Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-06

the stained glass windows tinged his
stern face with blood. In this ROOM once
the banqueting hall of the Caerlyns. he
was seen to advantage. Mrs. Lampirthy
felt small and out of place. He was in
the picture and she was not. Whoever
he was, he was man to be feared and
conciliated. and amid his present sur.
roundings he doomed up like some great
religious fighter from the past-ferce.
rugged and pitiless. neither capable OF
fear nor mercy. For the first time In her
life Mrs. Lampirthy felt that wealth was
not the greatest power In the world.
II do not know who you are" she said.
after a long silence. NOR why you speak
to me like this. But wish you we'll and
you owe much to my husband.
"You speak the truth" he replied. "Yet
I do not know that my duty to him de-
mands my silence. Perhaps 1t would be
right for me to speak. 1t Is clear that
he does not know.
Mrs Lampirthy lost all control over
herself and. catching hold of his arm,
chung to 1t and looked up into the dark,
bearded face.
II was very young" she cried. scarce
ly more than a child-the sin was not
mine"
NO he replied, gravely. "it was not
yours. 1t was the sin OF the man. He
has suffered for it. 1t led him into h-li
and he died.
What must I pay:" she cried. "What
do YOU ask?'
II ask nothing he replied II should
not have spoken. save for the sake of
my poor brother and comrade. Yet l
must speak the words that are in my
mind. BY myself I am nothing, but
speak to you with the voice of One who
is greater than all the universe. In your
hands lies the power to do much good in
the world I only ask you to devote
yourself to the great cause in which Mr..
Lampirthy has already labored so UNI
selishly and go WELL
"And If 1 do not?' she Queried, with
a look Of fear.
eff you do not he continued. II shall
not Judge you, but God, who has given
to all men and women chance to atone
for their sins, will be your Judge
She moved slowly away from him. a
poor. pitiful figure of woman. Then
she turned on him in burst of anger:
and her small. mean soul stood naked
In the light of her words.
The door opened and footman entered.
1.-The motor car is at the door. madam -
Would you care to go with the chauf-
feur. Father Francis?" asked Mrs. Lam
YES" he replied. cit is better that l
should go. I can take the doctor straight
to his patient and answer his questions
on the way. Yes. 1 will certainly 60
She accompanied him to the door,
where the great sixty-horsepower Mer-
cedes was trembling like horse at the
starting post.
You will be cold" she said, as she
looked at his brown serge robe. Fetch
an overcoat. Andrews; you will find one
of the masters in the anteroom."
mo. thank YOU" said Father Francis;
cts warm night
How far Is it to Aberllyn, Willams?"
asked Mrs. Lampirthy. as the two men
seated themselves In the motor car.
Seventeen miles, madam
"How long will you take?'
twenty-five minutes. madam. with a
clear road and no police
Don't mind the police, Williams. I'll
pay the fines. Get there in twenty min
utes If you can"
The man grinned and touched his cap.
And the next moment the vibration
ceased, the car slid swiftly forward and
Mrs. Lampirthy stood for a moment on
had died away in the distance.
Il hope they will break their necks,
she said piously, as she returned into
the house.
Mrs. Lampirthys prayer was not an
swered. In an hour and ten minutes the
motor returned to the village with DR..
Parry of Aberllyn.
But before they reached the little camp
a ragged, long-haired preacher came out
to meet them. They learnt from him
that Harry Brandon was dead.
"Overwork, exposure and a body not
used to this sort OF life" was the doc
tors verdict.
1.-THE first martyr In our cause" replied
Father Francis, ste2nly. God Will re-
ward him" Then h. knelt On the ground
and prayed