The Waterbury Democrat., 1945-12-18
CHAPTER xEu

NlfUtk nlM Efon 1he DnaEloe W5th a more tremeneoaa shock.
 Wherex my boz WIIliamf" Easd Che old man. huEricdly. William. come away from here. Wen 60 bone-
 Home. fathsrf- returned wn- Ian. gAre you going to leave FouT own sonf"
 That's no s5n of uine.- said Philip. trembling win resentment ~No such wretch a6 that has any claim on me. My children gre pleas ant Co look at, and they wat upon me. and are uEeful to me. I've e right 10 iti i'm SIT
 You're old enough to be no older." rnuttered William. looking ai him gTudgingly, with his hands in his pockets. T don't know what good you are. myself. We could have . deal more pleasure without yOu."
 My son, MT. Redlawi" said the old man. My son, tool The boy talking to me Of my soni Why, what has he ever done to give inc any pleasure. I should like to know7"
 T don't know what you have ever done to give me any pleasure" said William, sulkily.
 I'm ST." said the old man, rambling on. childishly. and weakly, '-and I don't know as I ever was much put out by anything. I'm not Q going to begin now, because of what he calls my son. He's not my son. And I don't care, neither; l don't care a bit"
 In his drowsy chuckling, and the shaking of his head. he put his hands into bis waistcoat pockets. In one of them he found a bit of holly Cleft there, probably, last night), which he now took out, and looked at.
 Berries, eh?" said the old man. There's good cheer when there's berries. Well; ought to have my share of 1t, and to be waited on, and kept warm and comfortable; for I'm eighty-seven, and poor old man. I'm eigh-ty-seven. Eighty sevenl"
 The drivelling, pitiable manner in which, as he repeated this, he nibbled at the leaves, and spat the morsels out; the cold, uninterested eye with which his youngest son (so change6 regarded him; the deter mined apathy with which his eldest son lay hardened in his sin; im- pressed themselves no more on Red- laws observation-for he broke his way from the spot to which his feet seemed to have been fixed, and ran out of the house.
 HIS guide came crawling forth III from his place of refuge, and was ready for him before he reached She arches.
 For a short distance the boy went on before; but their return was more like flight than walk, and 1t was as much as his bare feet could do, to keep pace with the Chemist s rapid strides. Shrinking from all who passed, shrouded in his cloak, and keeping it drawn closely about him, as though there were mortal contagion in any fluttering touch of his garments, he made no pause un- til they reached the door by which they had come out. He unlocked 1t with his key, went in, accompanied by the boy, and hastened through the dark passages to his own cham Der.
 The boy watched him as he made the door fast, and withdrew be- hind the table when he looked around.
 "Comel" he said. Don't you touch mel You've not brought me here to take my money away" Redlaw threw some more upon the ground. He flung his body on it immediately, as if to hide 1t from him, lest the sight of 1t should tempt him to reclaim 1t: and not until he saw him seated by his lamp, began furtively to pick it up.
 And this," said Redlaw. gazing on him with increased repugnance and ear, 'is the only one compan- ion I have left on earth!"
 How long 1t was before he was aroused from his contemplation of this creature, whom he dreaded oO-WlSI1ACI 4ldA nAA LOuAJ VI haAA the night-he knew not. But the stiffness of the room was broken by the boy (whom he had seen listening) starting up, and running towards the door.
 Here's the woman coming" he exclaimed.
 The Chemist stopped him on his way, at the moment when she knocked.
 Let me go to her, win your" said the boy.
 Not now" returned the Chem ist. Stay here. Nobody must pass in or out of this room now. Who's that?"
 Its I, Sir." cried Milly. Pray, Sir, let me in!"
 "Nol Not for the worldl" he said.
 ''Mr. Redlaw, MT. Redlaw, pray, Sir, let me in."
 What is the matter?" he said, holding the boy.
 'The miserable man you saw is worse, and nothing I cap say will wake him from his terrible infatua- tion. Williams father has turned childish in a moment. William him. self is changed. Oh, MT. Redlaw, pray advise me, help mel"
 ''No! Nol Nol" he answered.
 '.Mr. Redlaw! Dear Sirl George has been muttering, in his doze, about the man you saw there, who, he fears, will kill himself"
 Better he should do 1t, than come near me-"
 "He says, in his wandering, that you know him; that he was your friend once, long ago; that he is the ruined father of student here my mind misgives me, of the young gentleman who has been ill. What is to be done? How is he to be saved? MT. Redlaw. pray, oh, pray. advise mel Help mel"
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