Hope Republican, Volume 2, Number 26, Hope, Bartholomew County, 19 October 1893 — Page 8

WHO’S m WOMAN? CHAPTER HI. Brown had seen a light in Harry’s window, and convinced that the man wjis lying according to orders pushed his way past him and wont quickly up stairs. He opened the door gently. The room was in contusion. The table was : trewn with papers. On the floor lay a portmanteau, strapped and labeled. Harry was sitting at his desk busily writing. Ho started up with an exclamation ns John entered, his cheeks turning from red to white and from white to red again. “Brown, you here! I thought”— He broke oil with a gasp, staring at John with ua horror stricken a face as though he had been a ghost. Brown glanced quickly from the young man's pale, changing face to the portmanteau and from the portmanteau to the scattered papers on table and floor. “So you’ve made the last plunge, Harry. You are going tonight with her.” Harry had recovered himself a trifle. • Eo plunged his hands into his pockets, looking doggedly down at his pointed boots: “Yes, I’m going tonight with her.” “And where to?” “Paris.” Brown spurned the portmanteau with his foot. “To Paris—and where else? To the devil, Harry I To ruin, to disgrace, to shame, and you are dragging her with you!” “1 know it, but it’s too late now to think of that.” “It is not too late. Gave yourself; save her.” "bhe doesn’t want to be saved, bbe loves me, I tell you.” “Now, perhaps. But how long will that love last when she realizes what she is and what you are? How can she love you when she remembers tiiat you have betrayed another man; that yon have ruined his life, made his home desolate? And you? Can you love a woman capable of such baseness? Love founded on ingratitude and crime cannot last. And when love has gone, what have jou left? You cannot honor or respect one another. Each must feel how vile the other is. What will become of you? Oh. Harry, my dear boy, for God's | sake think before you face such a future!” Harry turned fiercely away. “I have thought of it all. I’ve thought till I'm nearly mad. I know my future. | It’s a damned tenure, ..aa i aeserve it. Why did you come here, Brown! I never meant to see you again. I don’t deserve , your pity or interest! I don’t deserve it, I tell you! For heaven’s sake got You don’t know! You don’t know! You are driving me mad! You are torturing me!” Great drops stood out Upon the young man’s forehead. His face was livid. “If I had only met you three months ago, before I saw her, I should have been saved. If I had only met your wife.

“FOR HEAVEN’S GO!”

Look hero. Brown, don’t forgot this: I, never knewyou were married, yon know, j until—until it was too late. Yon—you won’t forgot that, will you?” Harry spoke wildly, almost incoherently, and Brown looked at him, puzzled. Ha was an unimaginative man. “I don’t know what you mean, Harry. What has my marriage to do with—with this?” and lie kicked the portmanteau again. Hastings Bung himself into a chair and buried his face in his hands. “Why don't yon go? Why don’t you go?” he cried, his voice coming out in muffled gasps. “1 tell you I'm a brute—- , a beast. You’ll be sorry some day you j ever spoke to me. Anil yet I have strng-1 gled—I have, indeed-—hut the tempta- 1 lion's too strong for me. Go away. Brown, go!” He looked up and met the elder man’s ! kindly, pitying gaze and started up with a cry. “Don’t look at roe like that! You tor-1 tore me! I tell you I’m in hell!" Brown put a strong hand on each of the young man’s shoulders and pushed him back into his chair. “I am not going yet.” “It’s no use talking” “But 1 mean to talk. Look here, 1 I .any, have you ever thought of this unhappy woman's husband?” “I told yon I had r over met him.” “Think of the wrong you are about to do him. He has never injured yon, and you are going to blast ins whole life. Larry, I am a married man. I know whr.t it is to have a happy home and a . dear wife. Alice and I iove each other,,

we live for each ck'- er; we honor one another; we are hupp}-. It—it seems almost a sacrilege to imagine such a thing possible of—of Alice, but just let us try and Imagine for a moment that—that she, my wife, learned to love another man—some handsome young fellow like yourself—and—and that one night I returned to find her—gone.” “Well,” said Hastings hoarsely, "what would yon do?” “I should shoot myself,” said Brown simply. Harry’s eyes met his. For a moment they looked at one another in silence. "If this other mau loves his wife as I love mine, he will do as I should do. Harry, dear lad, would yon have his blood upon your head? Oh, my hoy, save yourself this crime!” There was a long silence. Harry shrank back into bis chair trembling. Brown watched him anxiously. The ticking of the clock was loudly perceptible in the quiet room. At last Harry rose unsteadily to his feet. His face looked drawn and sunken. There were team in his eyes. “You have won the day, old man,” he said in a curiously toneless voice. “I’ll go hack to Africa.” “Thank God!” said John Brown. Harry went to his desk, scribbled a few hasty lines, directed an envelope: then rang for the servant and gave the note to him. “Deliver this at once,” ha said. “Take a cab and drive fust.” The man went off with a bewildered look. “There’s a train for Southampton at 0 o’clock in the morning. Brown. I shall take that. My things are all packed. I’m quite ready. Are you going homo now?” “Yes.” "Don’t go yet. Wait here while I write a few letters. I—I like to have you here.” John took a chair in silence, and for more than an hour no sound was heard in the room but the aggressive ticking of the clock and the scratching of Hastings’ pen. •The clock struck 11, and Harry laid down his pen. "You can go now. Gopdby. I shall never see you again. Good by!” John grasped the young man’s hand in both his own. "Goodby, dear lad, and God bless you.” Harry dropped his head down upon the table with something like a sob, and John went slowly to the door. A x>iece of crumbled paper laying at his feet attracted lus attention. He picked it up mechanically. It was a letter in a woman’s hand. He was about to throw it away, but a second glance at the hand writing caused him to put it quickly in his pocket. He closed the door behind him and went out into the street, walked rapidly along tor some moments; then stopped under a gas lamp and read the letter through. It was very short: Deahkst- I shall be ready this evening at 10 o’clock. Come for me. husl-md will be ou; till late, so it is quite safe. Oil, how slowly the hours go until 1 see you again! How can I have lived all these years without you? That was all—the letter was unfinished and unsigned. •* -i « * * * It was nearly 2 o’clock in the morning when John Brown reached his home. There were lights in the drawing room. He went in. Alice was sitting tr> for him. She was sitting in a luxuriously cushioned armchair, her fair hair falling loose upon her shoulders, her head bent over a book. She wore a loose gown of some soft white material. Her cheeks and lips were white too. She had a very ghostlike look, seen in the dim light of the shaded lamp. She glanced up quickly aa her husband entered. Her face looked drawn and hard; The blue had gone cut of her eyes, leaving them pale and dull “How late you are. John,” “Yes, I have spent a very painful evenmg." “Really? How?” “I wont to Harry’s room. 1 found that entanglement 1 told you of had come to a crisis, and” “Well?” as he paused. “Well, to make it long story short, 1 prevailed on him to givo up this unhappy woman .and go to Africa instead.” “She will thank you, I am sure,” said Alice, in a low. hard voice. “I think she will—some day.” Brown leaned against the mantelpiece opposite his wife. It had been a hard evening for him. He looked suddenly old. His kind face was very sad. his white lips dry and tremulous. Alice moved restlessly in her comfortable chair, tb ni leaned forward and looked hard at him. Her eyes had a curious expression. Half i reckless, half despairing. Her hands clutched tha arms of the chair with a grasp that hurt her delicate fingers. “Well, John, have you nothing more to tell me?” she asked in a voice whose studied lightness overlaid a terrible, suspense. “Nothing really interesting? Did, you actually let Harry Hastings go off without telling you who she is? Coins, now, who is the woman?” John Drown made no answer, but he looked at his wife, and she read in his eyes that he knew.—London Society. N*;t tnrifinfi: a Whipping. Doctor--Now. Johnny, put out your tongue and let me see it. Johnny—Well, I’d rather not. I’ve keen walloped often enough for making feeds,.at, you behind your back. —Exchange;

AMONG THE CHURCHES. METHODIST EPISCOPAL. Sunday-school next Sunday morning; class-meeting in the afternoon and preaching service at night. Mr. Mahaffey and wife, Mr. Ryan, wife and daughter, united with the church by letter Sunday morning. , Rev. Current spoke to a large audience in the evening. His discourse was an entreaty to all to make preparation in life’s summer for the autumnal gathering drawing a comparison from the passing summer and aproaching autumn. Rev. Alonzo Murphy, of Green sburg,preached Sunday morning. He took for his text Haggai 2:1) and spoke of the magnificence and glory of the first temple at Jerusalem, the destruction and rebuilding. The second edifice did not equal in architectural adornment yet God was to be with them and their glory was to be. greater. The prosperity of a church is not dependent on the beauty of the structure, the wealth, social condition or the large number of members; but upon the consecration aud earnest devotion to God's service. MORAVIAN. Moravian services, Sunday, Oct. 22: Sunday-school, Da. rn.; preaching at 10: 30 a. m. and 7 p. m. special song service in the evening with sermon for young men, — Sqmson, muscle versus godliness. An October picnic is a grand success. So think the pastor and trustees of the Moravian church. For when thirty-six hungry men sat down to dinner in the chapel, about onehalf of the woods had been cleared of dead wood, brush and briers. When they got up the table was cleared—by the ladies who had spread the elegant and bountiful repast. No one would have imagined that there had been a drought within a thousand miles of Hope, to judge by the good things so temptingly set out. Among both ladies and gentlemen might be seen the old who had helped when the. chapel was built, and some who cannot remember when the present church was erected. All helped enthusiastically and to some purpose. BAPTIST. The pastor is engaged in special meetings at Haw creek this week, All who are interested in thesuccess of the work are invited to bo present. FLATROCK. S. T. McLean, o( Ncedlmm, was circulating here among friends Monday. Carl, the little son of Bert Whaley and wile died Monday and was buried at St. George Tuesday. Mrs. Chas. McCartney Is visiting near Hope tliis week. Roy Nading, of Shelbyvllle Is visiting Ids uncle, C. A. Porter. Wednesday was pay day at the canning factory and tlie boys and girls are happy now, Bedim Young, Robert Dim, JohnTreon, Marion Grim, A. S. Hodge have returned from the World’s Fair. Marion Grim is running the creamery this week while Wm. Sims and wife see the White City. Ghas, McCartney is clerking In Marion’s place this week at the store, The new school building is occupied this week for the first. W. J. Griffin, principal. Wm. Carney, ot Kansas, is visiting his father south of town. Preaching every evening this week at the Christian church by Rev. Clark. No clue yet to the robbery at the hardware store. Geo. W. Newton and wife spent Sunday at Ira McCartney’s. The work on the public square began yesterday. Wear the SX shirt, —best shirt made. SX, Columbus.

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