Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-08-23


sr returned to d.. par l,s.; and (, came me
room AS she entered he stared
nj her in surprise, for she was dressed
in black, even to her sunbonnet.
Mother" he asked wonderingly,
what hns happened?'
She did not answer for moment.
but sat down near his bed and folded
her bonnet in her lap.
when l heard how you was hurt
an laid up she said presently. II writ
NAr. Hillyer not to let you know about
yore pa. He was sight wuss when
l got to I'm, an they didn't see no
chance fer i'm to live. He's dead,
George: yore pore pas dead an bur-
led All his trouble is over. He's in
Gods charge now"
They were both silent for moment:
then Buckley said comfortingly: We'll.
you must not grieve over 1t too much.
mother After all. 1t may be better as
1t Is"
That's so, eGeorga" she answered,
but my heart aches fer i'm. He wasn't
treated right, my boy. 1t turned out
doctors up thar said his criminal acts
all come from that old hurt In his
head. After his death. they made an
examination. They found at a splin-
ter O. the skull had been workin into
his brain all them years since his fal!
~. t1x, ra1 a
abscess that killed i'm. oh, the doc.
tors raised big fuss about 1t. They
told me yore pa had been treated
wussn dog. They said what he done
in violation O. the law was caused by
the hurt In his head an that he'd new
er "a touched thing that wasn't his
but fer that an when l told 'em how
honorable all yore pas folks had al
ways been away back as fur as any
body could trace an how hard you
was strfvin' to live the disgrace down
they all got together an writ an sign.
ed paper-Mr Hillyer's got it-testt'
fyin' under oath that yore pa wasn't
naturally dishonest man. They say.
Georgian Mr.. Hillyer says he'll put
it through right away-that they are
a-goin' to git the legislature to exhon
crate yore pa.
Judge Moore was in the warehouse
as come by. talkin' to Mr.. Hillyer, an
tie come out an tuck me by the hand,
an says he, Mrs. Buckley, me N them
twelve men made awful mistake.
An says he, EFF case like that had
come up in a community whar doctors
an lawyers was up to the latest notch
in new discoveries u plea of insanity
would "a been made an sustained.
But says he, the twelve jurors will
sign a paper with me. an yore hus-
bands name will be cleared Oh, 4
George, it mighty nigh breaks my
heart I lowed all them years that
yore pa was jest mean an stubborn an
had old Nick In i'm. while the truth
was he couldn't help hisse'f. It's goin'
to be in all the newspapers tomorrow.
Are you glad to hear it, George?"
More than anything" was the reply
in low, husky tone.
II hain't through yet" went on the
old woman, wiping her eyes. They
all read Mr.. Hillyer's letter to me about
how you refused the combination to
the safe, preferrin to die ruther than
give in, because you wanted to show
the world you was honest. an how you
was shot down an lay hoverin' betwixt
this life nm the next, an never seed
a set o. men more anxious to be kind to
a woman in affiiction. They got the
idea we was needy, an started in to
collect lot O money, but stopped
'em. told em You wouldn't like that"
"No, wouldn't" said George; but
l am glad they wanted to do it,
when l got to yore pa he was too
fur gone to know me-" went on Mrs
Buckley. II jest wish he had. was
so sorry fer him when seed how thin
an wasted he was, with the prints on
his pore ankles whar'-
She broke down and began to sob.
George Buckley sat up more erectiy.
Its the way God, Providence or what |
ever 1t is that rules over all has OF
matters" he said, his eyes |
flashing rebelliously, and, for my part,
I'm tired trying to do right. What's
the use? Why should that poor man
fall from his wagon while honestly en-
deavoring to earn living for his fam
lily, and through that accident end his
life in a prison? That's his fate, while
such men as Telfare'
Don't, don't, George" The old
woman dried her eyes. 1T may all
seem wrong, but it hain't-it hain't!
My faith in my heavenly father Is
brighter AN it ever was. l don't know
exactly what it 'ud be fer, butsI feel
ike drappin' on my knees an thankin
I'm at this minute. My heart Is full
D sadness Of a certain sort, but thars
another feelin' that l can't describe
AS was comm on in the train l got
to imaginin' seem yore pore pa up in
heaven. whar know he Is, an the fan
" struck me that our Saviour belt the
highest place up thar, beca'se he sui
tered the most to help others along, an
hen the thought come that maybe up
.har with Their keen. spiritual eyes the
angels had seed all the good that's
srowed out o. yore pas sufferin', an
was givin' i'm credit fer his life down
mere. Thar's no tellin' what the good
nav be. Yore pas trouble Is at the