The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-21

had just read TO Him. But II ye for.
give not men neither will
your father forgive. :" And
again. Judge not that ye be not
judged" When he turned back to her
there we're new lines of suffering in
the gray old face.
I'm sore beset. child; sore beset,"
he sighed. you we're telling me that
Mcfarland and johnson will be here
tonight"
Eyes; they should both reach Wa.
haska this evening""
Another pause, and at the end of It:
THAT man Broffln; you'll remember
you asked me one day who he was, and
l tellt We he was special officer for
the bank. Is he still here?"
HE is; saw him on the street this
morning."
Again Andrew Galbraith turned his
face away, and he was quiet for so
long q time that she thought he had
fallen asleep. But he had not.
You're thinking something Of the
WATERMAN, lassie? Don't mind the
clavers of an auld man who never had
chick or child of his ain"
Her answer was such as a child
might have made She lifted the big.
jointed hand on the coverlet and
pressed it softly to her flushed cheek,
and he understood
Il thought SO; was afraid So" he
said, slowly. you say you have known
him long time; it Gamma have been
long enough. bairnie."
But 1t is" she insisted, loyalty. II
know him better than he knows him.
self; oh, very much BETTER
'Ye know the good in him, maybe:
there's good in all men, I'm thinking
now. though there was a time when
l didna believe It,"
Il know the good and the bad-and
the bad is only the good turned up-
side down.
Again the sick man wagged his head
on the pillow and closed his eyes
"Ye're a loving lassie. Maggie, and
that's a. there is to it," he commented:
and after another interval: "What
must be. must be. We spoke of this
man Brofin: must see him before
johnson comes. Can We get him for
me, Maggie. child?"
She nodded and went downstairs to
the telephone. returning almost imme.
diately.
Il was fortunate enough to catch
him at the hotel He will be here in a
few minutes was the word she
brought; and Galbraith thanked her
with his eyes
when he comes, yen let me see
him alone-just for a few minutes. he
begged; and beyond that he said no
more
1t was after the click OF the gate
latch had announced Brofln's arrival
that Margery drew the shades to shut
out the glare of the afternoon sun,
lowering the one at the beds head 90
that the light no longer fell upon the
instruments Of the small house tele-
phone set mounted upon the wall be-
side the door.
Mr.. Broffin is here, and I'll send
MIN up" she said. But you mustn't
let him stay long. and you mustn't try
to talk too much"
Inc sick man promised, and as she
was going away she turned to repeat
the caution. Andrew Galbraith's eyes
were closed in WEAKNESS, and he did
not see that she was standing with her
back to the wall while she admonished
him, or that, when she had gone tc
send the visitor up, the earpiece Of the
mouse telephone set had been detached
from its hook and left dangling by its
wire cord.
Miss Grierson went on into the II.
brary after she had met the detective
at the door and had told him how to
nnd the upstairs room. When the
sound of cautiously closed door told
her that Broffin had entered the sick.
room, she snatched the receiver of the
library house phone from it's hook and
held 1t to her ear For little time
keen anxiety wrote its sign manual in
the knitted brows and the tightly
pressed lips Then she smiled and
the dark eyes grew softly radiant. The |
dear old saint" she whispered; the |
dear, dear old saint" And when Brof. |
I'm came down a few minutes later. she |
went to open the hall door for him,
serenely demure and with honey on |
her tongue. as befitted the role of |
'everybody's good angel"
did you find him worse than you
feared. or better than you hoped?" she
asked.
He's mighty near the edge, l should
But you never can tell.
Some Of these old fellows can CLAW
back to the top O. the hill after al,
the doctors in creation have thrown IN
heir hands. I've seen it. What does
Doc Farnham say?"
What he always says; while there's
life. there's hope"
Brofin nodded and went his way
1own the walk. stopping at the gate to
lake up the cigar he had hidden on his
arrival
so Galbraith's out Of 1t. lock, stock
and barrel" he muttered, as he. strobe
-hQpghtfully downward. Il reckoned
t'd be hathaway, as soon as heard
he story O. that shipwreck. And now
amt so blamed sure that it's Ray.
ner a-holdin' the fort in them pretty
black eyes. The old man talked like a
nan that had just been honeyfugled
md talked over and primed plum up
o the muZZle Why the blue hlazea |