The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-11-18

Trove sat as If he had not heard Tn,
wrote a line. folding and directing IT.
go quickly. boy. an tell her an theI
take this to Riley Brooke for me-
The young man struggled d momen
| for self mastery, rose. with sigh anC
a stern look, and put on his hat.
1T is about bail?'' lie whispered.
"Yes.'' Darrell answered
Troye hurried away A woman me-
him at the door within which Polly
| boarded.
rs she betterf" Trove asked.
Eyes, but has asked me TO say thai
she does not wish to see you
Trove stood q moment, his tongue
I hating between anger and surprise
/ He turned without word, walking
away. bitter feeling in his heart
Brooke greeted him with unexpected
! heartiness. lie was going to bed when
/ the young man raped upon his door.
/ Brooke opened the letter and read the
| words aloud Thanks; shall not need
{ thy help ~c
| 'Whatr' Troye exclaimed.
| HE says he shall not need the help
| I offered him." Brooke answered.
| Good night" said Trove, who, turn
| ing. left the house and hurried away.
| Lights Were out everywhere in the vii
/ lage now. The windows We're dark at
the Sign of the Dial. He hurried up the
old stairs and raped loudly, but none
came TO admit hinn He called and lis
| tened. Within there were only silence
| and that old familiar sound of the sec
I,etN
| some with long steps He knew that
soon they were to grow faint and
weary and pass no more that way.
He ran to the foot of the stairs and
stood moment hesitating. Then he
walked slowly to the county Jail and
looked up at the dark and silent build
| ing. For a little time he leaned upon
a fence there in the still night, shaken
with sobs. Then he began walking up
and down by the Jail yard. He had
not slept an hour in weeks and was
weary, but he could not bear to come
away and walked slower as the night
wore on, hearing only the tread of his
own feet. He knew not where to go
and was drifting up and down, like a
derelict in the sea. By and by people
began to pass him-weary crowdS-and
they were pointing at the patches ON
his coat, and beneath them he could
feel a kind of burning, but the crowd
was dumb. He tried to say, Il am not
to blame" but his heart smote him
when it was half said. Then, sudden
ly, many people We're beside him, and
far ahead on steep hill, in dim, gray
light he could see Darrell toiling up
I'd MI fir1l- f,rr1 a1
reckoning him to follow. And Trove
ran, but the way was long between
Them And the tinker called to him,
"Who drains the cup Of another's bit
terness shall find it sweet" Quickly
he was alone, cropping for his path in
black darkness and presently coming
down a stairway into the moonlit
chambf Of his Inheritance; then the
men OF e--e dark and a feeling of faint
ness and great surprise, and a broad
blue field all about him and woods in
the distance, and above the growing
light of dawn. His bones were aching
with illness and overwork, his feet
sore. II have been asleep" he said,
rubbing his eyes, land all night I have
been walking" -
He was in the middle of a broad
field. He went on slowly and soon fell
of weakness and lay for time with
his eyes closed. He could hear the dull
thunder of approaching hoofs; then he
felt silky muzzle touching his cheek
and the tickle of horses name. He
looked up at the animal, feeling her
face and neck. You feel like Phyllis.
but you are not Phyllis-you are all
white said the young man as he pat
ted her muzzle. He could hear other
horses coming, and quickly she that
was bending over him reared with an
open mouth and drove them away. She
returned again, her long name falling
on his face. Don't step on me- he en-
treated. Remember in the day O.
judgment God II mind the look o yer
master" He took hold of those long,
soft threads. and the horse lifted him
gently to his feet, and they walked, his
arm about her neck, his face in the
raveled silk of her name. II don't
know whose horse you are. even, or
where you are" taking me-" he said |
They went down a long lane and came
at length to barway, and Trove
crawled through.
He saw near him great white |
house, one he had never seen before, |
and beautiful lady in the doorway.
He turned toward her, and it seemed |
long journey to the door, although he |
knew it was only 4 few PAGES. He fell /
heavily on the steps, and the woman /
gave little cry of alarm. She came |
quickly and bent over him. His clothes |
were torn. his face pale and haggard,
his eyes closed.
Il am SICK he whispered family.
Theron Theron. Come here, Sid
ney is sick!" he heard her calling.
rs it you, mother?' the boy whis-
pered, feeling her face. Il thought it
was a great white mansion here and
that you-that you We're an angel
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