The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-09-16

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day, and that now said goodby forever
to Its Corinth environment.
And you. too, Eric" she went on,
more calmly. She eyed him fondly,
and patted his arm. you are my son
now. | want a son. I need a son. Your
uncle needs you"
I do, indeed" spoke up Mr.. Blag.
you think you'd better retire7 You are
very tired. 1t has been a hard day for
you"
1T was very thoughtful of you, Mary,
to take off your hat before / came ill.,"
said Mrs. Blagden irrelevantly, eve
as she laid her hand on her husbands
arm. 1T made it SO easy for me. You
VIII forgive me il / say good night now.
Good night, Eric. You VIII find your
rooms just as you left them. Martha
has put out YOU things-some that you
forgot to take away with you. rye
kept them in my bureau since-Yes,
yes, Horace, l am coming. Good night,
Mary. I am SO glad you have come
back to us, Martha will call you as
usual in the morning"
In the doorway, Horace turned to
speak to the deeply moved young mar
and woman.
"Will you be good enough to wait
here for a little while? / am coming
to close up the house" There was
something significant in the way he
put it. They were wet and uncom-
Portable, yet they would not have
thought of going upstairs before their
uncle laid bare the conditions which
had sent him III into the night so
bravely.
The change in Horace's nature was
most strikingly illustrated by the next
remark that fell from his lips.
on, dear me-, l almost forgot that
you are wet and cold. Come upstairs
- yNy,> 49,, III, - "a
dry stockings and slippers for you.
And she shall make mustard baths for
your feet before you go to bed. And
~lemonades."
When the Midthornes came down
stairs later on, after changing a part of
their apparel, they We're amazed to find
Horace Blagden on his knees before
the fireplace. clumsily starting a fire
In the crate. His lack of experience
vas evident, his embarrassment undis-
gufsed. Eric went to his assistance.
Presently they were seated before
the swapping Goals.
Your aunt's dream" said Mr.. Blag-
den, was a most distressing one. 1t
was SO real that she can't get 1t out
of her mind that we are to hear bad
news of Chetwynd. You see, I mention
his name once more. ! do SO because
| am confident that he Is not in the
land of the living, Adam Carr to the
contrary. Not a day passes that I do
not expect to hear through that excel
lent bloodhound that my son has come
to his death In some far off land and
that the chase has ended"
But Aunt Rena's dream, please"
said Mary, with a quick glance at
Eric's twitching face.
Horace moistened his dry lips with
his tongue. She was taking her nap
this afternoon, as usual. A vision came
to e 1t was more than a dream.
In this vision there appeared a series
of vast cliffs and precipices, reaching
so high in the sky that all the world
seemed to lie below them. Far be-
low, at the base Of these dreadful cliffs,
was the sea-mtles n miles below,
she declares. The breakers came rush
Ing UP In the shape Of gigantic hands
and arms, all of them reaching upward
In the effort to Chamber to the top of
the sheer walls of stone hat touched
the sky.
she came out upon the Hottest of
all these cliffs and sat down to rest.
with her tired feet hanging over the
ledge. The great arms and writing
fingers %redoubled their efforts. They
climber higher and higher, but they
could not reach her feet. A huge,
black-lipped mouth opened and closed,
"a vast that craved her as with
an appetite that knew no pity. AS she
sat there, looking YEARLY about, al
most at the gates OF heaven, another
figure appeared on the cliff not far
away. It vas Chetwynd. He APP
looking out over space, his hands on
a fimsy railing she had not noticed
before. She cried out to him and
would have risen to go to him but for
that strange paralysis that one ex-
periences In dreams.'
He paused to clear his throat. Eric
drew q long, deep breath and relaxed
his grip OF the arm of the chair.
Then she tried tt call out to him.
but no sound above a whisper could
h force from her lips. Another fig-
urs came creeping up from behind, the
figure of a man whose face she could
not see. This man stole upon Chef
wynd and struck him q violent blow,
sending him through the rail and owe
the
Eric leaped to his feet, a cry Of hor-
ror on his lips. Then. to the utter
arnazement of his uncle, he rushed
from the room.
Mr.. Blagden turned to Mary in great
distress.
dear me-" he said; dear mel what
have { saidg where are you going,
Nary
TO Eric. she cried in great agita-
tions "A moment later, Horace Blak-
den sat alone In his library, staring
at the door, vastly perplexed, and with
his heart.
He heard the rush OF swift footsteps
I'm the hall upstairs, the slarnming Of
a door, and then no other sound save
the merry cracAle Of the Goals.
brought forth an early apology from
Eric for his rude 8hnhav3or N tho II.