The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1915-07-09
He That Was Dead.
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shouldn't get white over it, Arthur. II
isn't worth while. / can see that you
haven't changed much, unless it is
that your hair is a little paler at the
temples. Gray? Ill wager I've a few
myself" There was a %fippancy in his
tone that astonished Warrington's own
ears, for certainly this light mockery
did not come from within. At heart
he was sober enough.
To steady the laundering beat of his
pulse he crossed the room, righted the
chair, stacked the books and laid
them on the desk. Arthur did not
move ave to turn his head and to fol
low with fascinated gaze his brothers.
movements.
Now, Arthur, I've only a little
while. ! can see by your eyes that
you are conjuring up all sorts OF ter
rible things. But nothing is going to
happen. ! am going to talk to you;
then I'm going away; and tomorrow it
Will be easy to convince yourself that
you have seen only a ghost. Sit down.
III take this chair at the left"
Arthur.s hands slid from the desk:
in a kind of collapse he sat down. Sud-
denly he laid his head upon his arms,
and a great sigh sent its tremor across
his shoulders. Warrington felt his
heart swell. The past faded away:
his wrongs became vapors. He saw
only his brother, the boy he had loved
SO devotedly. Arty, his other self, his
scholarly other self. Why blame Ar
thur? He, Paul, was the fool.
Don't take it like that. Arty." he
said.
The others hand stretched out
blindly toward the voice. "Ah, great
God. PAUL"
Il know! Perhaps I've brooded too
much" Warrington crushed the hand
In his two strong mes. THE main
fault was mine. / couldn't see the
length of my nose. | threw a tempta-
ton In your way which none but q
demigod could have resisted. That
night, when got your note telling me
what you had done, l did a damnably
foolish thing. | went to the club bar
and drank heavily. | was wild to help
YOU. but couldn't see how. At two In
the morning | thought l saw the way.
Drunken men get strange ideas into
Uneir heads. YOu were the apple of the
mothers eyes; ! was only her son. No
use denying it. She worshiped you;
tolerated me. | came back to the
mouse, packed up what absolutely
needed, and took the first train west.
4 all depended upon what you'd do.
You let me 60. Arty, old boy. l sup
pose you were pretty well knocked up.
when you learned what | had done.
And then you let things drift. 1t was
only natural. l had opened the way
Tor you. Mother, learning that | was
= thief, restored the defalcation to
save the family honor, which was your
future. We were always more or less
hard pressed for funds. ] did not
gamble, bu.. l wasted a lot. The moth.
Or gave us an allowance of five thou
sand each. To this managed to add
another i've and you another four. You
rel always borrowing from me.
never questioned what you did with 1t.
! would to God l had! It would have
saved us a lot OF trouble"
The hand In his relaxed and slipped
from the clasp.
Some Of these things will sound
bitter, but the heart behind them isn't.
So | did what | thought to be a great
and glorious thing. | was sober when
reached Chicago. | saw my deed
from another angle. Think Of It; We
could have given our joint note to
mothers bank for the amount. Old
Henderson would have discounted 1t
In q second. 1t was too late. l went
on. The few hundreds ! had gave out.
I've been up against it pretty hard.
There were times when / envied the
pariah dog. But fortune came around
n day. knocked. and / let her in. L
returned to make a restitution, only to
learn that it had been made by you.
long ago. A trick Of young Elmore's.
! shouldn't have come back II l could
have e the money"
Arthur raised his head and sat up.
al. why did you not write? Why did
you not let me know where you were?
God II my witness. II there is a cor.
ner Of this world unsearched for you.
For two years l had a man hunting.
He gave up. ] believed you dead"
dead? Well. ! was IN . sense"
You have suffered. but not az
have. Always you had before you your
Great, splendid. foolish sacrifice. had
nOthing to buoy me up: there war only
the drag Of the recollection Of an evil
desd. and : moment Of pitiful weak
ness. The temptation val too great,
Ranl."
\ sHow did It happen7"
How does anything like that hap
1sm? Curiosity drew me first. for at
Nctlege ! never played but ) few games
1e369a. Curiosity. desire. then the
10 nlsso q the passion- You will
noN whnt thak 4. Paul. II II
~ Isye. faith, Or honor.
1sknc~s neyer thought myself
oehool I uas To least I'm