Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-29

h'ci inpALSe Was 10 fuSn into eX-
travagance of praise after he had sent
the foreman out into the works to tell
the men that he should not sell his
patHmony to the trust, but for some
reason which she would have found it
difficult TO explain fully she said not a
word about it. Instead, she turned to
him with matter-of-fact expression and
the words of commonplace occasions.
Did you have good nights rest ?"
He felt like saying something full
OF emphasis, whether in access of 1oy
or sorrow he was not certain. but he
knew that any words which he could
use to her would be inadequate to fur
nish him relief, and so hailed her com.
monplace question with thrill of real
relief.
MY back is broken" he said with an
expressive grimace and writhe.
Who named that hotel?"
The Grand?"
He nodded with another serio-comic
facial antic.
She laughed. "Is it as bad as that -
There are men in prison for doing
less than running hotel like that,~
Almost he made the revelation of their
startling midnight wanderings, but
caught himself IN time.
Why don't you open your uncle's
home?"
my uncle's homer" he said, a little
startled.
He had not thought of that. The
suggestion probably did more to drive
home definitely to his inner mind the
true significance of his decision to
take up the business than anything
which had previously occurred. His
uncle's home!
After his fathers death it had been
his home; it had been the only semb-
lance Of home which he remembered
and his memories of 1t were harsh
enough, In some details almost repek
lent. His uncle had been hard: he had
had but little understal ding of boy ma.
ture; the house had been a sort of
prison from which he could escape at
intervals each day.
He had not even thought of opening
It; 1t never had occurred to him that
he could ever live another day of his
life there.
But now she spoke. of 1t, why not
The place was grim, old-fashioned, In.
hospitable, forbidding. as so many old
New England houses are. and as go
many more New England houses were
ten years ago; but that atmosphere
was more that of its occupant than
that OF the old place itself It must
have been joyous and free-minded
Jones who chose the site for it, for II
was very beautiful: il must have been
an artist Jones who chose the plans
for 1t, for its design was of that beau
tful, pure old colonia! which (barring
skyscrapers) is the only architectural
merit America has yet originated. and
than which nothing is moro trulv
beautiful: it must have been a social
Jones who added the great wing to II
for in that wing were bedrooms. sit.
ting rooms, and great dining.room
quite plainly meant to welcome manv
guests.
His memories Of the house were
gloomy and unattractive. for from II
both his father and his mother had
been taken to their final resting places,
and In 1t he had spent few joyous
hours. All the happiness of his youth
In Jonesville were associated with the
MONIES OF others, public places, out-of.
! doors; he had heard very little laugh
Ter IN the old homestead. But might it
not house happiness? He realized that
IL would make an ideal setting for
pure Joy. Still, 1t was in Jonesville!
That made him vince.
You don't think it will be necessary
1or me to live in this town, do you?"
Sne nodded. She was rather glad
70 feel that it was right for her to.nod.
Sne would have shrunk from revela-
lions of the sorrow which would GER
talnly have filled her heart il it had
'ranspired, now, that Broadway was
not to remain in Jonesville. She even
snrank from an acknowledgment of
this in her own heart.
The business will need your atten.
tion," she said gravely.
He waved hand which he tried to
make appear as II dispensing privi-
leges. but which, he knew, seemed
more that of shirker.
Go right on with tie business. Don't
pay any attention to me-"
She looked at him very graveiy.
Then, dropping her eyes, she took
some papers from the desk, went to a
ming cabinet, deposited them with
care IN their allotted places, and slow
~ went back to her desk. Az she re-
turned she did not again raise her eyes
to his.
Have you thought of what We
talked about last night7" she asked.
She made him most uncomfortable.
He had begun to wonder, for the first
time In his life, If, possibly, he did not
nave conscience He had never ia.
ken any obligation very seriously; sud.