El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-11-16
The Herald's Daily
ShertStery

There, he is awake: I must take
him to nurse. No, thank you; do not
ring. I will go up with him myself"
When she had gone his glance fell
upon the little WOOlly lamb with which
the child had been playing, and with
some savage instinct he set his ffOt
upon ii, crushing the frail toy to
atoms, and wishing as he did so that
he could so serve the child and the
child's father.
Then, muttering something under his
breath, he left the room, banging the
door moi lily behind him.
She had stolen away from her faith
erS house, and had come away to the
home which belonged to her husband,
where for one brief year they had been
so happy.
Old Nancy had gone TO bed, but Isa-
bel sat alone in the pleasant little
room
Presently she fell asleep, and did not
hear the sound of a key turning in the
latch, nor the fall of a fOOtstep upon
the stairs
Brian Kerrison had come home.
He opened the door of his own study,
the room from which he had risen
three years ago to accompany the pO-
lice.
+ Warmth and fragrance greeted him,
a bright light, a cheerful fire; and
there, in his own chair, there SUM
bered the woman he loved so well, but
whose love he thought had failed him
in his hour of needs
Isabel"
The name escaped from his lips
hOarsely, but low and hOarse as it was
she heard, and her eyes opened.
'Brian-Briani At last"
He clasped her in his arms, as he
had thought never to hold her again.
What does It mean, Isabel?" he
asked presently. I thought you had
fOrsaken me, since you never sent a
message asked to see me. Why
are you here%'
y was waiting for you, Brian" she
said. Il could not come, for father for
bade it; and he has been so good to
Roy and me, Briani But he would not
let me go to that horrible place % see
you. But 1 sent you messages and let
tiers through Guy, and you never sent
an answer"
Il never got One!' he cried. his brow
darkentng and his voice bitter. Not
one message from you, Isabel; only a
proposal from your father that I
and the boy, and leave England for,
everi"
Isabel looked puzzled.
Father thought we should get on
better abroad" she said. But if you
like, we will stay here, Brian, and live
it down for know you are limo
cent"
He looked at her. the happiness in
his heart shining in his eyes.
You believe that2" he cried. "Oh,
IsabeIr'
of course I believe IT." she muir
INJURED. You see, Brian, love you,"
The sun shOne in the morning as
though there had been no wild storm
in the dark hours; and though tho
shadow was only partially lifted. Isa-
bels heart Joined in the carol of the
birds as she saw Brian-Brian him
self wolk in his own garden. to see
what damage the storm and neglect
had done.
But before they had finished break
fast a telegraph boy had hurried up
the drive and handed to old Nanny
an ominOus looking message. IsabeTs
motherly tears rose to her eyes at
once.
''Royi' she cried. ooh. Brian, some
thing must have happened to ROyr'
Brian tore open the message, and his
face altered strangely as he read
1T is not Roy, Isabel" he said gent
y. TT is Sullivan"
'Guy2" she queried LET me read"
1t was from her father and it said:
Come at once, and bring Isabel
Guy has met with a serious accident.
All is discovered, and he has confessed
himself guilty of the crime for which
you uffered.-AIlister.