The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-08-18

II IL wasn't that he's your brother, Nett.
IN IL IL wasn't for Bobby. Dorland was
~dreadfully cruel. even TO Cynthy.'
How did you know he was up hers?'
he asked.
From the lawyer that pays over the
money. Dorlsnd has had il sent out here
TO Kowatin this two years. And he sent
word 20 the lawyer a month ago that he
wanted IL to get here as usual. The letter
left the same day as I did. and il got here
yesterday with me. I suppose. He'll be
after it-perhaps to-day. He wouldn't
let it wait long. Dorl wouldn't
Foyle started. "To-day-to-day-"
There was a CLEAN in his eyes. a setting
Of the lips. a line sinking into the forehead
between the eyes.
"I've been watching for him all day.
and I'll watch till he comes. I'm going
TO say some things to him that he won't
forget. I'm going TO get Bobby's money.
or have the law do ~it-unless you think
I'm a brute. Nett" She looked at him
wistfully.
That's all right. Don't worry about
me. 10. He's my brother, but l know
him-I know him through and through.
He's done everything thai a man can do
and not be hanged. A thief. a drunkard
and a brute-and he killed a man out here
I know it, he added hoarsely. Il found
it out myself-myself. IL was murder.
Suddenly, as he looked at her, an idea
seemed to fash into his mind. He came
very near and looked at her closely. Then
he reached over and almost touched the
scar O n her forehead.
Did he do that. Jo?"
For an instant she was silent and looked
down at the floor. Presently she raised
her eyes, her face sufYused. Once or twice
she tried to speak. but failed. Al last she
gained courage and said:
After Cynthy's death I kept house for
him q year. you know. taking caro- Of little
Bobby loved him soho has Cynthy's
eyes. Ono day Dorland-oh, Nett, Of
course 1 oughtn't to have stayed there
I know 1t now; but I was only 10. and what
did I understand And my mother was
dead. One day-oh, Nett. you can guess.
He said something to me. I made him
leave the house. Before I could make
plans what to do he came back mad with
drink.
Il went for Bobby. to get out Of the house.
but he caught hold Of me. struck him
in the face and he threw me against the
edge Of the door-it made the scar"
Foyle's face was white. why did you
never write and tell me that. 10? You
know that = He stopped suddenly.
You had n out Of our lives down
there. j didn't n where you were
for a long time: and then-then it was all
right about Bobby and me. except that
Bobby didn't get the money that was his.
But now
Foyle's voice was hoarse and low. He
made that scar. and he tried-and you
only I8- Oh. my Godl"
Suddenly his face Redeemed. and he
choked with shame and anger. And he's
my brother!' was all he could say.
do you see him up here ever" she asked.
pityingly.
Il never saw him till a week ago. A
moment. then he added. "The letter wasn't
to be sent here in his own name. was it1'
She nodded. yes. in his own name.
Dorland W. Foyle. Didn't he 60 by that
name when you saw him.
There was an oppressive silence. in
which she saw that something moved
him strangely. and then he answered:
mo, he was going by the name Of Hal
beck-Hiram Hslbeck." .
The girl gasped. Then the whole thing
burst upon her.
Hiram Halbeck! Nett-Hiram Halbeck.
the theft read it all in the papers-the
thief that you caught. and that got away.
And you've left the police because OF it
and-oh, Nett!' Her eyes we're full Of
tears. her face drawn and gray
He nodded.
Il didn't know who he was till I arrested
him" he said. Then sfterward I thought
Of his child and let him get away--and for
my poor old mothers sake-she was fond
Of him in spite Of all.
-She never knew how bad he was sven
a. a boy. But I remember how he used
to steal the brandy from her bedside when
she had the fever and drink IL. She never
knew the worst Of him.
But I let him away In the night. 10. and
I resigned. and they thought that Hal
beck had beaten me and escaped. or
course. I couldn't stay in the force. having
done that. I couldn't.
But. by the heaven above US. II I had
him here now I'd do the thing-I'd do it
do il. so help me God!'
Why should you ruin your life for him''
she said with an outburst Of indignation.
All hat was in her heart welled up in her
eyes at the thought Of what Foyle was.
" thubb bOt uo W NV ilubJ pay LOT lie
wickedness. not you. II would be a sin.
You and what becomes OF you mean 50
much"
Suddenly with a fash OF purpose she
added:
He will come for that letter. Nett. He
would run any kind OF risk TO get a dollar.
He will come here for that letter-perhaps
to-day"
He shook his heat moodily. oppressed
by The trouble that was on him. Hes not
likely to venture here after what's hap
pened."
You don't know him az well az l do.
Nett. He is so vain he'd do it. just to show
that he could. He'd probably come in the
evening. Does any one know him here?
30 many people pass through Kowatin
every day. Has any one seen himr"
only Billy Goatry," he answered. work.
ing his way to a solution Of the dark prob
lem. Only Billy Goatry knows him. The
fellow that led the s~inging-that was
Goatry."
There he is now.' he added. as Billy
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