The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-02-11

Mir Haredale. "I have broken. wher should have bent I have unused alone when my spirit should have mixed with all Gods great creation. The men who learn endurance are they who call the whole world brother. turned from the world and l pay the penalty.
 In another month Haredale was alone In London. Edward had taken his young wife to the West Indies, where he had found opportunity for career. Older and more careworn than before, Mir. Haredale now had nothing to tic him to the world Besides his love for his niece, only one other purpose had absorbed him for many years. That was, to find his brothers murderer; and in this he had succeeded He had | taken the man during the riots with his own hands, had seen him tried. ana had watched while they hanged him. This accomplished, he determined to cary out an old, vague plan, and to seek retreat in some religious order. He wished once more 10 look on the walls of his old house before he left ths world forever. Even as he thought of this, some heavy foreboding a vague formless gloom seemed to warn him.
 The next day when he started away from his lodgings, a waiter ran after him and brought him his sword, which he had left behind. Why have you | brought 1t to me-" asked MT Haredale, | stretching out his hand and still not taking II. The man, bewildered by his disturbed and aEltated manner, mur- mured something about the danger of the roads. Mir Haredale took the sword and put 1t by his side.
 It was evening when he reached the house. a calm and peaceful evening, with radiant sunset sky. Against the softeued colors the blackened ruins l looked all the more mournful Iar 1a1a 1 t4aa flo o1lar no cir of the ruins, when he stopped still with | a half suppressed exclamation. Reclining | in an easy attitude against tree and ] icontemplating the destruction with ex- 1 quisite pleasure before him, on his own | ground. and triumphing over him then as he had done in every misfortune and disappointment of his life, stood Sir | John Chester
 | Although his blood SO rose that he could have struck him dead. Haredale put fierce restraint upon himself and would have passed without a word or look. He wauld have passed, though it required an effort scarcely human to resist the Devil that tempted him with in. He would have gone on but the man himself called him to stop. and that 1 with much assumed compassion in his voice that 1t drove him well nigh mad.
 How very picturesque this is?' said | Sir John, and raised his glass to his eye. 'l would, said ftafeddlei dlnlOSA III agony. "I would with all my soul that you had been in Paradise eff such monstrous lie could he enacted) rather | than here tonight. Your agents have betrayed you. With hints and looks. and crafty words which, told again. are nothing, you set on those who hated me to do this work With these same hints and looks and crafty words, you put it into their minds to abduct my niece. You did I see denial in your face. Deral is a lie,'
 The knight with contemptuous smile. replied 10 him with a sarcastic speech. MT Haredale cried Cold blooded hollow, false villain. sperii you like faithless dog9' and struck 1 him.
 Sir Johnithrew away his sseabbard and his hat, and rushed at him, making SD l desperate lunge al his heart that had Haredales guard not been lightning like and true, 1t would have stretched 1 him dead
 Even in that instant Haredale put stop on his rage. He parried tic rapid thrusts without returning them,. and called out. with a kind of frantic terror on his face Not tonight In Gods name. not tonight" as f
 Both lowered their weapons. 'f warn you" cried Haredale. Not tonight. Be warned in time.'
 Did you believe your every look and word was not to be accounted for. and was not well remembered?" asked Sir John deliberately. though he now drop ped his mask and showed his bitter hatred.
 "Once more' cried his opponent. T implcre you not to come within reach of my sword tonight Oh, why have We met2 Tomorrow would have cast us far apart forever"
 That being the case,' replied ches- ter. "it is very fortunate that we have met 1 am sorry to find you a coward" Not another word was spoken. They attacked each other fiercely. They were matched. Though Haredale had ad- vantage of strength and height, Ches- ter had the superior skill and certainly superior coolness.
 After a few exchanges they grew lot ter and more furious Each inflicted and received slight wounds. Directly after receiving one of these in his arm, IIaredale, making a keener thrust as he felt the warm blood squirting out, l plunged his sword through his oppo- nonts body till tho blade was stopped | by the hilt.
 i Their eyes met and were on each oth- CT as he drew il ont. He put his arm about the dying man, who repulsed him feebly, and dropped upon the turf. Raising himself upon his hands, he gazed al Haredale for an instant, with scorn and hatred In his look. but, as if he remembered, even then, that. this expression would distort his features, he tried 10 smile and fell back dead Copyright. 1912, by J.W Muller.