The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-05-08
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your ASSASSIN wouId nave stabbed me
at my door," Arthur Holbrook rose
and flung down his pipe SO that the
Goals leaped from it. "But it's all over
now-this long exile Of mine, this pur.
suit of Pat, this hideous use of your
daughter to pluck your chestnuts from
the fire. BY God, you've got to quit
you've got to go!"
But I want my money! want my
money!" roared Henry, as though in.
sisting upon right; but Arthur ig.
nored him, and went on.
"You were the one who was strong;
and great things were expected of
you, to add to the traditions of family
honor; but our name is only men,
toned with q sneer where men re-
member it at all. You were spoiled
and pampered; you have never from
your early boyhood had thought that
was not for yourself alone. You were
always envious and jealous of any,
body that came near you, and not least
of me; and when I saved you, when I
gave you your chance to become a
man at last, to regain the respect you
had flung away so shamefully, you did
not realize it, you could not realize it;
you took 1t as a matter of course, az
though I had handed you a cigar I
ask you now, here in this place, where
/ am known and respected ask you
here, where I have toiled with my
hands, whether you forget why I am
here?"
Il must have my money: Patricia
must make the DIVISION" replied Hen.
ry. doggedly.
Certainly! Certainly! I devoutly
hope she will give it to you; you need
fear no interference from me. The
sooner you get it and fling it away the
better. Patricia has been animated by
the best motives in Withholding It;
she regarded it as sacred trust to ad.
minister for your own good, but now
want you to have your money"
III can have my share, II you will
persuade her to give 1t, ! will pay you
all l owe you" Henry began, eagerly.
What you owe me-what you owe
mel" and Arthur bent toward his
brother and laughed laugh that was
not good to hear you would give me
money-money-you would pay ma
money for priceless things!"
He broke of suddenly, dropping his
! arms at his sides helplessly.
There is no use in trying to talk
to you: we use different vocabulary,
Henry"
But that trouble with Gillespie-if
Patricia knew"
yes; II she knew the truth! And
you never understood, you are incap-
able of understanding, that it meant
something to me to lose my sister out
of my life. When Helen died"-and
his voice fell and he paused for mo-
ment, as a priest falters sometimes,
gripped by some phrase in the Office
that touches hidden depths in his own
experience, then when Helen died
there was still Patricia, the noblest
sister men ever had; but you robbed
me of her-you robbed me of her!"
He was deeply moved and, as he
controlled himself, he walked to the
little table and fingered the ribbons of
the work-basket.
you're after-1 never had them" he
said. Gillespie kept tight hold Of
them"
YES; the vindictive old DEVIL"
Men who have been swindled are
usually vindictive," replied Arthur,
grimly. Gillespie is dead. suppose
the executor of his estate has those
The fool. I've never been able to
get anything out Of him."
IF he's a fool It ought to be all the
easier to get your pretty playthings
away from him. Old Gillespie really
acted pretty decently about the whole
business. Your daughter may be able
to get them away from the boy; he's
infatuated with her; he wants to mar
~ her, 1t seems"
my daughter is not in this matter"
said Henry, coldly, and then anger mas
tered him again. IT don't believe he
has them; you have them, and that's
why l have followed you here. I'm 60
ing5to Patricia to throw myself on
her mercy, and that ghost must not
rise up against me. I want them;
have come to get those notes."
l was aroused by shadow-like
touch on my arm, and knew without
seeing who it was that stood beside
me. A faint hint as Of violets stole
upon the air; her breath touched my
cheek as she bent close to the little
window, and she sighed deeply as in
relief at beholding a scene Of peace.
Arthur Holbrook still stood with
bowed head by the table, his back to
his brother, and I felt suddenly the
girls hand clutch my wrist. She with
her fresher eyes upon the scene saw,
before grasped it, what now occurred.
Henry Holbrook had drawn a revolver
from his pocket and pointed 1t full at
his brothers back. We two at the
window saw the weapon flash menac.
ingly; but suddenly Arthur Holbrook
flung round as his brother cried:
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