The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1910-07-26
The Man in Disgrace. :"
BY 7. C. BRIDGES.

Little whirls OF white dust spun
down the broad empty street of Moor
lands. as one windy March morning
Job ingalls, drove into the yard of the
Duchy Arms.
Morning. JIM" he said to the ost-
Ter. Put the horse up. will you: I've
got bit Of shopping to do"
He jumped down, fine active figure
in spite of his sixty years and frosted
hair and beard.
All right SIR said Jim, touching
his cap. iii look after the boss How
be things out to Hollingsworth:"
Pretty well. thank you, jim One
of the children's ailing a trifle, but
she'll be all right when the warm
weather comes
Il hope SO, indeed" said the ostler
sympathetically. Like most of the
moor folk. he like and respected hon
est Job ingalls,.
At that moment there came the sud
den cry of beaten dog from the a.
ley behind the yard.
You brute. I'll teach you" shouted
| a savage voice. Then heavy blows,
| and the cries rose to shrek, which
| died to pitiful moaning.
What's that" demanded Mr. In
gals, sharply.
Its that good for naught, Simon
| Karslake, sir. 'Tis a cruel shame the
way he do treat that poor beast
Good Heavens, he's killing it,
cried the farmer, as the cries OF the
miserable animal again awoke the
echoes.
Striding round the end of the high
stone wall which bounded the inn
yard, he came into a narrow turning
between the wall and the back of a
die of the muddy passage way a short,
thick-set, red nosed man was holding
by the collar a miserable looking, half
starved sheep dog of the old fashion
ed bob-tailed type. and welting it Sc
| verely witha length of heavy leath-
err trace. He had already beaten the
poor brute almost into insensibility.
Drop it, you blackguard!' cried Mr..
ingalls, sternly as he came up. "You
cowardly brute! What do you mean by
torturing the poor animal in that fash
| ion.
At the voice the other Strengthened
himself and faced the newcomer.
"Wot business is it O. yours, I'd like
to know, Mister Job Ingalls, he re-
marked, with an ugly .sneer. The
dorg's mine. suppose can do what
l likes with my own"
THAT you can't! Not when it comes
to torturing dumb animal tell you
Simon Karslake; I've seen chaps sent
to prison for less than that.
A cruel smile crossed Karslak's
face.
prison, Ell! Nice one you be to talk
of prison. Whot about your son Rob-
| ert?" he went on raising his voice so
that the men at the end of the alley
could hear plainly. Robert Ingalls,
working up in the quarry. not mile
away. Serving five years for stealing
his employers money"
A flush of bitter shame dyed the old
mans cheeks. 1t was true what this
fellow said. Robert ingalls,. his only
son. was in truth behind the walls OF
the great, grim prison which towers
above the rest of the village. 1t was
the tragedy of his life that he, known
far and wide as honest Job ingalls,.
should have a convicted felon for his
| only son.
A tragedy indeed, but SO far. secret
tragedy. Robert ingalls, had been con-
victed under another name, and his
father had fully believed that no one
but himself. lawyer. and his sons
wife knew the truth.
But this scoundrel. Karslake had got
mold of it, and he could not imagine
how, and the old farmer stood dumb
founded unable to find word.
He turned away and went back into
the yard, where to Jim, the ostler's
surprise. he had his horse harnessed.
and drove straight of home.
The fact was that he felt he could
not face anyone for the time being.
| Well he knew how such piece OF
scandal as Karslake had made public
| would be rolled from lip to lip. 1t
would be all over the town in an hour
in every corner of the moor in twenty
four.
He was right Before the day was
out his own farm hands had got hold
of it. He saw them whispering to-
gether, caught their covert glances.
half sneering, half plying.
There are some duties which moor
g.
| The rent audit came around and Mr..