Williston graphic., 1904-07-07

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share in any spoils! Luck had stood by
him so far. There was chance he
; might still bluff his, game through.
! The money once safe in his hands-yes
there were better places of residence.
even, than Kent county. q: 49,
Bring the papers tomorrow, at this
hour, if it suits YOU" he heard Burdick
saying. Then he got up, and almost
without word took his departure.
Under the long line of naples in front
of 1856 Collins street, two days later.
Burdick hitched his span of bays. EN-.
NETT Warren had come and gone, but
the interview had not progressed exact
ly as the young worthy hoped. Bur-
dick smiled grimly as he thought Of it.,
and. then frowned with pain. It was
Marcia's son; and his own task to tell
her the story.
He went up the tagged walk, looking
keenly about him. Over the door of tho
plain brick building was cut the le-
gend:
ST. MARGARETS HOME.
The rich money lender drew down the
corners of his mouth. A retreat for old
ladies! On poplar tree in his fathers
pasture his own name and Marcia Bar
ber's were cut, and their birth dates. She
was his junior by three years; and he
was 54.
A faded little woman showed him to
the neat reception room. Yes, Mrs. War
ren was in. He walked back and forth
restlessly, while the gentle waitress took
his message. A few moments later,
when the door opened softly, his heart
beats were so thick he could not have
spoken to save his life. Thin and worn,
with frost touches on her brown hair,
she stood there; but it was his. lost sweet
heart of 80 years ago that looked at him
out Of her hazel eyes. As,s she paused an
instant in puzzled unrecognition, Bur-
dick took long strides toward her.
'Marcia!" he cried, holding out both
hands. "Great Heavens! If had i'm
agined-why on earth didn't you come
to see me"
She stepped back with surprised ex-
clamation; then girlish color suffused
her face. She put out her hands impul-
sively, instantly withdrawing them
again. But it 1As too late. Burdick had
them both securely in his. He led her
to the sofa, and tat down beside her.
"Do you mean to tell me you live
here?" he asked, sternly.
Sensitive tears sprang to her eyes.
"Yes, Willard. 1t seemed-better"
she faltered. "Everything went to En-
NETT; and l could not be burden"
He restrained some forceful words.
"Your son came to me two days ago,
to obtain loan of $1,000 on the farm.
He is very unlike you, Marcia Do you
mean to tell me that your husband left
him absolutely everything?" He was
watching her narrowly, for clew to
put his news with gentleness. d
"Everything," she answered, quietly.
Emmett is not my child. though, Will
lard; he is relative Of Johns first
wife. He was not even adopted; but he
lived with us, and usos our name I
never. knew of the will, till Emmett's
lawyer brought it. signed the papers
because they insisted upon It. did not
know. never had any head for busi-
ness, smiling TREMENDOUSLY. "Isupposed
there was at least living for me. But
Emmett and his wife understood differ
emily. So took the two hundred had
in the bank and came here"
Burdick leaned back, almost giddy
with relief. No son of hers! Thank
God!
What if l were to tell you, Marcia"
he said, at last, slowly, that your sig
natures under compulsion are not worth
a straw, that the will itself was forged,
and that have Emmett Warren's sworn
abdication of every claim on your hus.
bands property, while you live?"
White as a ghost, she stared at him
in dumb unbelief.
1T is not true, Willard?"
1T is true, he answered. "Your hom,
Is your own again. There will be no
scandal; the rascal was glad enough to
capitulate, when he was faced with
proofs-and had them. But" he
leaned over, a great light leaping into
his eyes-"that was not the real business
that brought me to see you, Marcia. Do
you remember the old poplar down in the
pasture? I saw it last summer. The
two names cut in the bark have grown
into one. Was it an omen? Dear, tho
place you left vacant waits for you still.
Will you take it again?"
Once more the soft color flooded her
thin cheek. "Oh, Willard" she began;
but Burdick's big arm was around her.
and he had drawn her close to his shoul-
der.
I'VE must never quarrel again, sweet
heart. Great Heavens! Was it all a
wretched dream, wonder! It's never
30 years since held you-and kissed you
this way!"
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