The Washington times., 1912-07-07

her return. and her look had been laden
with sympathy.
Only this Margaret knew OF her own
heart-that she loved, and that the
love could not die, even though its idol
had been shattered. She lived on, still
loving the idol, and trying to forget
the man, and there was hope that
carried her from day to day and
through the nights-the Hope that-thc
hope that
There her understanding of herself
ceased
About o'clock Margaret and Peggy
gathered their sewing together and
bade Janet good night. Together the
two young women passed into the street
1t was custom of theirs to take time
about at seeing each other home. To-
night 1t was Margaret's turn to play
escort.
Why they did this neither Of them
could have explained. They spoke lit
tie. There was a tacit understanding
that they understood each other, and It
was understood that they should not
discuss the understanding.
Presently Margaret said good night at
Peggy's gate. She herself returned to
| the square, whitewashed house, where
she invariably found the white-haired
dominic still reading, or sound asleep,
nat on the rag mat before the fire.
Peggy found her father, the doctor,
seated by his own hearthside, talking
to he peat" as he was wont to de-
scribe habit of late years.
We'll" said he, with a ghost Of his
Ola cheery smile. "how's Mother Janet
shawl on a mai NAH and sitting ss down ne'
| Wallace glanced at her face and.
smiled at the light therein.
ITS blessing to many" said he,
apropos Of nothing, that yon scoun-
drel Napoleon is at last cooped up
| on Elba, and the soldiers are getting
| a chance to see their sweethearts."
Peggy blushed. She was about to
make some retort, when there came a
sharp tap at the door. The doctor
| leisurely arose and went to see the
visitor. frown on his face. Tho old
summons, no doubt.
The man in the darkness was Sandy
McClung. He whispered something
to the doctor, who replied petulantly:
'Oh! I'll come in the morning. A
pills all he needs"
glimpse of Peggy beyond the doctor,
he put his hands to his mouth and
face became suddenly gray,
lily. Wallace shut the door. He pres
emily put on his hat and coat and
took up his little medicine bag.
rs 1t something serieus?,' asked
turbance in her fathers answer.
No" said he quietly. But 1t may
be late before can leave the man.
Don't wait up, lass. Good night"
|
and was dreaming over the fire. The
Daft Boy was asleep in the scullery.
The stiffness of reverie and reverie's s
environment was broken by the same
sharp tap that had disturbed the doc
tor. McClung stood at the door.
What Sandy whispered to Janet pro-
duced a marked effect. She reeled
slightly, and Clutched at the door for
who had prepared for this moment
through many years, remembered her
resolve. She said simply:
Very well. His room is ready"
bringin' him now" whispered Sandy.
Get a doctor at once" she said,
throwing open the door of the spare
room.
IT stopped on the way" said Sandy
"Dr. Wallace will be here as soon-as''-
DIR. Wallace" she echoed stonily
oh"
For a moment she seemed about tc
give way to some turmoil of emotion
but she mastered herself, as there came
the unsteady tramp or men carrying al
: awkward burden.
; Presently Davte Blue and the towr
crier entered. carrying between them
by the head and feet-the figure of q
man. At a glance he was some pool
weakiing who had sunk into the mir'
of drunkenness and was beyond help
He was breathing laboriously; he reeket
foully of stale whisky, and his eyes
| upturned in his head, were as dull as
dead animals. But after glance Jane
yes. It's my husband. Bring hin
in"
They placed Richard Glen on the beC
, which he had forsaken seventeen year
} before. Janet stood near him and looked
: down into the bloated face
This was what she had waited for
) This was the reward of her atonement
. He would live, for was he not merel'
inebriated? And the old tale would b
resumed-the tale of drunkenness OF
{ one side and heartoroken RESIGNATION ol
2 the other. Oh! it was hard-hard, an
there was the knowledge of Tom wal
=. lace's love-the love that had respecte'
: her in silence for two years and thre
months.
; DR.. Wallace paused, hat In hand. a
4 the portal. He flashed only one glanc
: at Janet; then, with his eyes hxed OF
9 the drunkard he advanced slowly
gravely, toward the bed.
For a moment he stood there, fookln
:, | at the face. His own countenanc
: never moved. although into his eye
: crept a slow, savage glearn. But all a
3 once he turned very pale; He hurrieq5
3 set down his hat and his bag; Nj d
4 turned upon Davie Blue and British WI
y and Sandy McClung, who had pee
y watching the eyes that surveyed IN
= patient. With flashing glance he ad
t Out of here, you men" h sal
l. Morag at once for DR.. Gillespie. mus
; have help here. You understand?-b
= fore morning. Away with you-quick!
j. AS he was speaking, and as the me
d went through the doorway, Wallac
self-submerged in duty to others, whiI
i ped off his coat, and tore open his bat
e Janet stood by, helpless and dazed.
l. seemed few minutes-it was really a
=. hour-before she became conscious tha
u the man on the bed was breathing MOI
steadily and that Tom Wallace wa
u u holding a small bottle close to his nos
3 lrils.
II Janet" said Wallace quietly, "wh
= Is this?"
my husband" she said.
e e "M-m-m-m!' he hummed. II hope tht
u u doctor gets here before morning.
g Wallace seemed to be talking to hin
= self
i've got to save this man. I mus
y Don't you see / must? He must not d
L in my hands"
- There was silence. Presently WallaC
a turned a pair of cold, dislnterested eye
"a upon Janet Glen.
~ ~ Hot water, please" said he abrupt
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