Jasper County Democrat, Volume 10, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 December 1907 — Page 6

The KING of DIAMONDS.

Author of “Wings of the Morning,” “The Pillar of Light,” Etc. COPYRIGHT. 1004, By EDWARD J. CLODE.

Gripping the reader fast with its tale of the astounding transformation, in one day, of a ragged London waif into the possessor of incalculable wealth, this story by Louis Tracy measures up fully to the standard of this romancer’s other popular tales. In the unfolding of the story he depicts not merely the change in the hero’s material circumstances, but the interesting development of his character. The stirring adventures in which Philip Anson became embroiled reason of his suddenly acquired riches, literally sent to him from heaven, his loyalty to the girl friend of his childhood and his manly efforts to win her love, are among the many elements of a plot which is developed with Mr. Tracy’s well known skill.

CHAPTER I. “IS there no hope, doctor?” I “Absolutely none—now.” I “If she hnd gone to the—the JL workhouse inflnuary—would she have lived ?” The doctor paused. The gulp before that hateful word was not lost on him. He tried professional severity and bestowed some care on the buttoning of « glove. “I am surprised,” he said, “that an excellent woman like your mother should encourage your feelings of—er— Irepugnance toward—er— Confound it, iboy, have you no relatives or friends?” “No, sir, We are alone in the world.” "And hard up, eh?” The boy dug a hand into a pocket with the stolid indifference of despair. He produced 2 shillings and some pennies. He picked out the sllver,.-and the man reddened In protest

“Don’t be stupid, Philip. That is Sour name, is it not? When I want my se I will ask for it Your mother {needs a nurse, wine, chicken broth. (You are old enough to realize that a Doctor practicing in a neighborhood like this might want such things himself and whistle for them. But in the L—er—infirmary they are provided by Ithe state.” I "Would my mother have lived had she consented to be taken there a month ago?” ▲gain the man wondered at the stony persistence of the questioner, a fearless looking, active boy of fifteen, attired in worn clothes too small for him and wearing an old pair of boots several sizes too large. The strong, young face, pinched with vigils and privations; the large, earnest eyes, heavy w’ith_imBhed tears; the lips, quivering in their resolute compression over a chin that Indicated great strength of character, appealed far more to the doctor than the whimpering terror with which the children of the poor usually meet the grim vision of death. The wrestle with the glove ceased, and a kindly hand rested on Philip's Shoulder. “No,” came the quiet answer. “May God help you, she would not have lived.” I "God does not help anybody,” was (the amazing retort ; The doctor was shocked, visibly so. “That is a foolish and wicked statement” he said sternly. “Do not let your mother hear such awful words. She has lived and will die a true Chrisftlan. I have never met a woman of natural charm and real piety. ®he has suffered so much that she (merits the life eternal. It is a reward, not a punishment Cast away these (terrible thoughts. Go, rather, and kneel |by her side in prayer." | For an Instant the great brown eyes tilazed fiercely at him. I “Am I to pray that my mother shall (be taken from me?" I »“Even that if it be God’s will.” ; The gleam of passion yielded to utter (helplessness. The boy again brought [forth his tiny store of money. '* “Surely,” he said, “I can buy some small amount of wine. In the shops they sell things in tins that make chicken broth, don’t they? I have a fire and a kettle. Would you mind telling me”— ' “There, there! You go to your mother and endeavor to cheer her up. I ■will see what I do. What! Would you argue with me? Go at once. I insist. Listen. She Is calling for you.” In that poor tenement there were no secrets. A rickety staircase, crudely trallt against the retaining wall of the only living room on the ground floor, led steeply to an apartment above and {culminated in an opening that suggested a trapdoor. The walls, roughly paneled, were well provided with {shelves and pegs. The back door was Hastened with a latch, a contrivance rarely seen in the London of today, fche front window looked out into a (badly paved court girt by tumbledown (■tables. A smaller window at the back Revealed a dismal yard darkened by lofty walls. Although little more than (a stone’s throw removed from the busy hflle End road, the place was singularly quiet.- already dead and £nly waited the coming of men with

By Louis Tracy,

pickaxes and crowbars to sweep away the ruins. The boy heard his name whispered rather than spoken. The sound galvanized him Into consciousness. “Doctor,” he said earnestly, “you will come back?”

“Yes, yes; within half an hour. Tell your mother to expect me.” Philip ran up the stairs. Long practice had enabled him to move with a minimum of noise. It was pitiful to see the manner In which he emerged, with stealthy activity, into the creaking loft above. Here at first glance there was an astonishing degree of comfort. Odd pieces of worn carpet neatly joined covered the floor. The two windows, facing only to the front of the dwelling, were curtained. The whitewashed walls were almost hidden by cuttings from the colored periodicals published during the previous Christmas season. A screen divided the room Into two compartments, each containing a tiny bed. On one of these, propped up with pillows, lay the wasted figure of a woman, over whose face the shadows were falling fast. The extreme thinness, the waxen pallor, the delicate texture of debilitated skin and unnatural brflllancv of the eyes gave her a remarkably yoVthful appearance. This fantastic trick of death, in life accentuated the between mother and son. The boy, "too, was sharply outlined by hunger, and in the fading light of a March day the difference between the dreed tokens of approaching collapse and the transient effects of a scanty regimen on a vigorous youth was not readily distinguishable. “Do you want anything, mother dear?” said the boy, laying his hand tenderly on the clammy forehead.

“Only to ask you, Phil, what It was that the doctor told you.” The voice was low and sweet, the diction that of an education woman. The boy, too, though his tones were strong and harsh, spoke with the accent of good breeding. His manner and words gained some distinction from a slight touch of French elegance and precision. This was only noticeable in repose. When excited or moved to deep feeling, the continental veneer acquired at the Lycee in Dieppe Instantly vanished, and he became the strenuous, emphatic Briton he undoubtedly was by birth and breeding. “He said, dearest, that what you wanted was some good wine—nice things to eat. He is an awfully fine chap, and I am afraid I was rude to him, but he didn’t seem to mind it a bit, and he is coming back soon with chicken broth and port wine, and I don’t know what.”

His brave words were well meant, but the mother’s heart understood him too well to be deceived. A thin hand caught his wrist and feebly drew him nearer. “You say you were rude to him, Phil? How can that be possible? What did you say or do to warrant such a description?” He hesitated for a moment With rare self control in one so young he fiercely determined not to communicate his own despair to his mother. So he laughed gently. “We are so Jolly hard up, you know, and it sounded strange in my ears to talk about expensive luxuries which I could not buy. He has often told us, dear, that you would be better cared for in the infirmary. I am afraid now he was right, only we couldn’t bear—to be parted. Could we, mother?” Not all his valor could control his tremulous lips. A beautiful smile illumined the face of the invalid. “So you are trying to hoodwink me. Phil, for the first time. I know what the doctor said. He told you that I could not recover and that I bad not long to live; in a word, that I am dying.” Then the boy gave way utterly. He flung himself down by the side of the bed and buried his face in the coverlet.

“Oh, mother, mother!” he walled, and his passionate sobs burst forth with alarming vehemence. The poor woman vainly strove to soothe him. Che could not move, being paralyzed, but her fingers twined gently in his hair, and she gasped brokenly: “Phil, darling, don’t make It harder for me. Oh, calm yourself, my dear one, if only for my sake. I have so much to say to you and perhaps so little time! Be strong, Philip. Be strong and brave, and all will be well with you. I know you will miss me. We have been all in all to each other since your father’s death. But my memory must be sweet, not bitter to you. When you think of me I want the recollection to inspire you to do that which is right regardless of consequences, to strive alwaysgrfor honor and for the approbation offyour own conscience. My own dear boy, we must bow to the will of God. We have lideed been sorely tried, you far more than I, for I can look back on years of perfect happiness with a loving husband and a delightful child, whereas you have been plunged into poverty and misery at an age when life should be opening before you with every promise of a successful career. Per baps, Phil, your trials have come to 1 you early, as mine have found me late.

I trust I have borne reverses of health and fortune with patience and resignation. My present sufferings will be a lasting joy to me if in the life to come I can know that my example has been a stimulus to you amid the. chances and changes of your career. Promise me, darling, that you will resign yourself to the decrees of Providence even in the bitter hour of eur parting.” Her voice failed. Tears stood in her eyes. The knowledge came to her anew that natural ertjotions can at times conquer all restraints. The maternity strong within her clamored tor the power to shield her offspring from the dangers that would beset him. There was a maddening pain in the thought that a few brief hours or minutes might unclasp her arms from him forever.

It was Phil who first gave utterance to the wild protest in their souls. “Mother,” he mourned bitterly, "I don’t want to live without you. Let tis die together. If you cannot stay with me, then I swear”— But a scream of terror, so shrill and vehement that It seemed to be almost miraculous from so frail a form, froze the vow on his lips.

“Phil, what are you saying? Oh, my son, my son, do not break my heart before I die. Kiss me, dearest. I am cold. I can scarce see you. Coms nearer. Let me look once more into your brave eyes. You will be a great man, Phil. I know it. Who should know your character like your mother? But you must have faith In God always. I have prayed for you, and my prayers will surely be granted. I will watch over you. If you are in danger, my spirit will come back to you across the void. We cannot be parted. Oh, God, it is impossible! You are the life of my life. I am not dead while you still live.”

Even as she spoke her left hand and arm, hitherto untouched by the cruel blight which had made her a helpless Invalid during many weary months, became numb and rigid. She was dying now, not with the struggle against the king of terrors which often marks the passing of humanity, but with a slow torpidity more akin to sleep.

Her brain was clear, bnt the stock of nervous force had sunk so low that her -few remaining words were spoken with difficulty. They were mostly endearing expressions, appeals to her loved one to hope and pray, to trust steadfastly in the all wise power that would direct his destiny. With the last flicker of existence the maternal Instinct became dominant again, and she asked him not to forget her. The boy could only murmur agonized appeals to the merciless unseen not to rob him of the only being he held dear on earth, but even in that awful moment he had the strength to cease his frantic protests when they seemed to cause her pain, and he forced himself to join her in prayer. When the doctor brought a nurse and some small store of the much needed delicacies Mrs. Anson was already unconscious. The boy, aroused from frenzy by the steps on the stairs, shrieked incoherently: • “I have killed my mother. See! She is dead. I kilted her. I made her cry.. You told me to look after her until you returned. She cried and screamed because I spoke so wildly. It is all my fault. I”

“Hush! Your mother is not dead, but dying. Not all the skill of man can save her. Let her die in peace.” No other words could have checked the wild torrent of lament that surged from that wounded heart. So she still lived. There remained a faint flicker of life. Not yet had she passed the dreadful barrier of eternity. Through his blinding tears he thought he could discern a smile on the worn face. The doctor watched Phil more narrowly than the sunken frame on the bed. It was best that the paroxysm of grief should go untrammeled. The nurse, a young woman unused as yet to the inevitableness of death, moved timidly toward the windows and adjusted the curtains to admit more light. * At last when Phil’s strength yielded to the strain of his sorrow and the very force of his agony had spent itself the doctor leaned over the inanimate form and looked into the eyes. “It has ended, Phil,” he whispered. “Your mother is in heaven!” In heaven! What a tocsin of woe in a message of faith! The boy suddenly stood Up. Hope was murdered within him. His tears ceased, and his labored breathing came under control with a mighty effort He stooped and kissed the pale cheeks twice. “Goodby, mother,” he said, and the dull pain in his voice was so heartrending that the nurse's sympathies mastered her. She burst out crying. Professional instinct came to the doctor’s aid. He sharply reprimanded the half hysterical woman and sent her off on an errand to bring those whose duty it is to render the last services to frail mortality. The boy he led downstairs. He was a busy man, with many claims on his time, but this strange youngster Interested him, and he resolved to turn the boy’s thoughts forcibly away from the all absorbing horror of his mother’s death.

“Have you a tumbler or a cup?” he said sharply. Phil handed him a tumbler. The doctor poured out some wine taken from the nurse’s basket, soaked a piece of bread in the liquor and gave it to the boy with an imperative command to eat it instantly. Somewhat to his surprise, he was Obeyed. While Phil was devouring the food of which he stood so greatly in need the doctor reviewed the circumstances of this poverty stricken household so far as they were known to him. Mr. and Mrs. Anson had occupied a fairly good position in Dieppe, where Philip's father was the agent of an old established London firm of coal shippers. About two years earlier both

husband and wife were seriously injured. in a motor car accident Mr. Anson sustained concussion of the brain and practically never. regained hit senses, though he lingered for somt weeks and was subjected to two operations. Mrs. Anson’s spine was damaged, with the result that she changed from a bright and vigorous woman into a decrepit invalid doomed to early <eath from slow paralysis. When the great expenses attendant on these mishaps, were paid she found herself not only absolutely poor, but rendered incapable of the slightest effort to turn her many and varied talents to account in order to earn a live-, llhood. She came to London, where her late husband’s employers generously gave her rent free possession of the tenement in which she was lying dead, helped her with funds to furnish It modestly and found a clerkship for Philip with a promise of early promotion.

But the cup of sorrow is seldom left half filled. Barely had the widow settled down to a hopeful struggle on behalf of her beloved son than a quarrel between partners led to the sale of the firm’s business to a limited liability company. Economies were effected to make way for salaried directors. Philip was dismissed, with several other junior employees, and the stable yard was marked out as a suitable site for the storage of coal required by the local factories.

This development took place early In the new year, and the new company allowed Mrs. Anson to occupy her tiny abode until the last day of March. It was now March 5, and how the widow and her son had lived during the past two months the doctor could only guess from the gradual depletion of their little store of furniture.

It was odd that such an intelligent and well bred woman should be so completely shut off from the rest of the world, and his first question to Phil sought to determine this mystery. “Surely,” he said, “there is some one to whom you can appeal for help. Your father and mother must have had some relatives, even distant cousins, and if they are written to a friendly hand may be forthcoming.” Philip shook his head. The mere taste of food had provoked a ravenous appetite.. He could not eat fast enough. The doctor stayed him. “Better wait a couple of hours, Phil, and then you can tackle a hearty meal. That’s the thing. I like to see such prompt obedience, but you certainly have wonderful self control for one so young. I may tell you, to relieve present anxieties, that a few employees of your father’s firm have guaranteed the expenses of your mother’s funeral, and they also gave me a sovereign to tide you over the next few days.”

Funeral! The word struck with sledge hammer force. Phil had not thought of that. He remembered the dismal pomp of such events in this squalid locality, the loud sobbing of women, the hard faced agony of men, the frightened curiosity of children. His mother, so dear, so tender, so soft cheeked—the bright, beautiful, laughing woman of their life in Dieppe—to be taken away from him forever and permitted to fade slowly into nothingness in some dreadful place, hidden from the sunshine and the flowers she loved! For the first time he understood death. When his father was killed, his mother was left Anxious tending on her dispelled the horror of the greater tragedy. Now all was lost. The tears that he hated were welling forth again, and he savagely bit his lip. “You have been—very good—to us, doctor,” he forced himself to say. “If ever—l can repay you”— “There, there, not a word! Bless my soul, yours is a difficult case.” Again the doctor tackled his glove. He glanced at his watch. “Four o’clock. I am an hour late on my rounds. No, Phil. Don’t go upstairs. There are some women coming. Wait until they have tended your mother. And—one last word. It will do, you no good to keep vigil by her side. Best think of her as living, not dead. You will be grateful for my advice In after life.” The women arrived, coarse but kindly’ hearted creatures. One of them gave the boy a packet of letters. “I found ’em under the dear lydy’s pillow,” she said. Neither poverty nor death robbed Mrs. Anson of the respect paid to her by all who came In contact with her. He sat down, untied a string which bound the letterfl together and looked at the address on the first envelope. It bore his mother’s name and a recent postmark. Wondering dolefully what correspondence she could have had during these later months that demanded such careful preservation, he took out the letter. Suddenly he hesitated- Perhaps these documents alluded to something which his mother did not wish him to know. For an Instant his Impulse was to consign the packet to the fire. No; that might be wrong. He would glance at their general purport and then commit them to the flames if he thought flt The letter in his hand was headed, “The Hall, Beltham, Devon,” and dated about a month earlier. It read: Dear Madam—l am requested by Sir Philip Morland to ask you not to trouble him with further correspondence. This U the fourth time I have been desired by him to write in these terms, so please note that your letters will in future remain unanswered. Yours truly, LOUISA MORLAND. The curt incivility of the note brought an angry flush to the boy’s face. Who was Sir Philip that he should dare to offer this insult to*a lady? Evidently a relative, and a near one, for Morland was his mother's name, and his own Christian name suggested a family connection. Yet she had never spoken of any such person. Three other letters of preceding dates showed that “Louisa Morland” kept accurate reckoning. There were half a dozen more, from a firm of solicitors.

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