The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1905-03-31

troubled ring In her voice, and an anx
ious look in her face. as she waited hi
answer
New that the Ice was broken, all hi
nervousness vanished. Fearless and bitte
as herself, he confronted her For mo
ment they stood eying each other, lik,
two wrestlers about to engage in a dead
~ struggle. In her face was a look Of
intense loathing; in his, look Of tigrisf
hatred.
"Why have you come here ?" she stern
ly asked.
Il have told you, to inquire, on behalf
Of Silas Carston, the meaning Of this ad.
vertisement."
What is Silas Carston to you, that
you should come here upon such an err
rand! refuse to make any commune
cation to you. Let him come himself il
he whhes to know anything. This is
my house, and will not endure your
presence in it."
Suppose l insist upon remaining Until
you answer my Questions?"
Il shall have you expelled by a con-
stable, and sworn over to keep the peace
towards me-"
| ut would scarcely be agreeable to my
father, outcast as I am, to have his
name branded In a police court, even to
secure your safety"
| He spoke in a voice of cold irony; Tut
the blood was singing In his ears, and
seething in his veins with passion.
| what have the dead to 10 with the
petty vanities Of earthly fame?" she
asked, sternly.
"Ths deadr' he whispered; the hot
blood changed to stream Of ice, and
rushed back upon his heart, and he
| stared at her, pale and aghast.
The deadw she reiterated, In the
same tone. She looked steadily in his
face, as though doubling the truth OF
his astonishment. 1t was too terribly
real to be doubted even by her. But
1t could not excite one touch of pity in
her stony heart; for she added, ia a
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 it."
He had sunk into a chair, and was
staring into vacancy, repeating the wcrd
"Dead! over and over again. Sudden
ly he asked, in a low, anxious tone,
Did he ask for me? Did he wish to see
me before he died?''
He had broken with all earthly ties
months before he died; his thoughts and
words were given to heaven alone"
Eagerly the man waited for the cruel
answer; and when it came, he covered
his face with his hands and sobbed until
the tears dropped between his fingers on
to the ground.
Still cold and pitiless sts an iron statue.
the woman looked down upon him with
out a shadow Of sympathy in her rigid
face. After a minutes pause, she seid.
1T Is useless to prolong this scene.
You can now see that all ties are brok-
en- between us. l trust shall never
look upon your face again. As for Silas
CarstOn, IL he wishes to know anything,
repeat, he must come to me himself. /
take no interest in him. / simply desire |
to do duty which 1 have pledged
myself to perform"
why, then, was he sent to such a
place as Tabernacle Houser' he de-
manded. Kept in ignorance Of his par
snts-put to mental work? Do you know
INTO what keeping you consigned him ? |
This man-this Rev. Mr.. Porter, as he
.alls himself" he went on-"I remem-
Der as a vagabond-a companion of
nine. You will say he is a converted
sinner. l tell you this man is the viiest
II hypocrites; trader upon can't whom
tomorrow l will expose in the midst of
lis congregation, and drive out of the
own. His daughter was once for two
ears clairvoyant in a travelling mes
nerism show. What do you think now
Il the guardian Of your precious
harge?"
Leave this house, and never darken
with your presence again."
The weapons had pierced deep, and
Ter voice was faint and husky.
Although you may never see me
gain, you shall feel me-" he went on.
With momentary increasing passion.
Listen, woman, to the last words Won
nay ever hear me speak! / have never
INJURED, nor sought to injure you. From
he moment you first saw me, you h,,ed
ne because l would not cant and whine:
nd because l passed few boyish tests
pon your doctrines, you vowed MY de-
truction; you turned my fathers heart
gainst me. and had me expelled from
ny home, turned adrift upon the world.
hat act fell back upon yourself in
errible retribution; but while its conse
uences glanced off your steel heart and
1T no lasting wound, they handed me
yer body and soul to Satan himselfl
When, homeless and starving, l have
'ritten to my father for money to l.uy
read, the letters were returned unopened
not by his hands, but by yours; and
ven on his deathbed you embittered his
cart with enmity against his only child!
or the sake of one dear memory, have ?
orne oil this. But there is a limit to
Ii human endurance, and that limit is
assed with me. 1t seems you have
ne being still in whom you take some
lterest--that you have one vulnerable
ONT. and, through that I'll strike you!
here is no revenge, however fiendish,
lat will pause at. l will never cross
our threshold again. but my shadow !
lall be upon you to the last hour of
BUR lifew
As he spoke, he drew close to her,
'aming with passion, and wildly gesticu-
ting, as though he would strike her. ,
ut not one step did she move, but !
oked him full and -fearlessly in the face,
lough her own grew shade paler. The
'lemn servant, attracted by the noise,
God terror-stricken in the doorway. As
. spoke the last words, he pushed her
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