The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1904-07-23

come and see her. He told her that
he was parted from Joyce, who was
now lowering between life and death.
and that he would not burden her with
the sight of his unhapplness. He
would always be glad If she wrote to
him in any time of trouble or diff
Guilty, to give his advice and help; but
that. most probably he should leave
England. He told her that if she fol-
lowed his advice she would remain in
England, which was safe place for
her to live in. Besides, he would
rather that the boy was brought up as
an Englishman. There was a lot Of
tiresome law business to. be gone
through. His marriage with Joyce had
to be annulled, and the old general
would not allow him to provide at all
for his daughter.
Joyce felt keenly the difficulties OF
her position, but most of all she felt
the separation from Alan.
Alan was seated in his office one day
when he heard heavy step on the
stair. 1t was his old enemy Hutchin-
son. He was half drunk, but sober
enough to want to pick quarrel. His
schemes had been baffled by the idiotic
traightforwardness of mai who pre-
ferred honor to love. Naturally
enough Hutchinson could impose no
hush-money on man who would con-
sent to hush up nothing, but who put
away the woman who was dearer to
him than life rather than fail in do
ing what was right. But Hutchinson,
baffed at every turn, still had his re-
venge. He meant in the end to be
even with Alan, let it cost him what it
might. He came today to gloat over
his enemy's misery. Some one had told
him that Alan's hair had turned grey,
and he wanted to see for himself.
But Alan was just in a fit mood. He
! remembered as soon as he saw the
man that he might have saved Joyce
the browning misery of marriage with
one from whom she had been obliged
to be separated, that he had deliber-
ately done his best to ruin her, and
Alan's wrath burned hot within him.
He sprang up from his desk as soon
as he saw Hutchinson, and caught
hold of him. He gave him a. little
shake, and, looking him straight in
the face, said: ''You dog! why did you
not tell me that Veronica was alive
when told you was about to marry
another woman? Why did you let me
do an innocent girl an injury?"
Hutchinson looked at him. He was
going to prevaricate, but his hatred
was too much for him. Because I
hated you!" he cried. Yes, and hate
you now! shall never be content till
I see you dead at my feet, you villain,
who deprived me of everything pos
sessed! And you dream that I should
forego my revenge! You fool, to for
get that you had me to deal with!''
EYES," said Alan slowly, II forgot
that I was dealing with devil, and
not a man. A man might have had
pity"
"Pity" Hutchinson sneered. PITY
towards a man who ruined me? Not
I! But I have not done with you vet.
you may be very sure Of that"
1AAe'A opl oAS a. A1ul. lou get OUT
Of my office this moment" he ex-
claimed, cor l will throw you down.
stairs" He looked so fierce that
| Hutchinson went at once.
Six months had elapsed since he had
said good-by to Joyce six months OF
such utter hopelessness that Alan re-
solved that he would leave England.
The firm of Dempster was going to be-
gin operations in Australia. ANY,
thing, thought Alan, would be better
| than this life. He would work hard
and live hard. He settled five hum
dred a year on Veronica and the bow
and made will leaving all else he
had to Joyce. She would not let him
do anything else for her whilst he was
alive, but she could not refuse a BEN
eft by his death. He knew that the
general only had his pension. He had
learned that he had brought his
| daughter back to London. 1t was too
much to be near Joyce and yet not
see her. Every time he went out he
| was letting his eyes stray everywhere.
hoping, fearing that he might see the
one woman in the world for him. But
chance never favored him, and his ar
engagements were made to go away.
After much deliberation he resolved
to write to both women who loved
him. He wrote to Veronica a letter
which, poor soul, hurt her, although
he had no intention of being otherwise
than kind:
| Dear Veronica: 1 am going to Aus
| tralia. I do not think I shall see you
again, but have arranged everything
| for you with Truscott, the lawyer. You
will have five hundred a year whether
live or die. I hope you will bring
| the boy up we'll.
ALAN MACKENZIE.
| Poor Veronica cried bitterly when
she received this letter. It seemed to
| her that Alan thought he had finished
all his obligations to her by paying
her five hundred a year, and Veronica,
who was yearning for a little love, and
who had made pilgrimage across the