The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1904-12-08

Troubled ring IN der voice, ana IN nnx-
ious look In her face. M she waited his
answer.
Now that the Ice was broken. all his
nervousness vanished. Fearless and bitter
as herself. he confronted her. For n no
ment they stood eying each other. like
two wrestlers about TO engage In n dead
~ struggle. In her faco was a look az
intense loathing: IN his. a lock OF dgrish
hatred.
why have you come hereY' she stern
iy asked.
II have told you. 10 inquire. on behalf
OF Silas CarSton. the meaning OF this nd
yer,iscment."
what Is Silas Carston 10 you. that
you should come here upon such an err
randi I refuse 90 make any communi-
cation TO you. Let him come himself if
he wishes to know anything. This is
my house. and l will not endure >our
presence In H."
Suppose ! insist upon remaining until
you answer my qucstionsT'
IL shall have you expelled Ivy n con-
stable, and sworn over TO keep the peace
towards me-"
'lt would scarcely be agreeable 10 my
father. outcast az l am. TO have his
name branded in a police court. even TO
secure your safety"
lie spoke In a voice OF cold irony: Tut
the blood was singing In his ears, and
seeihing In his veins with passion.
what have the dead TO 10 with the
petty v~anities OF earthly famcy' she
asked. stcruly.
The dead.' he whispered; the hot
blood changed TO n stream OF ice. and
rushed hack upon his heart, and he
stared nj her. pale and nghasi.
The dead!' she reiterated, In the
same tone. Sho looked steadily In his
face, as though doubling the truth OF
his nstonishmcnt. IL was too terribly
real 10 be doubted even by her. But
II could not excite one touch OF pity In
her stony heart: for she added. la q
voice Of bitter irony. "A terrible com
mentary upon your life. Edward Mo-
rant. Your father has been dead three
months. and you do not know H."
He had sunk into a chair. and was
staring into vacancy. repeating the wcd
Dead" over and over again. Sudden
y he asked. In n low. anxious tone.
did he ask for me? Did no wish 20 see
me before no diedf'
HE had broken with all earthly ties
months before he died: his thoughts and
words were given 10 heaven alone"
Eagerly the man waited for the cruel
answer: and when Il came. he covered
his face with his hands and sobbed until
the tears dropped between his fingers on
10 the ground.
Still cold and pitiless as an iron statue.
the woman looked down upon him with
| ont n shadow of sympathy In her rigid
face. After a minutes pause. she srid.
1T IL useless TO prolong this scene.
You can now SEQ that all ties are brok-
en- between us. I trust I shall never
look upon your face again. As for Silas
Carston. IL no wishes TO know anything.
I repeat. he must come 10 me himself. I
take no interest In him. I simply desire
TO do a duty which ! have pledged
myself TO perform"
"why, then. was he sent TO such a
place as Tabernacle Housef" he do
manded. kept In ignorance Of his par
ents-put to mental work. Do you know
into what keeping you consigned him :
This man-this Rev. Mr.. Porter. ss he
calls himself" he won't on rcmcm-
Der as a vagabond-a companion OF
mine. You will say he Il a converted
sinner. tell you this man Is the vilcst
OF hypocrites: n trader upon cant, whom
tomorrow I will expose In tho midst OF
his CONGREGATION. and drive out OF the
town. His daughter was once for two
years clalrvoyant In n travelling mes
merism show. What do you think now
OF the guardian Of your precious
chnrge?"
Leave this house. and never darken
Il with your presence again"
The weapons had pierced deep. and
her voice was faint and husky.
Although you may never see me
again, you shall feel me-" he went on,
with momentRry increasing passion.
Listen, woman. 20 the last words you
may ever hear me speak! l have never
injured. nor sought TO injurc you. From
tho moment you first saw mo. you ha:ed
me because I would not cant aud whine:
and because I passed a few boyish tests
upon your doctrines, ron vowed my de-
strnction: you turned my fathers heart
against me. and had me expelled from
my home, turned adrift upon the world.
That act fell back upon yourself In q
terrible r~ctribution: but while Its conse-
1ueUCth klhhNNi Vh 9uhN nttNi ut1tt anu
left no lastsug wound. they handed me
over body and soul 10 Satan himself
when, homeless and starving. I have
written TO my father for money 20 tuy
bread. the letters were returned unopened
-not by his hands. but by yours: and
even on his deathbcd you embittered his
heart with cnmity against his only child!
For the sake OF one dear memory. ! have
borne all this. But there Is n limit 10
oil human endurance. and that limit ID
passed with ne. IL seems you have
one being still In whom you take soma
intcrcst-that you have one vulnerable
point. and through that Ill strike you
There Is no revenge. however fendish,
that | will pause nj. will never cross
your threshold again. but my shadow
shall be upon you to the last hour OF
your life."
IS he spoke. he drew close 20 her,
foaming with passion. and wildly g~esticu'
|, latiug, as though he would strike her.
But not one step did she move. but
> looked him full and feaflessly In the face,
! thCugh her own grew a shade paler. The
solemn servant attracted by the noise,
afno1 fcrrnr-xfriekon In tha loor,gny As