Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1907-04-17

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You have the right, Mr.. FarwelI,
all the right the law and God can give
YOU and Cheney told him the pitiful
story.
Farwen sat with bowed head, and
the tears slowly trickled through his
myers. Poor mother, poor little
mother, he said. And that brute,
that brute-God what punishment
nell get some day" Suddenly he
looked up and said: "Col. Cheney,
we're not through yet. 1 want to see
my-no, l can't call him by that sa-
cred name-I want to see Eastman;
can you locate him? ?"
I've already done so. Yesterday |
wlred my California offices and this
morning the answer is here saving
ne lives on a ranch not far from Los
Angeles. You have a claim on him.
MI. Farwell-if you want to exer-
else it."
Claim on him, bah! My dollars
are all clean and honestly earned. /
wouldn't cCntaminate them with a
cent OF his money; but | want to see
him, want to tell him what l think
OF MIN. I'm going out there and [
want you 10 go along. To-day we can
start"
Steady, Mr.. Farwell, steady. We
won't have to go out there. My mes
sage says Mr.. Eastman is in Chicago
now. He's here on business. Thirty
minutes ago | located him in the
Blank hotel
Come on them" shouted Farwell,
beside himself. Come on right
now"
Again Cheney cautioned the excit-
ed man. Steady, Mr.. Farwell I'll
go with you all right enough. but be-
fore We leave l want that gun in your
pocket. Hand it over.' FarwelI did
SO and Cheney continued: I'm not
going to have you commit a crime.
There is no law can reach the man.
The Almighty will deal with him,
and besides, he's your father, and
you want Miss Davis, do you not?''
Blanche! Yes, you're right,
colonel. I'll do as you say
Arriving at the hotel they were for
tunate to find Mr.. Eastman in his
room. Cheney's card alone was taken
up. Mr.. Eastman will see you in
his room," said the bell boy.
Cheney and Farwell walked in the
room, and there stood Eastman.
Large, rotund, we'll groomed, two
eyes glancing from out of puffy lids,
a sensual mouth and a leering smile.
well, Col. Cheney he said, glanc-
ing from the card to the two men, ito
what am | indebted for the honor of
this visit?''
Cheney bowed and smiled showing
his even white teeth. Il merely
called to introduce you to your son,
Mr.. Eastman"
my SOM" said Eastman, falling
oack, his eyes almost starting from
their sockets. My son! Man, l
haven't any SON."
"Oh, yes you have, Mr. Eastman.
Maggie Reyburn's child You remem-
Der her, don't you?" drawled Cheney.
Maggie Reyburn's son? Why,
she's dead. years ago.
Eyes, l know that, and so do you.
Your abuse, neglect and desertion
killed her, but she left a boy; you
know that too She was your wife.
Here's a record of the marriage. You
can't deny that, can you?" East
man couldn't, he didn't attempt it,
but sank, a quivering mass of flesh,
in a chair and hid his face. Farwell
strobe forward and by one sweep of
his hand raised the mans head Con
tempt was written in Farwell's very
then for five minutes poured forth a
torrent of invective which seemed to
wither the elder mans very soul.
Let him go, Farwell," said Cheney,
laying his hand on the young man s
arm. Let him 60"
"Yes, I'm going to, colonel I'm go
ing to let him go and rot in his own
debasement and conceit. AS you
said the Almighty will deal with him
and his soul will suffer the fortunes
of hell ! wanted name, but I don't
want his. I'll Keep the one | have;
the man who had it was poor but,
thank God, he was honest" and like a
cyclone Farwell flung himself out the
door.
Cheney attended his wedding later
but the law had given him the right
to call himself Charles B. Farwell.'
Copyright, 10y w. G. Chapman)