The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1909-01-15


was not thinking Of the
sights and sounds Of the pleasant even.
Ing. He had tramped miles since sun.
down and had returned a. he set out,
gloomy, unrequited, a follower Of BAT.
ned quest.
Set back from the street in 4 wide
estate Of trees and shrubbery stood a
great white porched house. Not a
light had twinkled from 1t for nearly a
year. The little city had wondered at
frst, tlsen by degrees had grown ind!f.
ferent. The secret Of that prolonged
honeymoon Harry sanderson and the
bishop alone could have told, for the
bishop knew Of Hugh's criminal act
He was named. executor Of the will
that lay III the Korean chest, and him
David Stircs had written the truth
His heart had gone out with pity for
Jessica, and understanding. The secret
be locked IN his own breast, as did
Harry sanderson, each thinking the
other ignorant Of It.
Since that wedding day no shred Of
news had come to. either. Harry had
wished for none. To think Of Jessica
was reeurrert pans, and yet til very
combination Of the safe In his study
he had formed Of the letters Of her
name! In each memory Of her he felt
the fresh assault Of a new and tireless
foe-the love which he must deny.
Outcast and criminal as Hugh was,
castaway, who had stolen a banks
money and a woman's love, he was
still her husband. Hugh's wife! What
could she be to him? And this fevered
conflict shot through with yet another
pang. for the waking smart Of com.
junction which had risen at Jessica's
bitter cry, You helped to make him
what he has becomew would not down.
That cry had shown him In one clarity.
ing instant the follies and delinquencies
OF his early career reduplicated as
through the facets Of a crystal, and In
the .polarized light Of conscience Hugh
-loafer. gambler and thief-stood as
the type and sign Of an enduring &C.
cusation
But II the recollection Of that we'd
ding day and Its aftermath stalked al
ways with h!m-if that kiss had seemed
to cling again and again to his lips a.
ne sat IN the quiet Of his study-no one
guessed. He seldom. played his violin
now, but he had shown no outward
sign. AS time went on he had become
no less brilliant, though more inscruta.
Bile; not less popular, save perhaps 10
the parish heresy- hunter. for whom he
had never cared straw. But beneath
the surface great change had come to
Harry Sanderson.
Tonight as he wendell his way mast
the house In the aspens. through the
clatter and ccmmotion Of the evening
there was a kind Of glaze over his
whole face-a shell Of melancholy.
Tomorrow began Harry's summer
vacation. and he had planned A
months pedestrian outing through the
wide ranch valleys and the farther
ranges. and this should set him nm
again
Now. however, as he walked a,or,
ne was bitterly absorbed In thoughts
other than his own needs. He passed
more than one Acquaintance with a
stare OF nonreeoga!tion One Of these
was the bishop, who turned an ,nstop,
TO look after him. The bishop had seen
that look frequently Of late and had
wondered II 1t betokened physical III.
ress or mental unquiet More than
once be had remembered, with a SIGH,
the old whisper Of Harry sanderson's
early wndness. But he knew youth
ana It's lapses, and he liked and 70,
spected him. Only two days before
on the second Anniversary OF usrry's
osdinaticn. he had given him scr hi,