RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
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gjr ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
Author of "The Woman jrom WoJverfons"
ILLUSTRATlOJSSr HXSWOIOTLYOIJNCj-
COPYRIGHT, 1914- PY f.G. BROWNE St CO.
CHAPTER XXIV Contlnutd.
"Why," the cried suddenly, "the date
was May 29, last year; that was two
days alter 1 camo homo from tho con
rent" Her forehead knitted Into a
puttied frown. "It mutt have been
that night that morning when
Bnoch had a ttag party, and 1 came
la, after you had all gone. It was
the flrat time I saw you. I havo told
you about It when you tat out thore,
waiting for a 'bua."
"Yea," ho whispered.
"Then afterwards," oho raised her
head with a quick gesturo, "wo wont
to Juniper Point There you told mo
about your play and you wont away
to write It?"
She paused, waiting for Merry to
enswor. Sho ,dld not ralso hoV eyes.
Hor head was bent'as If she took tho
shame of her brothor upon bcr own
shoulders.
"Yon." Tho man spoko In a slow
whisper.
"Then you camo bock, with the play
finished, nnd road It to Enoch, and ho
ho claimed It bocaiiBo ho hold this
against you?" Sho laid a trembling
Anger upon tho sheet of papor.
"Yes."
Dorcas sat porfectly still with hor
arms lying on tho desk. Merry bent
oyer and gently touchod hor check.
"Oh!" sho shrank nway from him
with a shuddering cry. "Oh, how
could you lot him do such a thing!
It was so cruel, so Inconceivably cruel,
so shameful, and so unjust! It was
uch a mistake! Why did you lot my
brother do such a thing?"
"I don't know." Merry spoko ab
ruptly. "Toll mo why you let him do It"
persisted tho gtrl.
"I don't beltovo I can explain to
you." Thore was a hopoless tono In
the man's voice. "For a while It
aeemed to me like a poker debt.
Women cannot undorstand a pokor
debt"
"No, I cannot understand," con
fessed Dorcas. Thon sho went on hur
riedly: "Was that your only reason 7"
"No, I folt that way at first Then
It seemed foolish. Ono night I deter
mined for a minute to sot myself free,
to get tho play back, and to make you
understand. It was tho night that
night when you took mo homo when
you found mo in the when you gavo
me new courage and a fresh outlook
on life when you made a man of
me."
Dorcas rose and stood facing him
with her eyeB searching him. "Why
didn't you do It?" sho asked.
"Because," said Morry unsteadily,
"do you remombor you no I I
asked you whon a roan had fallen
as low as I had if ho had anything
loft that would pull him to his feet.
You said, 'Yob, so long as he has hon
or, thero Is no end of a chance for
him
"Oh!" cried Dorcas aghast "Oh, to
think that I should havo put that In
your way!"
"Put what In my way? Dearest, that
night I camo around tho corner I
had been wandering in tho desert.
Baddenly I found sunshine, I found
love and hope, I found you. That
night when you went away I began
to understand that it was the moBt
wonderful chanco Qod ever put in a
man's way." ,
An instant later his arms were about
her and she felt his kiss upon her
cheek.
"Don'f cried Dorcas. "Don't!" She
freed herself from his clasp and held
him away from her. "Can't you un
derstand, don't you soe, Andrew, after
what Enoch did to you, that I cannot
be your wife?"
"You cannot be my " He stored
at hor In bewllderod dismay.
"Yes, that is what I moan," sho whis
pered tromuouBly. "Don't you under
stand? How could I marry you with
tho thought of this horrlblo wrong
constantly between us? I could never
forget It. Remember it was Enoch, my
brother don't you understand? my
brother who did this! How could
you go on loving me and "
"Remember it was your brother
who aavod my life," Bald Merry pas
sionately. "How could I go on lov
ing you, dearest? How could I stop
loving you? I could go through hell
for you, and yet I confess 1 would
rather bo with you in heaven." He
flushed and his face grow grave. "You
are mlno all mine and I am yours,
ao wholly and truly youra that I have
grown to think of this world as mere
ly ono spot ono little spot whero we
can mako a homo and I can havo you
beside mo for tho rest of my life."
gothor convulsively. The nails cut into
his palms and an ache which hurt
tugged at his heart. Wentworth's
chamber held momories for him: ho
thought of nights when ho had lain
helpless upon that samo bed and
Enoch had takon care of him In a
lumbering fashion. During those daya
ho had seen tho rugged faco grow wan
from want of sleep; still for htm a
smllo always lit tho stern features.
Suddenly, as tho laBt remnant of an
old scab sloughs off, every fragmont
of hatred, of resentment at Injustice,
of pain and rebellion which for ten
months had been warping his nature
and clouding his llfo fell away from
Merry's heart Tho lovo, tho Implicit
confidence, oven tho boyish depend
enco upon tho older man, came flood
ing back Into his soul like a high tide.
All that had stood between blm and
Wentworth seemed unimportant com
pared with tho vital fact that they
had been nnd still woro friends.
When tho nurso beckoned he stolo
noiselessly across tho floor. Sho point
ed to a chair by tho bedside "Ho
has dozed off," she explained In a low
whisper. "Ho asked for you Just bo
foro ho went to sleep. I told him
you wero coming. Sit hero so that bo
can soo you whon ho wakes up."
Merry dropped into tho chair. Ho
began to sco perfoctly through tho
gloom. Wentworth's grim, gaunt faco
bad startled him for a, mlnuto. Tho
eyelids wero closed, with depths of
shadow bolow them. Tho man's domi
nating noso stood out llko a silhouette
against tho whlto pillow. 'The mus
tache had been shaved away and lines,
chiseled by days and nights of pain,
wrinkled about tho quiet mouth. Merry
sat staring at tho haggard faco with a
dull, tugging hopo In his soul, which
ho could not voice even to Dorcas.
Ho wanted time tlmo enough to tell
Enoch thai tho old enmity was dead,
that the old love was allvo, strength
ened by new tlos. A spasm of pain ran
through the sick man's face, wrinkling
tho pallid forehead and twitching the
lips. Merry looked up at the nurse.
She read tho question in bis eyes.
"No," sho whispered, "he 1b going to
llvo. His brain Is clear now. Ho haa
a great constitution. That was tho
only thing that saved him."
Tho woman had a strong, intelligent
face and hor manner was full of calm
conviction. Sho was not young and
must havo watched over many a bat
tlo between life and death. Sho knew!
Morry sighed with relief and pcaco
of mind, even with a mad throb of
joy. Tho thought of Dorcas and tho
futuro camo with tho conviction that
thero was still tlmo to tako up tho
old bonds of lovo nnd to begin lite
again.
Tho faco upon tho pillow moved and
Enoch's eyes opened slowly. Recog
nition flashed Into them, then a smile
cropt about tho lined mouth.
"Enoch!" Tho young man dropped
on his knees bcsldo tho bed, his fin
gers stolo under tho shcot and caught
In a strong grasp tho hand which he
stand, Enoch, we aro friends friends
thnt nothing can soparato ngaln as
long as life lasts."
Tho wlstfulness of gratitude dimmed
the eyes of tho sick man, "As long atn
llfo lasts! That won't bo a great
whllo, Iioy," he whispered huBklly;
"only now It Is all right and it
seems different I felt llko a coward
a little while ago. You remember that
writing chap who died lately? Ho said
somothlng Just before ho went I
thought of It this morning 'I'm afraid
to go homo In the dark' wasn't that
what ho said? I felt lonely and I
know"
"Listen, Enoch." Merry spoko with
a tono of passlonato conviction. "Look
here, old man, you'ro not going home
Jn tho dark, not yet. You've got thirty
or forty years before that homegolng."
Ho turned Imperatively to tho nurse.
"Push back tho curtains, won't you?
Push them away back. There's a glo
rious sun shining let it in."
Tho woman understood. She ran up
a curtain and flung back the shutters.
The room grew suddenly whlto and
radiant.
"Therot" cried Merry. "Talk of go
ing homo In the dark? Soo how the
sun 1b shining 1 Go homo in tho dark,
the idea!"
A pathetic eagerness flushed Into
tho eyes of tho man on tho bed. Tho
glaro of the sunshlno showed clearly
tho wanness and ghastly shadows in
the bandaged faco.
"Sho says," tho actor pointed over
his shoulder at tho white-gowned
nurso, "sho says you arc out on the
hlghrond coming back to Btay with
us Indefinitely, you understand,
Enoch? Sho knows. Don't you?" Ho
looked Into tho woman's faco with ar
dont pleading in his eyes.
Sho Bmllcd nnd nodded. She was
tho embodiment of health and vigor.
Hor stalwart body and her wholesome
rosy faco wero pleasant for Blck oyes
to look upon. "Yes, you've como
back," sho said emphatically. "When
tho doctor left nn hour ago ho said we
had pulled you safely around tho cor
ner. Now nil tho Job I havo cut out
for mo is to bco you aro kept quiet and
patient and happy."
"Yob, happy that's tho blggeBt part
of tho prescription," repeated Merry
with a laugh.
Tho sick man looked up. The con
fession in his eyes 'was pathetic "It
seemB ages since I was happy, Boy."
"Well, you're not going to bo al
lowed to think, even to think of past
ages. You ve only to no mere ana
got well. It Is our business a sort of
Job cut out for Dorcas and mo to
keep you happy. See?"
"I soe," whlspored Enoch. The flick
er of a smllo stole Into his face. It
brought peace and a pale, eager hope,
fulness, as if a thought of restitution
and atonement was dawning in the
man's soul. Tho nurse lowered the
curtain and blotted out the radiance
which flooded the room.
"Tho doctor has ordered quiet" "he
whispered, "and sleep as much Bleep
as possible."
. Merry rose and laid bla band on
Wentworth'B forehead. "You hear her
orders, old man?" He laughed gaily.
"It's no use running full tilt against
tho nursing profession. Each one of
them thinks sho knows It all! But I'm
not going to say 'Good-by.' I mean
to hang around hero from dawn to
dark' and drop in every time I can
sueak past her or tho doctor 1"
she spoke. Tho silk thread had knotted
and she sat disentangling it with her
needle.
"As Boon as you are able to travel
wo are going to tako you away some
where. Tho city Is hot."
Enoch stared out at tho window.
"Who Is 'wo'?" he questioned.
A wavo of scarlet crept acroBB the
girl's face.
"Andrew Merry has offered to help
caro for you until you are quite strong
again," sho answered without raising
her eyes
"This Isn't busfaen." Enoch's taw
grew peremptory. "I'm strong enough
for this. I'm not a praying man, An
drew, but I lay in tho dark last night
thanking God that ho had let me live
long enough to mako restitution. I
can't make full restitution. It seems
to me as if I had been living on tho
brink of hell for halt a lifetime. Let
me como back," he pleaded, "back so
I can look decent people in the faco
again."
Morry did not speak. Ho sat watch.
lng Enoch's wasted Angers search
There still were gray shadows In his I through a mass of papers In the little
face and wan hollowB and wrinkles
about his mouth. Ills hair had whit
ened at tho temples. Physically the
man had changed, but a new tran
quility had begun to smooth away
CHAPTER XXVI.
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CHAPTER XXV.
In the Daylight
Wentworth's chamber was dim as
twilight whon Merry entered, The
outer world lay whlto nnd breathless
under a dazzling sun, and tho sudden
change to a darkened sickroom for a
moment mndo Andrew grope vaguely
on tho threshhold. As his eyes be
came accustomed to tho dusk ho saw
a whlto-gowncd nurso standing beside
tho bed. Under tho shcot lay tho mo
tionless outllno of tho mau's long
body, tho head wound with snowy
bandages. Merry's .hands gripped to-
KSS&
Dropped on His Knees Beside the Bed.
had thought was slipping from his
reach.
Wontworth's eyes held a breathless
question. "You wero not hurt?" he
whispered.
"No, old man; no. I didn't havo a
scratch. You took it all. You saved
my llfo, as you havo done more than
once, and, Enoch, you understand
wo aro back whero wo stood In tho
old days, with everything forgotten,
everything burled, burled bo deep that
nolther of us will over glvo It an
other thought"
Tho thrill of wnrmth over that
strongest of all things human a bro
ken friendship mndo warm and securo
again ran llko tho vigor of transfused
blood through tho veins of tho sick
man. Happiness flushed Into tho won
faco nnd his feeblo strength returned
Merry's grip.
Attdrow laughed aloud. "You uuder
A Moral Lesion.
Occasionally during Enoch's conva
lescence Dorcas found him listening to
common nolseB about tho house with
a feverish anxiety which was half-terror.
"I don't know what he wants," said
tho nurso ono day, "I wish I could
find out Tho doctor orders mo not
to bring up any subject that might
disturb him. There's something on
his mind, something that harasses
htm. YeBterday I stood on tho stair
speaking to Mrs. Volk and I left him
aBleep. When I went back be was
leaning on his elbow and his eyes were
fixed on the door as if be dreaded see
ing somo ono como In. He asked who
the woman was I had been talking to.
His temperaturo had gone up. 1 wish
I knew what bo is worrying about."
"I think I understand," said Dor.
can.
Sho returned to tho sickroom carry
lng a bit of needlework. An eager
smllo camo Into her brother's oyes
when sho opened tho door. Ho lay
propped up with pillows. She sat
down bestdo his bed. "Shall I read?"
she asked.
"No; go on with your sowing. I
llko to see your hands fly with that
bright silk between your Angers. Men
havo an Idea that women are one
sided creatures. They are mistaken.
You sew beautifully, and yet, while
you stitch, I think of your 'Cordelia.' "
"You haven't cared to hear about
bUBtneBB, Enoch. There are some
things you may want to know, since
you aro strong again. Mr. Oswald
sailed for England a fortnight ago.
He hated to go, leaving you before
tho critical point was passed, but the
Strand Theater offered open time for
August and it had to be attended to.
Ho Is rehearsing an English com
pany now for 'Tho House.' "
"Didn't ho want you for it?" asked
Wentworth.
"Yob; but I should not havo gone
oven if you had been well. Ho has
given 'Cordelia' to MIbs Embury, an
English girl. Ho Bnys sho will piny
It beautifully. Wo nro to open hero
on tho twentieth of October, Tho
whole company has been re-engaged.
Mr. Oswald said ho did not believe
you would caro to mako any changes.
Thero Is only ono now member
Holon Cnpron will play 'Mrs. Ester
brook.' Miss Paget wont to London
throo weeks ago,"
Dorcas did not ralso her eyes while
"When Andrew Comes, I Want to See
Him Alone."
lines of worry and caro in tho color
less face.
"And begin life over again?" he
asked.
"Yes," said the girl gently.
A pathetic eagernesB camo into his
face; then It grew Btill with the grav-.
lty of a man who had almost touched
hands with death. Into the wrinkles
about his mouth crept tho old dogged
determination, tempered by a humility
which Dorcas had never seen before.
She flung her work aside, dropped on
her knees, and drew her brother's face
close against her own. ,
"Dorry," he said after a long silence.
"when Andrew comes I want to see
him alone."
"He is downstairs now," she an
swered. "Send him up, won't you and do
you mind if he comes alone? After
wards I want you." -
The girl hesitated. "Of course. But
do you think you are strong enough
to visit much?"
"I apoke to tho doctor this morning
and bo said talking would not hurt un
less I got excited. Andrew Isn't an
exciting fellow."
"You'ro looking uncommonly well
for a sick man," Bald Merry when he
entered tho room a fow momenta later.
"So do you, Boy!" Enoch's eyes
crinkled with a smile. "You look hap
py tremendously happy."
"Of course, I am tremendously hap
py. Why shouldn't I be tremendously
happy? I nover saw a moro glorious
day; I have you back, well and strong,
the same stanch old friend you always
were; I've signed a contract for next
season in figures which would have
given me dizzy spells five years ago,
and"
"And" A pathetic eagerness came
into Enoch's face.
"Why, bless my soul, isn't that
enough to set the- average human on
transcendental stilts?"
"Andrew, you're half angel!" cried
Wentworth. There waB a quaver In
his voice.
"Half angel, you ridiculous old mud
dle head!" Merry smiled in bis en
gaging way. "There's no surplus of
angel fiber In any man angels are
feminine." The comedian's eyes be
came grave for a moment "Still, I
might have been gadding about on
wings today if it hadn't been for you.
Your courage "
"Courage!" Wentworth started as
it ho had been struck. "Andrew, nover
ubo that word about me again! It
wasn't courage that made me snatch
you from death. Oftentimes men who
In cold blood are utter cowards leap
forward and rescuo somo one from
death. That isn't courage!" He
paused, as if a word had escaped blm.
"It is blind, instinctive Impulse the
natural Impulse you And even in a
savage."
"You're too weak yet to argue."
Merry's voice was conclusive. "Only
one thing Is certain," ho turned bis
thumb toward the floor; "I am here
Instead of there."
"Andrew," tho sick man's face
flushed, "take these." He pulled a
bunch of email koys, threaded upon a
steel ring, from under his pillow.
"Won't you unlock the little drawer
at tho left of my desk and bring It
to me?"
"Don't go in for any sort of work
now Enoch. Vour duty at present is
to Ho thuro and get well."
"I want that drawer, now."
Merry stared at him for a'momont,
then ho obeyed, and roturned to the
room with tho drawer In his hand.
"Do you think," tho actor paused again
nnd atfked anxiously, "do you think
that you aro strong enough yet to at
tend to business?"
drawer. He lifted out a bankbook and
a yellow envelope, then ho Bet the
drawor aside and laid tho leather
covered booklet upon Merry's knee.
"That Is yours," ho explained. "You
will find there every cent of royalties
from 'The House.' It was banked apart
from my private account It grew
amazingly during the spring. You are
a wealthy man."
t Andrew opened it and glanced
through tho pages. He looked bewil
dered for a moment
"Jehu! What can I do with so
much money? I Bwear, Enoch, I don't
caro a picayune for being a wealthy
man except "
Wentworth did not answer. He was
staring at a slip of paper ho had drawn
from the yellow envelope. "You re
member this, Andrew?" he asked
abruptly.
Merry nodded. Ho caught a glimpse
of Wentworth's name and his own
upon tho flimsy thing they had called
tho bond. Enoch leaned back ngalnst
tho pillow and began to destroy tho
paper with slow deliberation, tearing
It across nnd across until it was re
duced to a heap of flakes which flut
tered down into tho hollow of his
gaunt palm. Ho Bhook them Into tho
envelope and handed it to Merry, who
took it without a word and slipped
It between the leaves of tho bank
book. "If you can trust me, Boy, until tho
right tlmo comes and I roach the right
place, I will make full restitution be
fore the world."
"Don't, old man, let us bury this
now and forever. Good God! Isn't It
restitution enough to havo saved my
llfo?"
"No," Enoch spoke with swift pas
sion, "no, it Isn't restitution. Don't
stand in my way. You havo to humor
sick men, you know. Besides, I want
to lay my soul bare to you now, An
drew. Had I been a Catholic I should
have done it to a priest long ago, I
suppose."
"Go, ahead, Enoch, I'll listen," he
said gently.
Wentworth turned in bed and
clasped his hands around one bent
kneo. "Years ago," he began brus
quely, "I was wandering about in the
Tennessee mountains on an assign
ment when I fell in with a chap who
taught psychology in Yale. He was
nothing wonderful, but his science was
fascinating. Tlmo and again, since
thoso days, I have planned, if I could
And tho leisure, to go into psychology
and study the thing out Still, any
man who knocks about the world as
I have done learns to puzzle things
out for himself. Thero must be some
thing alluring, though, to bo able to
reduce tho promptings of ones own
soul to u science and then to work out
a problem in yourself. Don't you
think bo?"
"I should lmaglno so. Still, it's an
unopened book to me," Merry admit
ted.
"We used to Bit and talk every night
around the campflre. I remomber once
this young MacGrcgor explained to
me why a man we had both known
committed murder. Ho killed hlB
wlfo first, then, horror-stricken, shot
himself. It's a common enough story,
you read It in the papers every day
of tho week, but It came close to ns
bocauBe we had both known the fellow
well. Ho was a decent, quiet, cheerful
citizen, with a genial, kindly way
about him. His taking off seemed a
mystery. None of us bad even seen
him angry. Suddenly he turned into
a Aaming fiend, a murderer, and a sui
cide. Nothing but insanity or the
Yale man's theory explained it"
"What waB his theory?"
Wentworth paused for a minute with
a haunted look in hlB eyeB. "Ho claims
that tho morals of every human being
aro molded during the first twenty
years of his llfo. Into a fairly decent
career there comes occasionally for
tho life of mo I can't remember hlB
technical name for it I should call It
a moral lesion. Some sin which a man
has committed, and you might say
lived down, before he was twenty,
crops out again years after and It
conquers him. Each time he may
repent and turn over a new leaf. The
world looks on him not as au Admir
able Crichton perhaps, but as a toler
ably good fellow. Then suddenly,
without the ghost of a warning, even
after he imagines he haa outgrown the
tendency to that particular sin, thore
comes a temptation, and be goes under
as it bis backbone was gristle. He falls
as aulck as that!"
Wnntwcrth caused for a moment
and snapped his Angers. "Curious,
isn't it?" he added.
"It certainly Is curious," agreed
Morry.
"When the career of this murderer
wbb brought to the light of day, they
found that onco when he was a school
boy, and again, when a friend stole bis
sweetheart, ho might have committed
murder it a weapon had been at hand.
Tho third tlmo a gun lay closo to his
elbow."
Andrew Merry did 'not apeak, but
sat watching Enoch with bewilderment
In hlsoyes.
"I am going to toll you about two
lesions which occurred in my own life,
There was a third you know about
that ono yourself"
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Seasickness Probably Responsible for
Actor's Disposition of Cargo
of Potatoes.
The Into William H. Smith of man
agerial famo and Charley Backus ol
minstrel fame many years ago em
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The captain of the boat, who was
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Three Woods In One Tree.
Civil Engineer F. T. Moore, presi
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In the woods of Barkhamsted, where
he felled a tree containing three spe
cie In one. Tho butt of tho tree
was oak, tho middle chestnut, and the
top hemlock. Mr. Mooro Is also a
church member. Boston Herald.
The Dear Girls.
"Ho seems determined to kiss me,'
remarked the girl who waB flshlna
for,a compliment "I wonder whyT"
"Hard to tell," said the other girl
"This Is the season for freak bets."
A young man may fool a girl as U
what wageB he gets, but be can't fool
hor father.
NEW IDEA
Helped Wisconsin Couple.
It doesn't pay to stick too closely
to old notions of thlngB. New Idea
often lead to bettor health, success
and happiness.
A Wis. couple examined am idea
now to them and stepped up several
rounds on tho health ladder The
husband writes:
"Several years ago we Buffered from
coffee drinking, wore sleepless, nerv
ous, sallow, weak and Irritable. My
wifo and I both loved coffee and
thought It was a bracer." (Delusion.)
"Finally, after years of suffering, we
read of Postum and the harmfulness
of coffee, and bellovlng that to grow
we should give somo attention to new
Ideas, we decided to tost Postum.
"When we made it right we liked
It and were free of Ills caused by
coffee. Our friends noticed the
change fresher skin, sturdier nerves,
bettor temper, etc.
"These changes were not sudden,
but Increased aa we continued to
drink and enjoy Postum, and we lost
the desire for coffee.
"Many of our friends did not nice
Postum at first, because they did not
make it right. But when they made
Postum according to directions on
pkg., they liked It better than coffee
and wore benefited by the change."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Iload to
Wellvllle," in pkgs.
Postum now comes In two forms:
Regular Postum roust bo well
boiled. 15o and 25o packages.
Instant Postum Is a soluble pow
der. Made in the cup with hot water
no boiling. 80o and EOo tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds la
about the same.
"There's a Reason" for Postum.
sold by Grocers,
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