The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1908-06-09


rising again in futile wrath. DESTROYED
before my eyes, without even letting
me see IL! Isn't IL monstrous?"
1T seems very extraordinary"
Drummond said. but yom wife must
surely have had some reason look
ing at him keenly. TT was done quite
openly
A couple OF weeks later. when Drum
mond was returning to Winnipeg. he
PASSED close TO the farm and curious
to learn what had happened in the
interval-whether the letter had any
result-he stopped and looked in. II
was getting dusk and Grant was sit
ting alone. his arms on the table, his
head in his hands. He looked up as
Drummond stood hesitatng at the
door
"You!" he cried. jumping up with
forbidding look What do you
want? Haven't you done enough mis-.
chief?"
Drummond noticed that the big,
powerful man swayed as he stood. as
though from weakness, and that his
face was haggard with weary. cavern
Gus eyes.
What do you mean?" he exclaimed
Indignantly. IF you think you can
bully me as you did your unfortunate
master, you are very much mistaken"
SO that is what you think?" said
Grant. well, I'm not surprised; l
saw where your sympathies had gone
last time you were here. He took
you in as he did others. He's as cum,
ming as a fox. When the mischief
was done he told us in glee the we
owed it to you
II don't understand" Drummond
said coldly, but with a qualm of mis-
giving. The mans voice carried con.
viction.
Il can explain in a few words. Mr..
Crawford is addicted to the morphia
habit, and It was to try to effect n
cure that his wife brought him here.
The doctor said it was his last chance.
A healthy, outdoor life. away from
temptation out of reach as he
thought. OF his enemy-might restore
his powers of mind and body. He was
drifting rather rapidly down the road
to insanity"
There was an exclamation OF dis
may from his listener.
But these drug people are the most
difficult of all to deal with; they're
worse than drinkers. He has to be
constantly watched or he'd manage to
get the stuff somehow We haven't
neighbcr within half dozen miles
and it's more than double that dis.
tn he
though he was safe enough that way,
he'd loiter about the trail half the
day on the chance OF seeing somebody
go past who'd do his errand for him.
In spite of all our precautions he's
managed to get the drug two or three
times since we've been here and then
well then" grimly, we've had a
hell of q. time.
He was just recovering from an
attack when you came, and was feel
ing particularly low and miserable,
craving. OF course. for the stimulant
He had managed to get an order
through to some fool OF a chemist
but fortunately his name was on the
label and Mrs. Crawford recognized
1t and destroyed the stuff as you saw.
Then YOU with q twist OF the lip.
came along and played the good
Samaritan"
How could l tell? I'm awfully
sorry; I'll never interfere again with
out knowing all the facts but ON the
surface II really seemed as though
ne were being badly treated. IL hope
| didn't do very much harm?"
1T was pretty bad, he kept us go
ing day and night, but he's better
now. You see the attack came be-
fore he had properly recovered from
the other. and when he's had a big
DESCRIBES like a man possessed with
devils. He's as strong again, he'll
laugh and sing and go on in the mad
dest way. Then the reaction comes
and that with shudder, els the
worst of all. Talk of a soul in tor
ment! | have seen what that means
Good Lord. when j think of 1t. / won
DER why such things should be-" Grant
went on, as he moved restlessly about
the room. II knew her Usfore she was
married, | managed her fathers farm.
IT you had seen her then YOU would
hardly recognize her She was as CAV
as lark; as strong and fresh and
pretty as the heather at home.
And look at her now" His voice
broke. And she loves the man stln
would do anything in the world for
aim. If she's hard on him. it's only for
his own good
Drummond got mp when the door
opened leading upstairs. and Mrs.
Crawford came in
Her face was white and tired, but
all the hardness had gone from It.
The lips smiled TREMENDOUSLY, the eyes
were deep and tender
Hes sleeping quietly at last" she
said. Thank Cod he'll get better
now"
As Drummond went away he re-
membered having read somewhere
that The tragedy OF love is when
there is none for whom II can sacri.
fee Itself. And he thought he under
stood Derek Vane in London Black
and White