Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-29

Anthony ran for the house. and FOLLY.
from sheer excitement. ran halfway with
him, and then. remembering that his
uncle was still unconscious, and that II
he were drowned his father would be the
heir. he ran back in a state Of the great
EST excitement to see If Cammarleigh had
been brought round.
Cammarleigh was not long in recover
ing consciousness. but he had really had
a shock. and had to be put to bed.
1t took Anthony barely FIVE minutes to
change.
Cammarleigh. on recovering his speech
might be incoherent. and there was no
telling what he might say. AS he was
assisted into the hall everybody was as
tonished to see Anthony descending the
stairs dressed II he had been hours
over his toilet and perfectly self-pos-
sessed- He took the care of their damp
host entirely out of the hands of the
other guests with positively filial So
Hcitude which was quite touching as
viewed by those around. He declared
that Camarleish above all things must be
kept perfectly quiet. and he begged that
no one would enter his room. at any rate
till the doctor had seen him.
When CamMarleigh found himself in
bed. and with no one else in the room
but Anthony to attend on him. he treIn-
bled. He had never felt SO helpless since
the moment Anthony had clutched him on
the shoulder at his own front door in
Grosvenor Square. He lay silently watch
ing the slim figure of his prosecutor
Every now and then Anthony moved to
the dressing table to give his hair a
brush. Such wetting had not agreed
with II at all. He was reused from his
meditations by deep sigh from the bed.
He crossed over and said. not unkindly:
How do you feel now?
Il feel better. thank you,' said Cam
n1arieigh. weakly.
Anthony.
Yes"
or course. it wouldn't have suited me
al all for you 10 drown 1t would have
been great score for you. AS 1t is.
you have only made things more difficult
for yourself. and very much easier for
me" AS the figure in the bed preserved
a gloomy silence. Anthony continued
You see. you'll have TO pretend to be
grateful to M. and you will find that
very difficult. on the other hand. how
much easier that makes IL for me to &C
cept things from you!" Cammarleigh
still made nc reply: in fact. such courage
as he had ever possessed lay at the bot
tom of the river. Anthony continued
He himself was feeling soothed and
rested after the excitement You see"
he said. settling himself comfort ably in
the broad old-fashioned window seat,
WITH the SIo"IIl6 Suspicion
that / am your SON."
At last Cammarleigh in a far-off voice,
replied. The statement was astound-
ing that he almost wondered whether II
not phase of delirium. He raised
himself on his elbow in order TO assure
himself of the reality of Anthony's pres
enct.
My son? Who says you are my SOM
Il believe good many people say So"
Did you spread the rumor?
Thank you. no. said Anthony. And
then, With real dignity, he added: II
would sooner be the son of my father
than the son of any other man
No well-bred person could answer this.
and Cammarleigh was again silent, but
the idea seethed within his BRAIN and
finally he gave a small. decrepit cry OF
anguish. and beating the pillow with a
skinny fist croaked:
My SONNY SON Oh. it's too dis
graceful. It's enough to destroy ones
faith in Providence
Nothing amazes me more said An
thony. than the way people wax indig-
nant over ,h9r petty grievances. How
many times a. you imagine have these