Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-22

glance at his fathers window he turned
In his Impotence toward the sea whose
restless and continuous moaning had
at length struck his car. What was IN
Its call tonight that he should sway to-
ward 1t as though drawn by some
dread magnetic force? Then the n1ne
slow strokes which signalized the mo
ment when he was to look for his
fathers presence at the window.
And what did he see? What did that
window hold for him?
Nothing that he might not have seen
there any night at this hour. His
fathers figure drawn up behind the
panes in w1stful contemplation OF the
night. No visible change in his atti-
tude. nothing forced or unusual in his
manner. Even the hand. lifted to pull
down the shade, moves with Its famil-
lar hesitation. In a moment more that
shade will be down and But no!
the lifted hand falls back; tho easy at
titude becomes strained, fixed. He ts
staring now-not merely gazing out
upon the wastes of sky and sea and
glance. stares also in breathless emo
ton at what those distances, but now
so fnpenetrable. are giving to the eye.
A specter floating In the air above the
promontory. The specter of a woman
of his wife. clad as she had been clad
that fatal night, Outlined in super
natural light. it faces them with lifted
arms showing the ends of rope dang
ing from either wrist. sight awful
to any eye, but to the man of guilty
heart
All! it comes-the cry for which the
agonfZed son had been listening, An
old mans shrek. hoarse with the re-
morse of sleepless nights and DAYS Of
uh1maginable regret and foreboding,
1t cuts the night. 1t cuts its way into
his heart. He feels his senses falling
him. yet he must glance once more at
the window and see with his last con-
sclous look- But what Is this
chanRe mas taken place In the picture
or his father sinking back in shame
and terror before this visible image Of
MS secret sin. but that Of another
weak. old man falling to the floor be-
nana MS back. Abram. the attentive,
seemingly harmless. guardian of the
household! Abram! who had never
spoken a word or given a look in any
way suggestive of his having PLAYED
any other part in the hideous drama of
their lives than that of the humble and
sympathetic servant.
me shock was too great. the relief
700 absolute for credence He. the
lstcher Mt tho Erotto? He, the avenper
o. INC famtiy'a honorP He. the insurer
OF llttie rogers continuance with the
family at coat the one who loved him
beat would rather have died himself
IMAM pay? Yes! there IL no misdoubt-
ing this old servitor'A' attitude of alb
re. appeal or tho meaning Of Homer
pJohn's joyfully uplIftcd countenance
ana outspreading arms The servant
pegs for mercy from man. and the
master In giving thanks TO heaven,
why giving thanks? Has he been the
prey or oankering doubts alsoo Has
me rather dreaded to discover that In
the son which the son has dreaded to
discover III the father?
1t might easily be; and us Roger
recognizes this truth and the full
Tragedy OF their mutual lives he drops
TO MS knees amid the honeysuckles
Violet, you are wonder. But how
did you dare?"
This from Arthur as the two rode to
the train In the early morning
me answer came a bit waveringly
Il do not know. l am astonished vet
at my own daring Look at my hands
They have not ceased trembling since
the moment you threw the light upon
me on the rocks"
"Abram has confessed his guilt, /
hear"
Yes. and will die of it, The master
viii bury the man, and not the man
the MASTER"
And Roger Not the little fellow.
but the father"
We will not talk of him." said she
her eyes seeking the sea where the
sun in its rising was battling with a
troop OF lowering clouds and slowly
GAINING the Ei0tosaa