The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-07-17

: Iueu lnlHSS. II 8 TOO strenuous y0
are. Misther Hampton. And what did
We do wild the young lady, OF make
bould to ask"
Hampton carelessly waved his hand
toward the rear room, the door Of
which stood ajar. and blew a thick
cloud of smoke into the air, his eyes
continuing to gaze dreamily through
the open window toward the distant
hills.
Who's running the game over at
the Occidental?" he asked, profession
ally.
Red Slavin, bad cess to him!" and
her eyes regarded her questioner with
renewed anxiety. But sure now,
Bob, ye mustn't think of playin yit
awhoile. Yer narves are in no fit
shape, an won't be fer wake Wit
He made no direct reply, and she
hung about, tapping the dust-rag I'M
easily.
An what did We name ter be dom
wild the young gyurl?" she questioned
at last, in womanly curiosity.
Hampton wheeled about on the
hard chair, and regarded her quizzing-
ly. Mrs. Gufry." he said, slowly,
; you've been a mother to me, and it
; would certainly be unkind not TO give
you straight tip. Do? Why, take
care of her, of course. What else
would you expect of one possessing
nay kindly disposition and well-known
motives of philanthropy? Can it be
that have resided with you, OF and
on. for ten years past without your
ever realizing the fond yearnings OF
} my heart? Mrs. Guffy, l shall make
, her the keiress to my millions; l shall
, marry her off to some eastern nabob,
} and thus attain to that high position
in society am so well fitted to adorn
) sure, and what else were you ex-
. pecting Mrs. Guffy?"
! "A loikely story" with a snifr of dis
belief. They tell me she's old ellis
daughter over to Bethune"
They tell you, do they?" a sudden
CLEAN of anger darkening his gray
eyes. who tell your"
Sure. Bob, an thets nuthin' ter git
: mad about, so fur as I kin see. The
story is in iverybody's mouth. 1t wus
thin sojers what brought ye in tibet
tould most ov it, but the lieutenant
Brant of the Seventh cavalry, no less,
who took dinner here afore he whit
back after the dead bodies, give me
her name"
''Brant Of the Seventh" He faced
her fairly now, his face again haggard
and gray, all the slight CLEAN Of fun
gone out of it. WAS that the lads
name?"
Sure, and didn't We know him?"
mo; noticed the e on his hat, of
course, but never asked any questions.
for his face was strange. 1 didn't
know. The name, when you just spoke
it, struck me rather queer II used
to know Brant in the Seventh, but
he was much older; it was not this
man"
e She answered something, lingering
Q for a moment at the door, but he made
t no response, and she passed out ST.
!, lently, leaving him staring moodily
n through the open window, his eyes ap-
pearing glazed and sightless.
I, An hour later he was still sitting on
the hard chair by the window, cigar
between his teeth, thinking. The low
ering sun was pouring q perfect food
of gold across the rag carpet, but he
remained utterly unconscious as tC
- aught save the gloomy trend Of his
u own awakened memories. Some one
raped upon the outer door.
Come in" he exclaimed, carelessly
=. and barely glancing up We'll. what
Is it this time, Mrs. Guffy?"
:, The landlady had never before seer
q this usually happy guest in his pres
ent mood, and she watched him Gu
= riously.
n "a man wants ter see ye." she an
2 nounced, shortly, her hand on thu
n knob.
K. ooh, I'm in no shape for play to
a night; go back and tell him So"
D. Sure, an it's aisy 'nough ter SCI
n thet wild half an eye. But this un ism
It tibet koind of q man, an he's 81
e moighty perlite about it. Oh jist cudn'
1t sind the loikes of him away. It
t, 'Missus Guffy, me dear madam, wu'
n We be koind enough to convey me com
T. pliments to Misther Robert Hampton
" and requist him to grant me a few
ct minutes of his tonne on an importan
,e natter Sure, an what do We thinl
f. Of thet?"
10 Huh, one of those fellows who ha
a. these roomse" and Hampton rose I
c. his feet with animation.
IL The landlady lowered her voice t
d. an almost inaudible whisper.
or It's the Rev. Howard Wynkoop.
Y. she announced, impressively, dwellin
Of upon the name. THE Rev. Howar
e Wynkoop, the Presbyterian missionar
Ks wouldn't tibet cork ye?"
N It evidently did. for Mr.. Hampto
s stared at her for fully a minute in a
"a amazement too profound for fit e.
q preston IN words. Then he swa
" lowed something in his throat.