The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1907-08-29

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you buried him vas "a bask etful of dis
tillery stock. tell you! Old paper.
Cant You hear me? Old paper. old
rags .
'.'You have sent me the same In
come" she, lifted her voice to interrupt
'You have made the same quarterly
payments since his death that Won
made before If you knew, why did
you do that?'
He had been shouting at her with the
frantic and incredulous evaporation If
an intolerant man utterly unused to
opposition, his face empurpled, his fore
head dripping and his hands ruthlessly
pounding the back of the chair, but
this STRAIGHT question stripped him sud-
denly Of gesture and left him standing
limp and still before her, pale splotches
beginning to show on his hot cheeks.
IF you knew, why did you do ity'
she repeated. "you wrote me that nv
income was from dividends, and
knew and thought nothing about it, but
If the stock which came to me was
worthless how could it pay dividends?''
1T did not" he answered huskily.
@Ihat distillery stock, tell you. isn't
worth the matches to burn it,
'But there has been no difference
In my income" she persisted steadily.
'Why? Can you explain that to me?'
Eyes; I can," he replied. And it
seemed to her that he spoke with a
pallid and bitter desperation, like a
man driven to the wall. II can if you
think you want to know
II do"
II sent it,
"Do you mean from your own
II mean it was my own money!
She had not taken her eyes from his,
which met hers straightly and angrily,
and at this she leaned forward, gazing
at him with profound scrutiny.
"Why did you send it?'' she asked.
"Charity," he answered after palpa-
bic hesitation.
Her eyes widened, and she leaned
back against the Intel of the door,
staring at him incredulously. 'Char-
tty!' she echoed in a whisper.
Perhaps he mistook her amazement
at his performance for dismay caused
by the sense Of her own position, for
as she seemed to weaken before him
the strength Of his own habit Of domi-
nance came back to him. "Charity,
madam he broke out, shouting intol-
erably. "Charity, dye hear? I was
friend Of the man that made the money
you and your grandfather squandered;
was a friend Of Jonas Tabor, I say!
That's why I was willing to support
you for year and over rather than
let niece Of his suffer-
"'Sufferv" she cried. "'Supportv
You sent me a hundred thousand
francsv'
The white splotches which had mot
tied Martin Pixies face disappeared as
if they had been suddenly splashed
with hot red. "You go back to my
house," he said. "What I sent you
only shows the extent Of N.Y.
"Efrontery!'' The word rang through
the whole house, so loudly and clearly
did she strike it-rang in his ears till
it stung like castigation. 1t was ON
nous: portentous Of justice and of dis
aster. There was more than doubt of
him in it-there was conviction.
He fell back from this word, and
when he again advanced Ariel had left
the house. She had turned the next
corner before he came out of the gate,
and as he passed his own home on his
way downtown he saw her white dress
mingling with his daughters near the
horse block beside the frs, where the
two, with their arms about each other,
stood waiting for Sam Warden and the
open summer carriage.
Judge Pike walked on, the white
splotches reappearing like a pale rash
upon his face. A yellow butterfly zig
Jagged before him, knee high, across
the sidewalk. He raised his foot and
half kicked at it.