Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-08-04
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In the world. u value made by ter
rife effort. by kindness. by compass
sion. by struggle and by intellect, The
woman he loved had taken that name.
The people among whom he had work.
ed had accepted II as representing NIL
that was fine and high and noble.
The supreme court Of South Carolina
in chambers gave to James MOntg0m
cry the right TO have legal use OF the
name OF John Nelson. This document
from the court was placed in the ar
chives of the state without publicity.
While the last Of these details. clear
ing away the past and making straight
the future for Nelson. were being at
tended to by lawyers. John Nelson him
self. his wife and her parents we're
walking impatiently up and down the
station platform Of the Southern rail-
way In Greenville.
Mr.. Bryan's finest horses and traps.
his negro coachmen in the freshest
Of linen suits and brown straw bea-
rers. were there also. Guests-and very
Important guests, evidently-were ex-
pected.
The crowd that always gathered to
greet the express train from the north
idgeted with Impotence. Perhaps II
party of famous millionaires or re-
nowned statesmen was coming to
Greenville. The Bryan family had
never turned out so conspicuously at
the station in all its history.
The faint shrek of the locomotive In
the distance brought the oilers nearer
the tracks to peer nOrthward and get
a glimpse of the oncOming train.
Molly Nelson clapped her hands with
delight Mr.. Bryan's face was wreath
ed with smiles. The coachmen licked
the ears of their fine teams and start
ed them to capering jauntily and gayly.
If the president of the United States
and his cabinet had been coming to
Greenville ON that train no tiner wei
come could have been given them. The
train thundered up. and white capped
porters jumped from the steps Of the
coaches.
Among the passengers were two old
people, one a bent. white haired man
with long arms aud a face that would
have been grotesque in its ugliness
but for a smile of patience and gentle
ness that played about his clean shaven
we'll beyond middle age. dressed In
black. with a dolman and hat that had
been long years out of fashion.
To this homely and humble pair the
Bryans and the Nelson's rushed with
cries of joyful greetings.
The Bryan servants fought to win
the ono of carrying their two pieces
OF luggage. The coachmen made their
horses dance afresh.
The crowd exclaimed In one long
drawn ABR as the pretty Mrs. Mel
son deliberately kissed the bent old
visitor Inc then put her arm about the
waist OF the woman who had come
with him.
A strange word of greeting for the
ears OF the rich and the fashionable
came from the lips of the old man to
John Nelson.
"KidI'
"BillP' was the reply.
The stately Mrs. Bryan was making
as much of the 1ustered. little, old wo-
mar whom the crowd heard called by
the name of Jennie as MIR. Bryan and
Mr.. Nelson were making of the homely
man called Bill.
The train pulled out on its way to
Atlanta, and the party bundled into
the fine carriages.
Mr.. and Mrs. Hawkins were taken to
their new home-their first real home.
1t might have been called a cottage in
the south, but to the woman from Cor
lears Hook it was a mansion such as
she had never dreamed OF entering.
even as a servant
Fresh and spick and span In new
paint, its garden a tangle of glorious
blossoms. It's piazzas wide and cool and
its grounds stretching a good ten acres
about it Bill and his wife thought 1t
the home of the organs.
They entered the house. 1t was fine
ly. but modestly, furnished. Silver
%glistened Oh the s%ideboard. and vases
and Jars of cut glass were filled with
freshly cut flowers. Everywhere was
a touch of femininity and c~oziness.
showing the hand of Molly Nelson.
There were comfortable desks and
easy chairs. lamps that hung low and
spread soft lights for old eyes and
many rugs. There was v a rat
sleepy tabby doing on a cushion in
one OF the window seats.
Molly took Mrs Hawkins to her bed
room, Il front room with a veranda
She threw wide the deep windows, and
the east side woman gazed out into the
loneliness of the garden.
ITS grandg" she gasped. Mrs. Nell
son, it's grand. ma'am. Central park
never had anything on this"
Nelson had brought behind them his
old friend and helper. the man who
was of b type that society had given
up as unregenerate. The demands of
his probation from Sing Sing had all
beer met The rest of his life was to
be what be would make 1t for himself
Nelson signaled to Molly to come to
him.