Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-28
CHAPTER XXXvIII-Continued

FOR nearly year as Albert Emerson
"a name that had assumed when / was
looking for man to impersonate mel !
remained under the protecting roof OF the
sanitarfum. caring little. or nothing for
what was going on in the world outside
lhen. one day. there came a desire to
Know how the death OF Peter Somhers
mad been received and what had become
Of Harry.
SIX weeks ago into the rush and distrac-
ton of life
Then l read the papers-and what
stacks OF back numbers 1 bought.-and
through them l learned Of Harry's ar
rest, and eagerly I followed his trial
Eagerly? Yes: but sometimes with a de-
preston too acute for expression.
heaven alone knows the mixture of
exuitatfon and remorse with which my
mind greeted the verdict of his first trial.
fl1ty times since then 1 have been on
the point Of giving my confession into the
hands OF some trusty person and destroy
ing myself But each time the demon OF
egotlsm has restrained me.
And now 1 await another verdict
which will mean a continuance of life for
the boy, or death in a felon's cap I'M
less-I save him! After all, considering
what l was to him he was a good boy to
me. Why should I not save him? Good
God! Why do wish to live. For what
birthr.ght for a mess of pottage,' which
turns to dust and ashes between my lips
July IA. Freed! Harry a free man.
And may still live! For what? Heaven
alone knows-but life is sweet
July 10. 1S-(a year later. For a year
have /, Philander Summerfield. been trav-
cling and trying to forget. But there is
no oblivion for me except in the choral
for have gone back to ito forget.
"A harassing fear haunts me that in a
moment Shon hotr
cret. Then. again. there is Harry. Poor
Harry: Sometimes in the night 1 awaken
with his name upon my lips.
II am tired Of life. I long to exonerate
myself up to the police. Never that! A
moments time / must have to prepare
things for the end-and then,-I shall en-
gage some one to hunt me down. There
will. perhaps, be diversion for me In that;
and again. I shall know when 1t is time
to prepare. For a long time I have
known who will be my Nemesis, IL he
will take the case. though as yet I have
not learned his name. He is the man
who wrote the best thing that I have
case! 1 will give him a fortune to get
me-if he can. And he will. Others have
failed? Yes: but he will not. Ha, ha
" nat a novelty-to detect ones self!
Truly. 1t is worthy of a mailman. For I
am still mad. Not in paroxysms as be-
fore. but mad.
''Of late have been possessed of de-
sire to visit Overlook. 1t is easy going
from the Winton station through the
trail that Harry made. Poor Harry! All.
face to face! 1 would be kind now.
Last week l was discovered by Arms.
Curse that man. OF course he knew me.
Men of his caliber have one faculty SO
his is a memory for faces and figures.
for the expression of face. carriage, body
all the tri1ing Municipalities that make
up personality and are never combined
precisely the same in two bodies. He
alone of all the world came. years ago, to
know my shortcomings. and because of
his knowledge l added a codicil in his ia
vor to my will, kept him on at Overlook.
and ,countenanced things that make my
blood boil even now to recall.
But he has me in his power now. and
he knows 1t. I recognize that his ready
promise to keep my secret and give me
food and shelter at his cottage when l
want it is actuated by no impulse more
noble than a fear that II he betrays me i
will keep my oath to cut him out Of all
that he acquired through my supposed
death. and, likewise. a desire to get more
from me from time to time.
Last evening as I crept about the
grounds Of my lovely. silent Overlook. 1
standing by his own gate. The impulse
grew strong in me to go to him and I'M
burden my soul, throwing myself upon
his generous protection-for he would
never betray, me. But. as he looked up
in my direction, and 1 realized that
against the sunsets afterglow my figure
was clearly discernible, spasm of fear
grlpped me and 1 dropped to the ground
and crawled, snakewise (oh. the degrade
ton of IT'D, to a place beyond his line of
vision Then I took to my feet and ran.
never pausing until within the sheltering
walls of Arms cottage. Such 1t Is to be
an outcast among men!
August IS. At last l have gone a
step farther have engaged that man.
And who does he prove to be but the son