The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-12-16

pine, when two gentlemen, some
Srirty-eight or forty years old. sat over
inc and cigars in a luxurious room
an uptown boarding house, in New
ork city. One, the youngest of the
puple, had landed few hours before
ON a European steamer, and had
pen telling travellers tales to his
Ampanion, far into the night hours.
kNAich?" he said in answer to a
Iesuion mo, but little richer than
hen left here. But | have gained
perience and knowledge in my Paris
#e. There is nothing like French
hools and hospitals for a doctor.
ert, | would not take thousands OF
nllars and miss the last four years.
But you are glad to come home,
grus?"
Homer" said Cyrus Worthington,
tn az short bitter laugh. This is
y hoIW We, room in boarding house,
d | ychose this because you were
re, MY old friend and chum."
But your relatives?"
1
orthington took me from a charity
#1ool when l was six years old, be-
@use | had a curious variation or
lrlet fever he wished to study at
sure. | was an odd child, smart and
Give, and before the fever was cured
became fond OF me and adopted
II. We must have been strange
Ar, Berthe old bachelor, wrapped
in his profession, and the elfish,
Rf-starved founding. But we were
Il 'y happy. Until went to Harvard,
gere we met, my benefactor edu-
Ned me himself, and | devoured
Dks. / had no one to love, and
Dks filled the craving Of my heart,
studied everything before me, in
ding the medical works in the Ii
hry You won't believe me, | sup
Up A if l tell you l could use a dis
Ag knife before l was twelve years
III do not doubt it. We all consid-
d you prodigy of learning at Har-
i'd. BY the way, how did you ever
ne to leave the doctor for college?"
He desired it, distrusting his own
yers of tuition after l passed seven
q. When l came home, as you
Sw, Il became his partner and as
Aant until he died, leaving me thirty
Nsand dollars, and | fulfilled my
hong desire and went to Paris"
Was What all that drove you to
is? ITO love dream, no fair COM
ion '0n the steamer"
None. | am heart-whole at thirty
At. Can you say as much?"
NotAI. My heart Is as full of holes
Ia Cupid's dart as a skinner. My
love, though, Is the sweetest
den that ever won heart with
eyes and golden curls. You shall
her. In all your travels you have
no fairer face than Eloise Hunt
@gegr Cyrus Worthington's face came
Rartled look that was almost terror.
&Eloise Hunter" he cried: then
ed, with forced carelessness, "it
pretty name. Who is she?"
n'he daughter of my landlady. Did
1t mention her name when wrote
had secured rooms for you
! y. :, :
Well, that is her name. She is the
pw of one Daniel Hunter, who
leaving her without one dollar,
ing squandered her fortune as we'll
lis own. Not bad man, | judge,
lone who was wickedly reckless in
g money. Well, he is dead, and
widow keeps this housed"
nd this daughter how old is
It eteen or twenty, should judge.
"a so little and fair she locks like
u ID. You are tired, Cy."
Sery tired"
lou are as pale as death. l will |
u you to rest. Pleasant dreams"
lie as death, and with his large,
eyes full of startled light, Cyrus
Ellington paced the floor after his
Nd retired.
VIA isl fate!" lac muttered. Destiny. |
t accident could throw that girl |
Ms bny path three hours after land
4 WnJNew York?
Rise, only daughter of Daniel Hunt
BIT makes me dizzy to think If |
all, am to grasp what | have |
led for years! Patience, pa
e!"
paced the room for hours, till |
10 %9y dawn crept in at the window, |
N threw himself upon the bed |
IL hours repose. A man of iron |
n steady nerve, he had been as
ii by the strongest, fiercest temp |
h of his life, and he awakened only |
new the mental conflict.