Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1908-10-08

fault is that? Not mine. l kept the
money for your father. I am a man
Of nv word. When 1 make cove
nant I do not break it. But my SON
my son!'
Your son is now with us
You say be has stolen the money.
Let your father not spare him. 1neTe
lis no good in being lenient. Be just.
when my son robbed me, did not
spare him. ] will not lift a little fin
ger to save Jasper, who now, as you
say, has robbed your father. Wait
where you are; I will run in, and
write something, which will perhaps
satisfy Mr.. Jordan; wait here, you
cannot enter, or your horse would run
away. What did you give for that
him? l don't mind ten pounds. He's
not worth more. See how he hangs
his off hind leg. That's a blemish
that would stand in your way Of sell
ing. Would you like to go over the
factory? No charge, you can tip the
foreman a shilling. No cloth weaving
your way, only wool growing; and
judging from what I saw of your
MISUNDERSTANDING With cacKle
the old man slipped in and shut the
door in Barbara's face.
Miss Jordan tood pating the
neck of her disparaged horse. You
are not to be parted with, are you,
Jack, to an old skipfint who would
starve your
The cob put his nose on her Shout
der, and rubbed it. She looked round.
Everything spoke OF soridness, only
the factory seemed cared for, where
money was made. None was wasted
on the adornment, even on the decen-
cies Of life.
The door opened. Mr.. Babb had
locked it after him as he went in. He
came out with a folded letter in his
hand.
Here he said, give that to your
father
I must tell you, Mr.. Babb, that
OuI 2Uu y do pei ID Will U.s. liz pAO
fesses to have lost the money. He
met with an accident and was nearly
killed. He remains with us, as a SORT
.of steward to my father, Tor a WnIlo,
only for while
Let him stay. l don't want him
back, l won't have him back. l dare
say, now, it would do him good TO
have his Bible. III give you, that Uo
take to him. He may read and
come 10 repentance
1t is possible that there may pc
other things of his he will want. If
you can make them up into a bundle
I will send for them. No. she said
alter a pause, 1 will not send for
them. l will take them myself
You will not mind staying there
whilst I fetch them?' said Mr.. Babb
OF course you won't. You have the
horse to hold. If you like to take a
look round the garden you may, but
there is nothing to see. Visit the
mill if you like. You can give two
pence to boy to hold the horse.
Then he slipped in again and re-
locked the door.
Barbara was only detained ten min
utes. Mr.. Babb came back with a
tumble of clothes. a Bible, and a VIC
lin, not tied together, but in his arms
anyhow. He threw everything on the
doorstep.
There, he said, I will hold the
bride, whilst you make this into a
bundle. I'm not natty with my fin
gers He TX the horse from her.
Barbara knelt under the portico and
folded Jasper's clothes, and tied all to-
gether in an old table cover the father
gave for the purpose. Take the fd-
de, he said, or I'll smash it.
She looked up at him graveIy,
whilst knotting the ends.
Have you a message for your son
of love and forgiveness?'
forgiveness! it is your father he
has robbed Love-There is no
love lost between us
He is lonely and sad said Barbara,
not now looking up, but busy with her
hands, tightening the knots and in
tent on the bundle. I can see that
his heart is aching; night and day
there is a gnawing pain in his breast.
No one loves him, and he seems to
me TO be a man who Graves for love,
who might be reclaimed by love.
Don't forget the letter for your
father said Mr.. Babb.
What about your son? Have you
no message for him?'
None. Mind that envelope. What
| it contains is precious
Is it cheque for fifteen hundred
pounds?'
oh. dear me no! 1t Is a text Ct
scripture
Then, hastily, Mr.. Babb stepped
back, shut the door, and bolted and
chained it.
CHAPTER XIV.
A Sine Qua Non.
Barbara was on her way home from
IAshburton. She had attended her