The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-06-03

except In their relation to a completed
state OF happiness for his father In
distinctly he recognized them as essen
tials.
Ay, he was lonely. The house was
as bleak as the steppes OF Siberia. He
longed for companionship. friendship,
kindness-and suddenly in the midst
of II all he leaped to his feet.
I'm going out, gentlemen" he ex-
claimed. breaking in upon an unappre-
ciated tale that Mr.. Riggs was relat-
ing at some length and with consider
able fierceness in view OF the fact that
Mr.. Dawes had pulled him up rather
sharply once or twice In q matter of
inaccuracies. Excuse me, please"
He left them gaping with astonish-
ment and dashed out into the hall for
his coat and hat. Even then he had
no definite notion as to what his next
move would be, save that he was going
out-somewhere, anywhere. he did not
care.
Somehow, as he rushed down the
| front steps with the cool night air
blowing in his face, there surged up
within him a strong, overpowering
sense of filial duty. II was his duty to
make the first advances. 1t was for
him TO pave the way 70 peace and hap
piness Something vague but disturb
ing tormented him with the fear that
his father faced grave peril and that
his own place was beside him and not
against him, as he had been in all
these lily directed years. He could
not put II away from him, this thought
that his father was in danger--in dan.
ger OF something that was not phys.
ical. something from which. with all
his valor. he had no adequate form OF
defense.
At the corner he paused, checked by
an irresistible impulse to look back.
ward at the house he had just left. To
his surprise there was light In the
drawing-room windows facing the
street. The shades In one of them
had been thrown wide open and
stream OF light fiared out across the
sidewalk,
Framed in this oblong square OF
light stood the figure Of man. Slowly,
as II drawn by a force he could not
resist, the young man retraced his
steps until he stood directly In front
of the window A questioning smile
was on his lips. He was looking up
into Ranjabs shadowy. unsmiling face,
dimly visible in the glow from the
distant street lamp. For long time
they stared at each other. no sign of
recognition passing between them. The
Hindu's face was as rigid. as emotion
less as II carved out of stone; his
eyes we're unwayering. Frederic could
see them. even in the shadows. He
had the queer feeling that, though the
man gave no sign, he had something
he wanted to say to him. that he was
actually calling to him 20 come back
into the house.
Undecided, the man outside took
several halting steps toward the door
way, his gaze still fixed on the face in
the window. Then he broke the spell.
1t was notion on his part, he argued.
II he had been wanted his fathers
servant would have beckoned to him.
He would not have stood there like
craven image, staring out into the
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this, Frederic wheeled and swung of
up the street once more, walking rap
idly, as one who is pursued. Turning,
he waved his hand at the man in the
window. He received no response.
Farther off he looked back once more.
The Hindu still was there. Long after
he was out Of sight of the house he
cast frequent glances over his shoul-
der as if still expecting to see the
lighted window and its occupant.
AS he made his way to Broadway.
somewhat hazily bent on following that
thoroughfare to the district where the
night glittered and the stars we're
shamed, he began turning over in his
mind queer notion that had just sug
gested itself to him, filtering through
the maze of uncertainty in which he
had been floundering. 1t occurred to
him that he had been mawkishly SEN
timental in respect to his father His
attitude had not changed-he was seri-
ously impressed by the feelings that
had mastered him-but he found him
self ridiculing the idea that his father
stood in peril of any description. And
suddenly, out of no particular trend Of
thought, CROPPED the sly, persistent sus-
picion that he had not been altogether
responsible for the sensations of an
hour ago. Some outside influence had
nodded his emotions for him. some
cunning brain had been doing his
thinking for him.
Then came the sharp recollection
Of that motlonless. commanding figure
in the lighted window, and his own
puzzling behavior on the sidewalk out
side. He recalled his impression that
someone had called out to him Just
before he turned to look up at the
window. It was all quite preposterous,
he kept on saying over and over again
to himself, and yet he could not shake
OF the uncanny feeling.
Earlier in the evening, without warn.
ing. without the slightest encourage
ment on his part, there had suddenly
leaped into existence a warm, tender
and wholly inexplicabe feeling toward
his father. At first he had been
amazed by this unwonted, almost un.
natural feeling, which later on deyel