The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-10-20
Or the Parmenter Millions
By ARTHUR w. MARCHMONT,
Author q By Right Of Sword" When Was Gar" Etc.

ingly. SHE'S my wife right enough
for all that that young brute Of son
of hers said, with his blatherunskite
bring 'em here, IL he dare, the young
fool. Blufing me! Let him bring 'en;
that's all. I'll show him! Threatening
me-"
II behave she's Ill in bed, sor; but
/ haven't seen her the day"
I'm bed! III! That's pleasure. that
is; that's all. Just delight at seeing
her dear old husband come home
again; and fine home, too" he added
with an oath. Hand over that wills
Key, my dear"
It's very strong, Eor."
II know all about 1t. They thought
I'd had a skinful last night, but George
Puryis knows what's what. You bet,
and he winked again knowingly as he
mixed himself a whiskey and soda.
Can go now, sor? My work is''-
Let the work go and hang itself. j
don't como home every day. and II
can't let pretty girl skip her work
for nm hour I might as well have stayed
away. How old are you, Mollie?"
Olive hcsltated a second, and then,
with happy thought. mentioned the
same age as Selma Hammond's. The
shot told at once.
why, then. you were born in the
Same year as my little girl" he ex-
claimed: and. being now a little maud
lin with the drink, despite his boast,
he shook his head mournfully and
sighed. Lord, how / loved that kid
die" and he sighed again.
Has your honor a daughter, them"
: II had, Mollie; had; but they tell
me she's--shc's dead" He shook his
head again end sighed deeply. "Died,
years ago. out there across the Allan
tic, in Chicago. Did we ever hear of
that place. Molle?y
Sure an I did that, sor. One o. my
dearest friends came from Chicago.
We were Just loike sisters, Selma
and
what name did you say?" he cried
sharply.
"Sure. sor. / didn't mane anythin'
by It," cried Olive. starting back
Say that name again." he said In
the same sharp tone.
ITS frightening me ye are, sor,
shpakin' in that tone"
Did you say selma2''
That's Just what OF did. sor But
where's the harm in my sayin' it,"
He was intensely excited. III they've
told me lie TIP he muttered
leaving the sentence unfinished. TITS
like them. You say she came from
Chicago? Don't be scared. You DOM
understand all this. Did she come
from there? When? And what was
her other nane?"
"It was from Chicago roight enough
She called herself Hammond: but thai
wasn't her roight name. sor. She
would niver tell ME that. It was afraic
she was. afraid of being found by then
as had ill-treated her and she'd rur
away from.
Olive was almost frightened in real.
ity by the passion which blazed up IN
the mans eyes at this. Ho sat think.
ing moodily for a few moments.
His rage was SOLDERING him fast: and
suddenly he turned and seized Olive
by the arm. dragged her to the light
and stared piercingly into her eyes
Are you lying to me. girl? By Heaven
IL you are, Ill pinch the life out O.
you"
When he released her. she turned a.
| IL in fright. Don't you go" he thun
dered. you've said too little or to-
much. Listen to me and answer m!
questions. When did the girl you cal
Selma come over to this country2"
"Sure. you've heightened all TIL
siven sinses out O. me, sor;" and Div
began to shake us IL desperately afraid
IF you've spoken the truth you'v
That's all. Now, when did she com
over?"
"Oi don't roightly know. sor. Tw,
or three years ago. maybe"
! 'Describe her to me-
OItya srava him NS accurate n do
4 scription of Selma Hammond as sh
!. could, for she was scarcely less anN
i ious than he to ascertain whether sh
was his daughter,
He listened intently, nodding a
4 every item in the description. The
he plunged his hand into his poke
and brought out a photograph of
lchild. WAS she anything like that?
1t was Selma Hammond's Likeness.
i sure enough; and Purvis, who had hi
eyes glued to OLIVES face, saw an
understood the smile of recognitio
which she gave. Sure. It nloight b
4 the same" she said very slowly.
/ Look. till you are certain" he in
] sisted, sternly. There's a lot hangin
20 this"
I'm certain that it moight be, sol
I but 1 can't say more"
Il He was quite sober now: rage an
excitement had cleared his brain OF a
4 the fumes OF the liquor. With dee
oath he seized the glass of whiskey {
Ibis elbow and hurled it through til
i open window. smashing it into thou
sand fragments on the path.
ITS my Selma right enough. And
swear to heaven I'll not touch anotht
drop of the cursed stuff TIL I've foun
her, and punished these hell-hounds
His face was TRANSPORTED with rag
, and he threw UP his hands on hiG
& as If to register his oath.
He took u couple of turns across IL
. room, and then, going close to Oily
gripped her by the arm and stare
: into her face. WHO are you? Yc
know something. This isno chan'
9|work. 1t was you who took me ,
! straight to my wife. You know som
thing. You've led me to talk abo1
!, lSelmu on purpose, SO that you cou
tell me this. Now, then, out with 1T
) Tuken by surprise by this uneNpect'
/, development, Olive could hot conce
Il her CONSERVATION and alarm. She cou
only stammer out a denial as she trl,
to get away from the grip in whi'
. lie. held her.
i .'No, you don't Out with 1t, i sa
"A I,,,F M mnllyrOtltlles fool To be hoo