The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-11-25
room--lf you want me-"


Lizzie put tho letters together on
the desk. got up. looked out OF tina
window again, and then. with slow
footsteps. went towards tho parlor.
There said Mrs. Prico very seri-
ously; you sec. Languid. listless: not
the girl she was" And with every
word Mrs. Price became more serious
and solemn. You can see 1t for your
self. II was you. should take 1t as
a warning. She's all you have left to
you. Don't neglect 1t. Remember
don't make another mistake"
Mr.. Crundcn started.
what do you mean by that?"
what l say
els 1t your own thought. or an echo
OF something you once heard"
..Thc thoughts are my own. the words
arc an echo. Yes-I meant them for
to BIO an echo..'
Mr.. cr1inden walked over to the
empty fireplace and took his tobacco
jar from the hantel-shelf.
We'll" he said. you may go. And
you may mind your own business
Left alone. he stood perfectly stu,
with the china Jar In his hands think
ing for long time. AS he stood thus
it was as II the walls of the room had
faded, as IL the years had rolled away.
as IL tho past was showing itself act
ing itself before him. He could sec
dead faces. could hear dead voices. He
was standing here no longer He WAS
sitting upstairs by a sick-hed. Mrs.
Price. on the other side of tho bed. had
an arm round his wife. who was dying.
The poor wife whom he loved lay
Whispering. sasping, fighting for
breath, while she made him promise to
guard and cherish the girl that was
left. He could hear the whispering
voice: BE gentle with her. Remember
'Dick-remember. Don't make another
chair to his knees. no promised. II was
night--the middle Of the highland
before the dawn came she was dead.
Well. he had kept his promise; there
was no need for any vow: for his own
sake he had been kind to the mother
less girl. She was all of love that was
left to him.
Presently he replaced the tobacco
jar. He had forgotten that he intended
to smoke a pipe.
Well Who's that?"
On this warm afternoon the front
door was open. Someone had entered
the lobby and was tapping on the
wood panels.
Mr. Crunden-are you alone? May
us that you. Mr.. Bowling? Yes
come In, SIR"
I've got something to show you
that will amuse you.''
What is it?"
YLook here" Mr.. Bowling laid his
billycock hat and his umbrella upof
the table. and extracted from his
breast-pocket some neatly folded docu.
ments. Particulars OF the SALE"
"Oh!"
"An advance copy sent me out ot
compliment by Grisgs-the London
auctioneers." and Mr.. Bowling unfold-
ed the auctioneers' printed papers, to-
gether with coored map. which he
carefully spread on the table. When
they SEQ this up there" and he nodded
! his head in the direction of the Hill.
! they'll be fairly panic- stricken
Mr.. Crunden came to the back OF the
table and glanced over Mr.. Dowling'a
| shoulder.
"'Hill Rise Building Estate" ha
|; read aloud. "'Ripe for development
They're a sharp firnl-Grigss. They
; Bowling, unfolded another map and;
scheme for laying out roads, to secure
| tho longest frontages,'H and Mr.. Dow
ling chuckled admiringly as he looked
at tho plan. = must say Grlggs has
got this up very Nicely
Ono res trictions 4of any NATURE"
read Mr.. Crunden, fare imposed upon
| the landa... Ah!1. To be sold with
out reservei'1 Do you believe that?"
no; of course not
What reserve will they putfon lt:"
(To be Continued To-Morrow,)