The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-05-16

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gan Helen, slowly, Ito yield. What can
it matter. A quarrel over money-it
is sordid-"
Miss Pat stood up abruptly and said
quietly, without lifting her voice, and
turning from one to the other of us:
I'VE have prided ourselves for 100
years, we American Holbrooks, that
we had good blood in us, and charac-
ter and decency and morality; and
now that the men Of my house have
thrown away their birthright and
made our name plaything, | am 60
ing to see whether the general de-
cadence has struck me, too; and with
my brother Arthur. fugitive because
of his crimes, and my brother Henry
ready to murder me in his greed 1t is
| time for me to test whatever blood is
left in my own poor old body. and
am going to begin now! 1 will not
run away another step; I am not go
ing to be blackguarded and bounded
about this free country or driven
across the sea; and l will not give
Henry Holbrook more money to use in
| disgracing our name. l have got TO
die-I have got to die before he gets
it'-and she smiled at me SO bravely
that something clutched my throat
suddenly--"and have every inten-
ton, Mr. Donovan, Of living very
long time!"
Helen had risen, and she stood star
ing at her aunt in frank establishment
Not often. probably never before in
her life, had anger held sway in the
soul of this woman; and there was
something splendid in its manifesto
ton. She had spoken in almost hel
usual tone, though with passionate
> tremor toward the close; but her very
restraint was in itself omlnous.
1T shall be as you say. Miss Pat"
! said, as soon as had got my breath.
Certainly, Aunt Pat" murmure'
> Helen, tamely. I'VE can't be driver
4 round the world. We may as vel
stay where we are"
e The storm was abating and l threv
+ open the windows to let in the air.
r IF you haven't wholly lost faith il
I me, Miss Holbrook-"
e Il have every faith in you. Mr. Dor
ovan!" smiled Miss Pat.
l. Il shall hope to take better care c
d you in the future"
Il am not afraid. I think that
It Henry finds out that he cannot frighte
It me it will have a calming effect upo
q him"
Yes; l suppose you are right, Aur
IS Pat" said Helen, passively.
e went home feeling that my respol
sibilities had been greatly increase
u by Miss Pats manifesto; on the who
IT | was relieved that she had not O
III tressed me sorely to abandon the gan
at this juncture to seek new hidin
r. place for my charges.
ls Long afterward Miss Pats declar
At ton of war rang in my ears. My hea
IT, leaps now as l remember it. And
"a should like to be poet long enous
p to write "A Ballade of All Old Ladies
nj or a lyric in their honor turned vii
the grace of Col. LOvelace and blitl
al with the spirit Of Friar Herrick.
y. should like to inform it with the
er beautiful tender sympathy that
er quick with tears but reader wi
strength to help and to save; and
he should reflect. too, the noble patienc
to undismayed by time and distance. tn
ly. makes a virtue of waiting-waiting
ch the long twilight with folded hands I
to the ships that never come! Men o
and battle-scarred are celebrated
:" song and story: but who are they
be preferred over their serene sistt
10 hoodf Let the worn mothers OF q