Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1907-03-21
THE DALRYMPLE
PRIDE
BY W. CRAWFORD SHERLOCK

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throng OF men and women passed
and repassed the home of Edward
Dalrymple, glancing curiously at the
drawn curtains and specializing about
the cause of the sudden death of the.
master. Within the house, the serv-
ants tiptoed noiselessly along the
broad halls, whispering to each other
as il afraid that a motionless figure
in the parlor might be disturbed by
any unseemly noise. Yet the clat-
ter of a thousand tongues and the
tread of host of feet would not have
disturbed the slumber of Edward Dali
rymple.
by pistol wound, inflicted by his
own hand" the coroner had decided.
and the world wondered why a man
of such great wealth, Of such re-
nowned lineage, endowed with an in
tellect superior to that of most men
and popular with all classes from the
lowliest to the most exalted, should
have committed such an act at a time
when honors were ready to be thrust
upon him and the ambition of his
life was within his grasp. The won
der deepened as the people remem-
bered that the sound of his marriage
bells had scarcely died away when
the news of his tragic death was re-
ported.
tbs electric bell tinkled softly, and
a servant noiselessly opened the door,
admitting a tall, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
man, who bore a strong family resem-
blance to the dead master of the
house.
rs Mrs. Dalrymple in?" inquired the
visitor, then, not waiting for a reply,
continued: Tell her / wish to see her
a few moments"
As the servant went to deliver the
message. William Dalrymple stepped
into the parlor and stood beside the
body of his brother. Long and earn
estly he gazed into the pale face Of
the sharer of his childhood Joys, the
companion of his youth and the conf
dante and close friend of his manhood
The tears, unbidden, dimmed his eyes,
and his lips quiyered with suppressed
pain. Bending down, he pressed his
lips to the forehead of his brother.
I know it all, Ned" he murmured,
softly, land / will try to do what
you would have me do. but it is
against my own desires" AS he re-
turned to the hall, the servant told
him that Mrs. Dalrymple would re-
ceive him, and he walked slowly up
the broad stairs and entered the H.
brary.
His brothers wife arose to greet
him as he stood before the open crate,
the reflection of the blush flames
upon her face, she looked pale and
haggard. AS he gazed upon her. Will
liam Dalrymple wondered how his
brother had found this woman so
attractive. To him, she was beau
tiful but repellant, not only because
Of what he knew but because of the
insincerity that cleaned in her dark
eyes, fitted across her delicately-chis-
eled features and found expression in
her softly-modulated tones.
What do you wish with me, Will
liam?" inquired Mrs. Dalrymple, sink.
ing into an easy chair and surveying
her brother-in-law curiously.
There are several matters that /
wish to speak about" replied William
Dalrymple, slowly The first is: l wish
my brothers funeral to take place
from my fathers home. His body will
have to be removed from here"
'Fhat Is impossible" returned Mrs.
Dairympie, haughtily. MY husband