Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1905-05-04
His 7 ather'S
= Sin
By JENNIE EDDY


rONLY seven days more!" Walter
J Jaynes drew the slender figure OF
his promised wife closer 10 his side and
looked fondly into her upturned face
She laughed happily.
1T seems too good to be true, doesn't
It, dearest?"
I'VE must be the exception that proves
the rule. this time, he answered. Sure
" the course OF true love never could
run more smoothly than ours and In an
other week you will be mine forever
Sometimes" he went on musingly' ii
does seem too good to be true. feel
as II Il were all beautiful dream and ]
dread the awakening. But you do love
me. darling" He paused, waiting foi
the whispered yes" he knew would
come
"Do you know. long time ago when
I first met you, ! used 10 fear that you
might marry Stedman. He's such
splendid fellow. rich and brilliant and
all that Didn't you ever care for him
Trudie?"
mo" she denied emphatically. Il
never cared for anyone-unul you came.
But did think once that perhaps-t II
had not been for his brothers disgraceful
conduct | might have let myself care.
Sweetheart, what do you meant
Would the fact that mans brother was
a drunkard prevent you from marrying
him when he was all that is good and
noble7"
Eyes. mean Just that. II sounds hard
doesn't f.? But 7 could never marry a
man who could not give me name un.
stained. Few of US ever think what black
pages OF ancestry most people have hid
den away-the hldeous skeletons In their
closets. And the blood viii tell. sooner
or later. bad blood as wei as good. That
IS why-you see. with Mr.. Stedman. His
brother has already developed a weak
trait. II may be only matter Of time
when he. too. succumbs to some vice
equally despicahle."
They we're both silent a few moments,
busy with their thoughts. Then, as a
neighboring elocS tolled the hour Jaynes
rose TO go- "You don't know how glad
/ am. sweetheart, that my family record
IS clear.
Il could never nave loved You II Il
hadn't been" Gertrude Elliot answered
seriously.
The next day was Sunday and they
had planned a long drive together. II
was day Of perfect happiness for them
both. The conversation Of the evening
before had been forgotten-the pleasure
Of the present shut out all serious
thoughts. As they drove home in the
iengthening shadows. that silence which
Is the sweetest communion OF two united
souls fen upon them. white object
suddenly fluttered IN the grass at the
roadside. The horse SHE'D, then quieted
down at the sound Of his masters voice.
what is tx. dear?" asked Gertrude
"Only a newspaper. think"
'There! That reminds me Of what
wanted to tell you read such a strange
story after you left last night-not a
book. a story in the evening paper. And
the queer thine about Il is that the man
has your name, Walter Stanton Jaynes,
| sr"
Javnes laughed. That is certainly
macmillan. I never come across anyone
of that name outside our family. The
, oldest sons have borne it for genera
lions back What about the MANI"
'He has just died in the states prison
at Jackson. Il seems he was sent up
from Detroit for enlightenment His
crime was such "a fragrant breach Of trust
/ that the fun extent Of the law was given
him. he was president OF the Wayne
4 County bank and was so highly regarded
that hundreds Of poor people, widows
ard orphans. loaned him their a. He
4 intended TO replace what he had stolen
/ in time. but the hank examiner came
upexpee-edly and discovered the situa-
1 ton
Il suppose mother would remember
the case. We lived in Detroit until ] was
five wears old. said Jayues But aside
from the coincidence Of names il is rather
/ a common story.
"Rut I haven't come to the strangest
mart The prison was crowded when this
man was sent up and he was put into the
! cen with another convict. With his face
elear-shaven and his hair cropped short
Il happened that he and his cell-mate,
Who was a common murderer, bore