The Carlisle independent., 1915-03-25

uo' put, LOT all that, le u6SplT6u them-justifiably so, no doubt if one bears in mind the fact that they signi- fled more to James Brood than did his long-neglected son.
 The cold reserve that extended to the young man did not carry beyond him in relation to any other member of the household so far as James Brood was concerned. The unhappy boy early in their acquaintance, came to realize that there was little in com mon between him and the man he called father. After a while the eager light died out of his own eyes and he no longer strove to encourage the in- innate relations he had counted upon as part of the recompense for so many years of separation and loneli- ness. It required but little effort on his part to meet his fathers indiffer- ence with a coldness quite as pro- nounced; he had never known the meaning of filial love; he had been man he had never seen, and he had learned as one learns astronomy-by calculation. He hated the two old men because his father loved them.
 The patient butler Jones, had made no less than four visits to the library since ten o'clock to awaken them and pack them off to bed Each time he had been ordered away, once with the joint admonition to mind his own business"
 But it is nearly midnight" pro- tested Jones irritably,- with a glance at the almost empty decanter.
 Jones'" said Danbury Dawes, with great dignity and an eye that de ceived him to such degree that he could not for the life of him under stand why Jones was attending them in pairs, Jones, you ought to be in hic-bed, d-n you-both of you. Wha' you mean, sir, by coming in-hic- here thish time O night dis-disturb, ing"
 You internal ingrate," broke in MT Riggs fiercely, don't you dare to touch that bottle, sir. Let it alone!"
 Its time you were in bed" pro nounced Jones, taking MT. Dawes by the arm. MT. Dawes sagged heavily in his chair and grinned triumphantly He was short, very fat old man.
 Take him to bed, Jones'" said MT. Riggs firmly He's drunk and-and utterly useless at time like this. Take him along"
 Who the dev-hic--il are you, sir?" demanded MT. Dawes, regarding Mir Riggs as if he had never seen him before.
 You are both drunk" said Jones, succinctly.
 The heavy front door closed with a bang at that instant and the sound of footsteps came from the hall-a quick, firm tread that had decision in it.
 Jones cast furtive, nervous glance over his shoulder.
 Pm sorry to have Mr. Frederic see you like this" he said, biting his lip. "He hates it so"
 The two old men made a commend able effort to stand erect, but no ef- fort to stand alone. They linked arms and stood shoulder to shoulder
 Show him in" said MT. Riggs, mag nificently.
 Now we'll find out wass in tele- gram off briny deep" said MT. Dawes. spraddling his legs a little farther apart in order to declare a stanch front.
 Its worth waiting up for" said MT. Riggs.
 Absolutely" said his staunch friend.
 Frederic Brood appeared in the door, stopping short just inside the heavy curtains. There was a momen- tary picture, such as a stage director would have arranged. He was still wearing his silk hat and top-coat, and one glove had been halted in the process of removal Young Brood stared at the group of three, a frank stare of amazement. A crooked smile came to his lips.
 Somewhat later than usual, I sec" he said, and the glove came off with jerk. Whats the matter, Jones? Re- bellion?"
 No, sir. It's the wireless, sir"
 "Wireless?"
 "Briny deep" said MT. Dawes, vaguely pointing.
 "Oh," said young Brood. crossing slowly to the table. He picked up the envelope and looked at the inscrip- tion. "Oh." said he again, in quite a different tone on seeing that it was addressed to him. From father, I dare say" he went on. fine line ap- bearing between his eyebrows.
 The old men leaned forward, fixing their blear eyes upon the missive.
 Les hear the worst. Freddy" said MT. Riggs.
 The young man ran his finger under the flap and deliberately drew out the There ensued another pic ture. As he read his eyes widened and then contracted; his firm young jaw became set and rigid. Suddenly a short, bitter execration fell from his lips and the paper crumpled in his hand. Without another word, he strode to the fireplace and tossed it