The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-12-23
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do you remember how begged
| you not to send me to the Redmnrsi
Road9 Well, don't like this othe,
place you've sent ME to. don't like
the place mt ull."
What place are you talking OFF,"
Coventry. hate It. You'll let me
come buck soon. won't you? -. Miss
Lizzie, you know, I'm sorry about Sat
urdny nlght--beips, 80 late--and al
that. Your father hasn't said any.
thing yet. or course, II lie speaks t
me- 1 shall tell him lin Sorry
lIc said 1t to Mr. CrNnden presently
fri The small room at the yard. He ant
Ills employer had been going through
last weeks pay sheet.
MIR. Vincent" said crundcn gravely
81 Judged by many signs sat,irdn,
evening that you--l1ad been acting i'm.
prudent. Now. sir. I'm old enough tc
be your father-I am older do think
! than Sir John--so perhaps you'll lister
without offense to the remarks which
1 shall let fall"
At the first word OF this second
lecture Mr.. Jack amartly brought his
heels together; and, erect. silent. grave
he stood before his superior officer. II
was the old orderly-room manner, az.
sumed instlnctly as most suitable for
the occasion: he was again subaltcrr
taking wlgging from the colonel ir
the approved military style. No do.
Tense; no explanation: brief statement
OF regret, when. your colonel gets tired
of it or loses his breath.
II am sorry. SIR It sllan't happen
again.
But when all was over-with formal
manners laid by. and they wore stroll.
Ing through the arcllway side by side
Mr.. Crunden began again.
"YOu know rep1prlfc 1nl
fall were simply for your own good
feel sure your own father-Sir John
would indorpc -
"Oh. hang It ALL" said jack rather
warmly, don't rub 1t in. Don't go or
rubbing IL In. II was after business
hours --"
Yes. yes. Well say no more"
Don't" said Jack; and then, after
gulp, as though swallowing the ten.
and gave Mr.. Crunden a slap on the
shoulder. You can see ] was ashamed
Of myself. Well, then. az between
men and brothers--as between good
pals-you needn't try TO rub 1t in
and he hurried away towards the
estate.
crunden, walking by himself with
his hands in the pockets OF his gray
jacket. thought of the present and OF
Liz past. lac uIOHH tDTuSGlS
enough; but, thinking thus. he was sad
and heavy of heart. lie thought Of his
son Dick. Why would not his own son
bear advice and rcproof? Why would
not he work. or feel the least sym.
pathy for workers? Was 1t the fault
OF the father? Surely not all the ia.
Tiers fault?
He walked up Hill Rise. looking to
right and left at the houses already
empty, at the houses that soon would
be empty too; but he saw without
seeing. His difficult enterprise. hts an
noyance at delay. his hopes for promp,
successful had faded from his mind
he was walking In the past; he was
walking with ghosts.
Dick would never brook hard words
Dick was obdurate to kind words. You
could not lead him. you could not en-
tlce him. you could not coerce him
He must have known that there was
love for him, IL he would but deserve
tiff he would but accept it. Even
the hedgehog loves its young-Dicii
must have known that. Open revolt
scorn of his humble origin. sneerine
jokes about common toll and honest re.
wards-these were the things that the
doomed boy offered in exchange for
all ones care and thought.
crunden shrugged his shoulders
tilted his square hat back OH his head