The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-11-19

The room was like a wide, deep
well OF night, the haunt OF teeming
shadows and sinister silences.
| Little, indeed, was visible beyond
the lonely shape that brooded over
| it. the figure OF an old man motion
less in 4 great. leather-bound chair.
His hair was as white as his heart
/ was black. The rack of his bones.
| clothed in a thick black dressing
! gown with waist-cOrd of crimson silk,
| from the thighs down was covered by
black woolIen rug. He stared un-
! blinkingly at nothing: a man seven
/ eighths dead, completely paralyzed
but for his head and his left arm.
Presently a faint clicking signal dis
turbed the stiffness. Seneca Trine put
forth his left hand and touched one
/ of Il row of crimson buttons embedded
/ in the desk. Something else clicked
this time a latch. There was the
( faintest possible noise of a closing
! door and a smallish man stole noise
/ lessly into the light, paused beside the
desk and waited respectfully for leave
! to speak
"Well?"
"A telegram, sir-from England"
Give it me-"
The old man seized the sheet of yel-
low paper, scanned it hungrily, and
crushed 1t in his tremulous claw with
a gesture of uncomfortable emotion.
Send my daughter Judith here!"
Two minutes later a young woman
In street dress was admitted to the
chamber of shadows.
You sent for me, father?'
sit down"
She found and placed chair at the
desk and obediently settled herself
in it,
'Judith-tell me-what day is this?"
My birthday. I am twenty-one"
And your sisters birthday: Rose.
too, is twenty-one.'
yes"
You could have forgotten that" the
old man pursued almost mockingly.f
do you really dislike your twin-sister
| so intensely"
The girls voice trembled. You
know" she said. we have nothing in
| common-beyond parentage and this
abominable resemblance. Our natures
differ as light from darkness"
And which would you say was
Light"
Hardly my own: I'm no hypocrits
Rose is everything that they tell me
my mother was. while THE girl
smiled strangely think-I am more
your daughter than my mothers"
A nod of the white head confirmed
the suggestion. 1T is true. have
watched you closely, Judith. perhaps
more closely than even you knew
Before l was brought to this"-the
wasted hand made a significant ges-
ture-'I was a man of strong pas
sions. Your mother never loved. but
rather feared me. And Rose is the
mirror of her mothers nature. gentle,
unselfish. sympathetic. But you, Ju-
dith. you are like a second self to
me-"
An accent Of profound satisfaction
informed his voice The girl waited
in a silence that was tensely expect
ant.
Then, If ON this your birthday |
we're to ask service OF you that
might injuriously affect the happiness
of your sister,"
The girl laughed briefly; Only
ask it,"
And how far would you go to do
my will?"
Where would you stop in the serv-
ice of one you loved?"
Seneca Trine nodded graveiy, And
after brief pause. Rose is In love-"
he announced.
"Oh, know know" the father
| affirmed with faint ring of satisfac.
ton. Il am old, cripple. prisoner Of
this living tomb; but all things I
should knOw-somehow-I come to
know IN course of time!"
IT'S true-that Englishman she
scraped an acquaintance with on the
Riviera last year-what's his name?-
Law, Alan Law"
''In the main.'' the father corrected
mildly. you are right. Only. he's not
English. His father was Wellington
Law. of Law & Son."
She knew better than to interrupt,
but her seeming patience was belied
by the whitening knuckles Of a hand
that lay within the little pool OF blood
red light
And presently the deep voice rolled
on: Law and were once friends;
then-it came to pass that We loved
one woman. your mother. I won her
all but her heart: too late she real
lied 1t was Law she loved. He never
forgave me. nor l him. Though he
married another woman, still he held
from me the love OF my wife. could
not sleep for hating him-and he was
no better of Each sought the others
ruin: it came to be an open duel be.
tween US. in Wall street. One Of US
had to fail-and l held the stronger
hand. The night before the day that
was to have seen my triumph,
walked in Central park. as was my
habit to tire my body so that my brain
might sleep. Crossing the East drive
was struck by motor-car running
at high speed without lights. was
picked up insensible-and lived only
to be what I am today. Law tri-
umphed in the street while lay help
less; only living remnant of my
fortune remained to me. Then his
chauffeur, discharged. came to me and
sold me the truth: Il was Laws car