Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-12-10
THE SAVING OF NEIL.

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The woman before him was superby
beautiful, and he was pleading for her
love
Nurse Brentou shook her head
No. she answered. Il believe every
word you say But cannot he your
Wife,
disappointment supplanted hope in
Frank Walters eyes.
There seems no uncertainty in YOUR
decision he said. but if ever YOU
change your"
The telephone sounded
Urgency case at Hogan's lodging
house. Doctor and nurse at once"
Within few minutes they were walk
ing side by side toward Hogan's.
1T was place where quarrels were
commonplace The methods of adjust
ing differences were primitive and eff
fective
This one was quite simple and sud,
den" explained old Sam Hogan. The
only sad thing about it is that it's The
Squire that's downed. 1t started with
some skunk speaking disrcspectful of
Maisle. In his gentlemanly way The
Squire demanded an apology Some
Others with a grudge against The Squire
Joined in a rush There was a scutfle
in the lobby. The Squire fell sudden
and without fight | saw the reason
when picked him up, knitted and bleed
ing"
They were now in the little room be
side the unconscious man. He bore traces
OF hard living, but he was still Young
and handsome. There was the we'll
nourished body, the intellectual features,
the indefinabe but mmistakabie signs
of caste
There was a startled cry from Nurse
Brenton. Her face was white.
DO you know him?" asked Waller.
Yes. He's an old playmate. Neil
Roslen, younger son of Sir Arthur Ros
len whose hall was but stones cast
from my fathers vicarage."
The patient opened his eyes mo-
ment and gazed wonderingly
Il imagine see my old playmate.
Alice Brenton"
again. DR.. Waller instantly felt an
antipathy towards this man who spoke
so familiarly of Alice Brentou.
We must get him removed to hos
pital," whispered Alice.
He isn't going to hospital" interrupt
ed a firm voice.
Doctor and nurse turned to look at the
slight graceful figure and into the clear
blue eyes of Maisie Hogan.
In lovely garden Maisie would have
been natural. In a Stun lodging house
she was an enigma.
Il am afraid you don't understand Mr.
Rosien's danger"
81 understand his wishes. He has told
me countless times never to let any.
one remove him If he were unable to
protest, | was to do it in his name"
Alice Brenton turned to the doctor
Perhaps it might be wise to humor
this child
She turned to Maisie.
Give him every attention, necessity
and luxury" she said
Nurse Brenton departed under DR..
Walters escort.
At daybreak Alice Brenton was back
again in the little bedroom.
1t wasn't a dream, them" smiled Neil
Roslen, as she entered. It's a small
world after all"
L vs. iJhb ioA ~ tiltuRu lbI DIbItGTH
to walk apart. How have you come to
This 90
You VINO know me need not ask. |
was the younger son. The title, the
estate, were Eric's Everything was
Eric's. You were the only woman
ever loved"
why did you not tell me that be-
fore ?"
Because you. too. were Eric's."
you might have given me the chance
to deny it,"
"Would your"
Erie asked me to be his wife and I
refused because--I loved his younger
brother"
Tears welled in the sick mans eyes.
"Was that true, Alice? Tell me, is it
true now?"
She bent over him and kissed his
eager lips.
what a mailman | have been,'' he
whispered, 81 love you, Alice. Eric
loved you, too. And | had been so
trained to give place to the elder son
that | never expected you to give
thought to the younger son. came to
London and fell into the pit that ia dug
for young fools like me. When / came
to myself / found | was in Hogan's. As
a kindness to others, as q penance to
myself, / resolved to remain down. Yet
there are as kind hearts in neither Lon
don as in upper London. | have proved
it for two years. All that time ! have
heard nothing of my old friends"
'Your father died a year since. Eric
is now master of Roslen"
"And you refused to be its mistress %
Eyes"
"Then your love obscured your wis.
dom. Return to Eric. He will ask you
again Give him a different answer He
has wealth and honor to back his love.
have nothing but furnished name.
Eric can face You unashamcd. / am a
battered bit of humanity, and hopelessly
beaten"
"Not yet. No man is beaten while
a woman believes in him as / in you.
Lands and lineage against human love.
And I the chooserl It is no temptation.
Bid me stay with you. No life was ever
50 black but that love could make it
pure. | want to share your struggle