The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-13

1 sweep Of something through the air. | and was beaten down, caught up.
 whirled away upon a jagged mill that spun him around and around and struck him limb from limb. When Mir. Dombey recovered his senses he saw men bear something past on a covered board. It lay heavy and still, and he turned away trem- bling.
 He returned to London a man sud- denly grown old. Again he shut him- self up in his great house. Month af- ter month 1t stood, silent and gloomy. while the servants held quiet and mournfully joyful feasts below stairs. where they talked 'it' over with never failing interest. Then one day there came a suddenly hustle into the dreary mansion. Strange visitors arrived visitors with greasy note books and shrewd dirty faces, who addressed the footman as "old boy" and pinched hangings and tapestries with grimy but skillful fingers. The house of Dombey & Son had failed and was be- ing 'sold up."
 Through 1t all. Mfr. Dombey sat shut in his room, a haggard, wasted like ness of himself breeding over an emp ty fireplace. Now he rose and walk ed about. Now he passed into his dressing room and came back with something in his hand. Now he was looking at the bottom of the door and thinking--thinking that if blood were to trickle that way and to flow out into the hall 1t would be a long time going so far. He sat down again and thought.
 Suddenly he rose with terrible face, his hand grasping firmly the thing he had brought. At that instant he was arrested by a cry--a wild. loud. piercing. loving cry-and at his knees was his daughter.
 clinging to him, praying to him, un- changed still. of all the world un- changed. raising the same face to his as on that last miserable night.
 Dear papa" cried she. don't look so strangely upon me! I never meant to leave you. I was frightened when I went awy and could not think. Papa. Dearest papa! Forgive mel
 He tottered to his chair. He felt her draw his arms around her neck He felt her wet cheek against his He felt--oh, how deeply--all that he had done.
 Upon the breast that he had bruised. against the heart he had almost broken. she drew his face, now covered with his hands. and said, sobbing.
 Papa. love. am a wife, am mar ried to Walter Gay Forgive me. dear papa, and never lot us be parted any more. never let us be parted any morer
 His gray had was encIrcled by her arms. He kissed her on the lips. and lifting up his eyes. said: "Oh, my God. forgive me. for need 1t very mucht'
 A bottle that has long been exclud- | cd from the light of day and is hoary with dust and cobwebs is standing on | the table in the little back parlor be- hind the shop over which the Little Midshipman stands guard as of yore. You are right. Mir. Gills'' says MEg Dombey; "this is most delicioKa wine"
 Captain Cutie beams with joy kfr. Dombey mods to him.
 We have always promised our l selves" says Sol Gills. Ned Cuttle and I, that we would drink this one day to Walter, safe at home, though such a home we never dreamed of"
 'sTo Walter and his wife" says Mir Dombey. and turns to kiss her.
 There are two children now, a boy and a girl The old, white- haired gentleman loves tkem both. but he hoards the girl in his heart. He steals to her when she is in bed When they are quite alone together the little girl sometimes asks:
 Dear grandpapa. why do you cry when you kiss me?"
 He only answers. Little Florencel Little Florencel" and smooths away the curls that shade her earnest eyes