Williams news., 1916-05-11
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outcast, with his funny parrakeet, what was he to them and they to him? It must be, it must be! They were brothers. Nature, full of amazing freaks as she was, had not perpetrated this one without calling upon a single strain of blood.
 She lay back among her pillows, her eyes leveled at the few stars beyond her door, opened to admit any cooling breeze. Her head ached. It was like the computations of astronomers; to a certain extent the human mind could grasp the distances but could not com prehend them. It was more than chance. Chance alone had not brought him to the crumbling ledge. There was a strain of fatalism in Elsa. She was positive that all these things had been written long before and that she was to be used as the key.
 Paul Ellison.
 She drew from the past those salient recollections of Arthur and his moth CT: First, the day the two had called regarding the purchase or a house that her father had just put on the market "a rambling old colonial affair, her own mothers birthplace. Sixteen; she had not quite bee': that, just free froro her school days in Italy. With the grand air of youth she had betrayed the fact almost instantly, while wait ing for her father to come into the living room.
 '1talyi" said Arthur's mother, whom Elsa mentally adopted at once. The stranger spoke a single phrase, which Elsa answered in excellent if formal Italian. This led from one question to another Mrs. Ellison turned out to be a schoolmate of her mothers, and she, Elsa, had inherited their very room. What more was needed?
 The Ellisons bought the house and lived quietly within it. Society, and there was good deal of it in that small Kentuckian city, society waited for them to approach and apply for ad- mittance, but waited in vain. Mrs. FL lison never went anywhere. Her son Arthur was a student and preferred his books. So eventually society intro duced itself. Persons who ignored it must be interesting. When it became known that Mrs. Ellison had been the cratic wife of General Chetwood; {; when the local banker quietly spread the information that the Ellisons were comfortably supplied with stocks and bonds of a high order, society con- cluded that it could do very well with out past history. That could come later.
 With her father dead, Elsa became as much at home in the Ellison house as in her own. But never, never any. where in the house, was there indica' tion of the existence of brother, so like Arthur that under normal condi' tions it would have been difficult to tell them apart. Even when she used to go up to the garret with Mrs. Eli. son, to aid her in rummaging some old trunk, there came to light none of those trifling knickknacks which any mother would have secretly clung to, no matter to what depth her flesh and blood had fallen. Never had she seen among the usual amateur photographs one presenting two boys. Once she had come across a photograph of a smooth-faced youth who was in the act of squinting along the top of an engineers tripod. Arthur had laugh. ingly taken it away from her, saying that it represented him when he had had ambitions to build bridges.
 To build bridges. The phrase awoke something in Elsas mind. Bridges She sat up in bed, mentally keen for the first time since dinner. T have built bridges in my time over which trains are passing at this moment.