The Lamar register., 1921-01-05
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Copyright By the Bobbs-AerrinC Company
(Continucd from Page Two)
By DAVID ANDERSON

were happening btNtiplhitilS uiiibiu-
ing. too fast for comprehension. The
old man was staring al Them both.
from one To The othcr as II unable Ia
grasp revelation that had been TWEEN
ty years coming lie stretched up his
hands at last tn the young man, pulled
his face down TO him gaZed on il as
at something OF which he had long
dreamed but never hoped to see
turned back TO the man ON the floor.
Martin Redmond. m requitp The
deed you've done, the one good deed
of your evil life. The little girl I've
raised as my own, the child of tine
good woman you cruelty killed. the
child you deserted, your daughter
stands before you"
The girl recolled IN horror. The un-
natural father strained his glazing
eyes toward the daughter his thought
had outraged. cry muttered up oui
of his chest and brought with IL eush
or froth and blood: he stirened: his
face tightenedr horribly; he fell heavy
against the arms OF the sherifr--dead.
The girl turned away from the srne-
some sight stole half faiterins
Pearlhunter threw herself down by the
side OF the couch and bowed her face
upon the old mans bosom.
''Unsay IL Daddy, OH, Daddy. un-
say IT."
He softly stroked her hair with his
great. gaunt hand.
ITS the truth. DOtty. and can't be
unssid. But you owe him no respect
u parent only, never father. He de
serted you, and killed your mother
in ways unspeakabie killed her-a
woman Of The high blood of the
Dawns." He fumbled the picture up
on his breast, held II before his face
moment. laid It back. God :! he
groaned. "rhe ruin he wrought For
years | searched for her"-he spoke
the name III reverence, "hpd you, my
son"
His hand found Its way back into
the Pearlhunters his eyes strained
hard toward the face bending over
him.
They seemed hungry to know many
things-the twenty years N wander
ing; the death OF the woman OF the
picture: how the young man came TO
be Just there. of his wounded arm.
But with the steady courage OF sol
dier who knew the end was near. he
put them by. and dropped his eyes to
the girls hair
Your grandfather, Dotty, old God
frey Dawn. cast your mother on When
she married Martin Redmond. Alone,
and dying In poverty and want. she
sent for me at last" The girl was
crying softly. He stopped, put his
arm about her aud drew her close Il
had the priviiege-and honor-of max
ing her last hours less terrible. She
died without-seelng you. You were
three years old when | gave up the
search, left everything in the hands
of my good friend. Judge Eskridge
and came up here to lose myself in
these vast woods along the Wabash
II present from General Jackson"
His eyes closed wearlly He lay
so still. and the pallor on his face was
50 ghastly that the Pearlhunter benz
anxiously over him. But the heavy
lids presently unclosed; the voice
queer and hoarse from long disuse
and noticeably growing weaker, fal
tered on.
Seven years! 1t seems only this
morning he shot me! And Yet II
couldn't be. or Dotty wouldn't be the
wonderful woman she has become. nor
you, my son, the man you are-the man
I was when led Jacksons rangers
Hesper Dawn Red" the quavering
voice hesitated. NO. no. let thai
name perish with his who disgraced
IT, The judge knows. Hesper Dawn
David Wulf Warbritton. Both OF the
high blood Of the Dawns; your moth
ers both named Hesper Dawn, distant
cousins, both the same name, and botf
OF the same high blood. Neither need
you be ashamed, my son, Of your name
OF Warbfitton. II has been more oil
less on the tongues of men since the
brave days of Saxon Harold. Share
your estate with Dotty. 1t is in tbs
will that you do so. and there's ample
for you both. The Judge will know
The Pearlhunter was on the poin
of mentioning the letter-the deati
OF the girls grandfather, his relentint
his Will. But the faltering voice lef
him no opening.
My son. you are man grown, bu
you will not deny your father th'