The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-09-25

| a. AdSL IudI yOu udu lhuuSu-
mother and you"
eyes," she said, I'VE did" What did
he mean by "at last"7 Had he been
reading the papers all year for report
Of her return?
"This afternoon the papers said you
are home"
| eyes"
$50 tonight 1 am at one Of your
neighbors."
Staying there?" said Agnes. What
was this man to her? It was hard
for her to speak.
"No. I'm leaving now.-
"Will you come hereY'
| Agnes returned to her family. "He'g
coming here" she told them.
"Tonightr' demanded her mother.
SNOW" And she left them again,
and stood near the door.
At the Linsdales', Cathal returned
from the telephone to the study, shut
Off from other rooms, where waited
the man threatened with Imprisonment
for the rest Of his life.
| The room was dark, save for q
cone Of yellow light from the shaded
lamp over the accounts and records
they had examined together-over and
| over, and would never finish. Phil
Linsdale sat pushed back just beyond
the edge Of the light.
"Going now, O'Mara?"
"Yes, sir. Good night"
"Not for a minute, O'Mara. Give
me another minute, will you? Sit
down again. That's right. Now
I've nothing to say. But can't let you
go. What in hell will I do? Go
over it again with my wife? Or sit
with her and not go over 1t again?
And my daughter! Damn 1t,
O'Mara! You went to college too; did
you study Shakespeare? He said
too many things too well. To pat for
you-you can't forget them.
"T have lived long enough; my
way of life is fallen into the scar, the
yellow leaf Know it, O'Mara?"
"Yes, sir"
| "'And that which should accompany
old age, as honor, love, obedience,
troops of friends, must not look to
have That's me, even If you get me
off, O'Mara. Do you suppose my broth
er was right-my brother Arthur? He
should have died hereafter That's an
other great line, O'Mara. Macbeth said
it Of his wife when they told him she
was gone. She should have died here
| after Arthur should have stayed. He
was far the best Of us. He was twice
me, twice my brother Emery, in Can
| ada. Come tomorrow night early
and stay late, will you, O'Mara?"
Cathal drove slowly from the house.
He could not let the man whom he
had left hear him hurrying away.
Agnes at last heard his car.
She was in white, as he had left her
year ago, and so he saw her.
81 couldn't come sooner" he said.
81 know" she said. What was this
man to her, when the sight Of him
and his voice, after year, SO stirred
her?
Her father asked: Flows Phil Lins-
dale tonight"
"He's not changed much since they
released him on bail-and he buried
his brother"
"He can't be really guiltyl" Beatrice
Gleneith protested. "He can't bel"
Cathal looked at her, and thought Of
long, long ago-11 months ago, before
any of this had happened, and 1t had
| heen MYRTLE Lorrie who had REQUIRED
defending.
"Why?" he said.
"They accuse him Of stealing funds.
Mr.. Linsdale would never steal. 1t is
inconceivable. He is friend Of ours.
have known Mrs. Linsdale for years"
eyes," said Cathal. "She told me-"
Davis said nothing. He had risen
and shaken hands with Cathal, and
then lapsed into his chair.
Cathal O'Mara was changed too. It
was not that his consequence was in
creased. She felt that, but not from
him: it was in the attitude the others
took toward him.
There had been nothing tonight
there could have been nothing-like
the moment they had shared in the
breaking storm under the lightning on
the shore. They remained with her
family, but she did not want him to
go; he arose, however, and she went to
the door with him. There they were
alone.
"'Twill be strange" he said, gazing
down at her, mot to be watching the
social columns tomorrow. All year I've
bought every paper, every day, for
chance of menticN of you. Now you'll
be staying homer"
"Yes," said Agnes. wouldn't you?"
II would" he said, quite soberly.
Especially regarding your brother-in-
law"
Davis" Agnes almost whispered
his name. "How did he look to your"
Cathal answered In one word: "Des-
perate."
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