The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1907-02-08

| kicked now. Sit down, Arch: you
know you can't stay at home now"
Yes. to be sure he could not stay there
any longer. No II knew that any bet
ter than Arch. The landlord had
warned him out that very morning. A
headquarters rent was still due, and
the meager furniture would hardly SUI
flee 10 satisfy his claim. Hitherto, Mrs.
Trevlyn had managed to pay her W
expenses, but. now that she was gone,
Arch knew that it was more than folly
to think of renting a room. But ne
could not suppress a cry of pain when
they came to take away the things, ana
when they laid their rude hands on the
chair in which his mother died, poor
Arch could endure no more, but feu
out into the street and wandered about
TIL hunger and WEAKNESS forced him
back to the old haunt.
He accepted the hospitality OF Grand
ma Rugg, and made his home with her
and Mat. The influences which sur
rounded him were not calculated to de-
yelop good principles, and Arch grew
rude and boisterous, like the other
street boys. He heard the vilest Ian
guage-oaths were the rule rather than
the exception in Grigg Court, as the
place was called-and gambling, and
drunkenness. and RIGHTEOUSNESS
abounded. Still, it was singular how
much evil Arch stunned.
But there was growing within him a
principle of bitter hatred, which one
day might embitter his whole exist
ence. Perhaps he had cause for it: he
thought he had. and cherished it with
jealous care, lest it should be annihil-
ated as the years went on.
From his mothers private papers he
had learned much of her history that
he had before been ignorant of. She
had never spoken to him very freely of
the past. She knew how proud and
high his temper was, and acted with
wisdom in burying the story of her
wrongs in her own breast.
Her father, Hubert T~revlyn, had
come of a proud family. There was no
bluer blood in the land than that which
ran in the veins of the Trevlyns. Not
very far back they had an earl for their
ancestor, and, better than that, the
whole long lineage had never been tar
nished by a breath of dishonor.
Hubert was the sole child of his faith
er. and in him were centered many
bright and precious hopes. His father
Was a kind parent, though a stern one,
who would never brook a shade of dis
obedience in this boy upon whom his
fondest hopes and aspirations were
fixed.
When Hubert was about twenty-four
he vent into the country for his health,
which was never very robust, and while
there he met Helen Crayton. It was
a case of love at first sight, but none
the less pure and steadfast on that ac-
count. Helen was an orphan-a poor
seamstress, but beautiful and intelli-
gent beyond any woman he had ever
met. They loved, and they would not
be cheated out of their happiness by
any worldly opposition. Hubert wrote
to his father. informing him of his love
for Helen, and asking his consent to
their union. Such a letter as he re-
ceived in return! 1t babe him give up
the girl at once and return home. If
he ever spoke of her again he was dis
owned forever! He might consider
himself houseless and homeless.
Hubert had some of the proud Trey
Ign blood in his composition, and this
letter reused it thoroughly. A week
afterward he was the husband of Helen
Crayton. He took his young wife to
the city, and, having something of a
talent for painting, he opened a studio,
hoping to receive sufficient patronage
from his friends to support his family
in comfort.