Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-07-10
CHAPTER Xxx.
The Two Brothers.

wended his way home. There wa:
nothing surprising in the fact that ht
never inquired for mail. Who was
there to write? Besides, he sough
only the obscure hotels, where he wa:
not likely to meet any of his erst'
while fellow passengers. The mock
cry and uselessness of his home-go-
ing became more and more apparent
as the days slipped by. Often ne
longed to fly back to the Jungles, &c
James, and leave matters as they
were. Here and there, along the way
he had tried a bit of luxury; but the
years Of economy and trugality had
robbed him of the ability to enjoy it.
He was going home-to what? Sure
ly there would be no welcome fol
him at his journeys end. He would
return after the manner Of prodigals
in general, not scriptural, to find that
he was not wanted. OF his own free
will he had gone out of their lives.
He fought grimly against the
strong enough to vanquish the long
ings from his heart and mind. AL
ways when alone she was in fancy with
him, now smiling amusedly into his
face, now peering down at the phos-
phorescence seething alongside, now
standing with her chin uplifted, her
eyes half shut, letting the strong winds
strike full in her face. Many good
night he sent over the seas. An in
cident; that would be all.
His first day in New York left him
with nothing more than a feeling OF
foreboding and oppression. The eX-
pected eXhileration of returning to the
city of his birth did not materialize'
SO used to open spaces was he, to dis
tances and the circle of horizons, that
he knew he no longer belonged to the
city with its Himalayan gorges and
canons, whose torrents were human
beings and whose glaciers were the
hearts of these. A great loneliness
bore down on him. For months he
had been drawing familiar pictures,
and to find none of these was like
coming home to an empty house. The
old life was indeed gone; there were
no threads to resume. A hotel stood
where his club had been; the house In
which he had spent his youth was no
more. He wanted to leave the city;
and the desire was NTH difficulty,
overcome.
Early the second morning he start
ed downtown to the office of the An
des Construction company. He was
tinually moisted his palms. Change,
change. everywhere change; Trinity
was like an old friend. When the
taxicab driver threw off the power
and indicated with a jerk of his head
a granite shaft that scared up into the
blue, Warrington asked: What place
is this?"
THE Andes building, sir. The con-
struction company occupies the top
floor"
Very good" replied Warrington,
paying and discharging the man.
From a reliquary of the Dutch, an
affair of red brick, four stories high,
this monolith had sprung. With a
sigh Warrington entered the cavern
Gus doorway and stepped into an EEK
press s-elevator" When the car arrived
at the twenty-second story. Warning
ton was alone. He paused before the
door of the vice president. He re-
called the "old man." thin-lipped,
blue-eyed, eruptive. 1t was all very
strange. this request to make the re-
stitution in person. Well he would
soon learn why.
He drew the certified check from
his wallet and scrutiniZed it careful
ly. Twelve thousand. eight hundred
dollars. He replaced it, opened the
door, and walked in. A boy met him
at the railing and briskly inquired his
business.
II wish to see Mr.. Elmore."
Your card"
Card? Warrington had not pos
sessed such a thing in years II
have no cards with me. But l have
an appointment with Mr.. Elmore.
Tell him that Mr.. Ellison is here"
The boy returned promptly and sig
nified that Mr.. Elmore was at liberty.
But it was not the 'old man" who
looked up from busy mans desk.
1t was the son: so far, the one famil-
lar face Warrington had seen since
his arrival. There was no handshak-
ing; there was nothing in evidence on
either side to invite it.
"Ah! Sit down, Paul. Let no one
disturb me for an hour" the young
vice president advised the boy. ".ind
close the door as you go out"
Warrington sat down; the bridge
builder whirled his chair around and
stared at his visitor. not insolen;ly,
but with kindly curiosity.
You've filled out" was all he said
After fully satisfying his eyes, he add
ed: Il dare say you expected to find
father. He's been gone six years. in
dicating one of the two portrG its over
his desk.
1t was not at the "old man" War
rington looked longest. WHO is the
other" he asked.
What? You worked four years
with this company and don't recOllect
that portrait"
Frankly, | never noticed it before,
Warrington placed the certified check
on the desk. With interest" he said
The vice president cracked it, ran
his fingers over his smooth chin, fold
ed the check and extended it toward
the aStonished wanderer.
I'VE don't want that. Paul. What
we wanted was to get you back. There
was no other way. Your brother
made up the loss the day after you
went away. There was no scandal.
Only a few of us in the office knew.
Never got To the newspapers"
1t was impossible for Warrington
to digest this astonishing information
at once. His mind could only repeat
the phrase: No scandal, only few