment be IN etef-
nity-I do not wonder he does not ike 10
talk of it, and yet
"It was Sambo who came upon the gem
eral first. Our father had not yet de-
scended When he did, it was with loud
cries and piteous CALCULATIONS WORD mao
gone upstairs and surprised him in the
room with my mother l recollect wonder
ing in all childish simplicity why he Wrung
his hands over the death of man he
SO hated and feared. Nor was 1t till years
had passed and our mother had been lald
in the grave and the house had settled in
to a gloom too heavy and somber for Reuben
to endure, that l recognized in my father
the signs of settled remOrSe. These L
endeavored to account for by the fact that
he had been saved from what he looked
upon as political death by the sudden but
opportune decease of his best friend. This
caused a shock to his feelings which had
unnerved him for life. Don't you think
this the true explanation of his invariably
moody brow and the great distaste he al
ways showed for this same library? Though
he would live in no other house, he would
not enter that room nor look at the gloomy
settle from which the general had fallen
to his death. The place was virtually
taboOed and though, as the necessity arose,
it was opened from time to time for great
festivities, the shadow 1T had acquired
never left it and my father hated it's very
door until he died: Is it not natural that
his daughter should share this feelings?
| 1T was, and L said SO; but I would say
no more. though she cast me little appeal
ing looks which acquired eery signif-
canoe from the pressure of her small fin
gers on my arm and the wailing sound
of the wind which at that moment blew
down in one gust, scattering the emberS
and filling the house with banshee calls.
l simply kissed her and advised her to go
back with me to England and forget this
old house and all its miserable memories. For
that was the sum of the comfort at my poor
command. When, after another restless
night. crept down in the early morning to
peer into the dim and unused room whose
story l had at last learned I can not say
but that half expected TO behold the mea-
ger ghost of the unfortunate general rise
from the cushions of the prodigious bench
which still kept its mysterious watch over
the deserted hearthstone."
So much for the passages culled from the
book itself. The newspaper excerpts. to
which l next turned, bore a much later
date and read follows:
"A strange coincidence marks the death
OF Albert Moore in his brothers house yes
terday. He was discovered lying with his
head on the identical spot where General
Lloyd fell forty years before. 1t is said
that this sudden demise of man hitherto
regarded as a model of physical strength
and endurance was preceded by violent
alteration with his elder brother. If this
/ is so, the excitement incident upon such
a break in their usually pleasant relations
may account for his sudden DEATH Edward
Moore, who, unfortunately, was out of the
room when his brother succumbed-some
say that he was In his grandfather's room
above-was greatly unnerved by this I'M
expected end to what was probably merely