Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-11

in himself as Sweetlands friend-true even
beyond death-was now his purpose; and
the thing he planned to do, If brought to
successful issue, could hardly fail to show
him in a noble light and convince the
skepttc;- if any such existed beside Minnie.
that his aims were pure and his faith above
suspicion.
A week later, when she had told her
secret and her little world mourned in its
wonder, and yet also triumpbed at the in
genuity of the native who would never re-
offers to assist her in any step she might
now be contemplating. But she did not
avail herself Of the suggestion.
I'm going back to my y aunt IT., come Ssr pres
more now. After Michaelmas l give 1t up
an return to Moreton.
Her face was very pale against her black
dress. and darkness and sorrow haunted
seen her deepest grief. That was hidden
from all. Her voice never shook when she
spoke of Daniel to Titus Sim, for instinct
told her the man, despite his protestations,
did not share her bereavement. Only with
Daniels mother or In the company OF
Jane Beer, did she reveal a glimpse of her
breaking heart.
Command me, IL can serve you in any
possible manner" he said. "And don't
think I'm forgetting this great sorrow
because tits not always upon my tongue
Far from 1t: Daniel Is never out OF my
thoughts. He's beyond the reach Of aught
but prayers; but his honor and good name
are the legacies he left behind. and tbs for
US to treasure them and make EN- shine
that darkens them. / know only too well
you don't believe me- It's been the great
EST grief in a sad nfe-the greatest but
Daniels death.that you kept his secret
from me and did not let me know that he
was still alive. I've had nought but sleep
less nights thinking of it, And why for
you don't trust me I can't guess. and why
you hid the welfare of my greatest friend
| frOp ms T shall know. hut this
know: you had no just reason and not by
word deed or thought or dream have
ever done him wrong. Be that as it may.
I'll say nothing about and I'll ask you for.
no explanation. for 'tisn't time to
wrangle which of us-man or woman
friend or wife-loved him best. I'll not
prate; I'll do. l believe even now that
DRY afore the world. You gaze at me as
If you thought that 'twould be no JOY to
me to do it-see how read what's In your
heaven that I'd sooner clear his name and
sweeten his memory than be prince in the
land or the ruler of cities"
IF you could do it, why have you walt
ed until now?" she asked coidly.
Because Providence willed that should
wait And even now I'm only hopeful,
not positive. I should have strfven to do
all and bring you the glad news when ia
got 1t proved beyond the doubt Of the
world: but now heaven has hit upon a.
better way. Yes heavens the word. for
in Fighting Daniel in the worlds eyes, I
pray God will right me In yours, Minnie
Sweetland.
He paused. but she only surveyed him sill
emily. and he spoke again.
"Thus 1t stands. The poor soul common
ly called Drunkard Parkinson is now at
! his last gasp. or near It. He cannot live
more than q month; doctor has told him So
But as have always feared. that man has
evil secrets. What they are I only guess.
but my guess during the last few days has
developed into certainty. You know youDe
Prowse lives in the cottage that adjoins
Rix Parkinson's? Two days ago he came
to tell me that poor Rix wanted to see me-
and to know how soon could call upon
him. went at once. and then he con-
fessed that there is much upon his cons
science. begged him to see Parson Thorn
ton whose deep wisdom and sympathy and
knowledge of heaven are denied to no sim
ner; but he refused. Not him. nor any other
man. he said It's woman I want to
see-the wife of that chap Dan Sweetland
as ruined away after that they'd taken
him for murder. He did not know that