The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1914-12-18

restitution, their home mortgaged.
their future hopeless. He learned
that they had not heard from the son
they had missed and mourned for
over a year.
A daughter supported them by
working in a factory in a town some
distance away. BY careful stages
Davis formed an acqus intanceship
with the old people. He managed
to arrange that they should give him
room and board He insisted on pay
ing an extravagant price. for a
home" as he termed ii. Then at the
end OF month he offered to free the
place from debt IL they would accept
him as a permanent guest.
There was little solace for him In
viewing the new comfort and joy of
the old couple, for was he not the
murderer of their missing son? Still,
he persevered in what he called resti-
tuition. Dark and gloomy was his life.
Then the daughter, Alma, came home,
and then in a short while Greg Davis
knew that fate had yet to award to
him the severest blow of all. for
love, strange to him before, intense.
almost feverish, now possessed his
lonely, longing soul.
What have you not done for u.s."
Alma said to him more than once,
gratitude flooding her eyes.
why, / needed a home, friends. -
Davis would lamely explain, all the
time his heart sinking like lead 1t
had occupied his time and thoughts
to work around the place for the old
folks. Alma, however, was constant
source of reproach and remorse to
him. Every time his eyes fell upon
her, full of love and longing, between
them seemed to come her dead
brother, waving him sternly back,
pointing at him menacing, accusing
finger
Heaven shut out because | plunged
recklessly into that hell of sin and
crime" he groaned Il cannot en-
dure my punishment. l will end it
ALL"
Davis got all his money together
and placed it in the hands of a law
yer, with instructions to deliver it to
old Mr. Moffat should anything hap
pen to himself
Then one afternoon he proceeded to
retired spot in the home garden
Of the place, sat down on a bench
and drew out revolver 1t was the
same weapon that he had used that
fateful night against his partner.
"A life for a lifei" he breathed,
solemnly, but his suicidal hand was
suddenly stayed Through the gar
den rang ths echoing voice of Alma!
'Oh, Mr. Browni'-under this name
she knew him-"where are you?
Such news. such glorious news, The
letter just came. My brother, Dan
he is coming home!"
Astare, Greg Davis eyes roved over
the letter she placed before him. His
dazed brain could scarcely take in It's
teriously disappeared, of vain search.
1t told how Moffat, in order to sur
prise him had pre-empted the new
claim in Davis name, and in his hot
haste Davis had not paused to ascer-
tain that fact. The writer feared that
some enemy had killed Davis, for his
own life had been attempted. but the
bullet had glanced from bone, mere
ly stunning him. So, the headlines
Davis had seen in the newspaper had
alluded to some other crime.
Amid his relief, his JOY at learn
ing that he was not murderer, Greg
Davis sank to his knees in grateful
prayer. Then came a confession to
the amazed girl at his side.
How you have suffered" breathed
the gentle-hearted Alma, pityingly.
and out of that pity grew love, and
when Dan Moffet came home it was
to greet a prospective brother-in-law.