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THE DAILY BXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, NOVEMBER 6, 1908.

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BY JEANNETTE

(COPYRIGHT 1899 BY

JEANNETTE H.

H. WALWORTH,

WALWORTH.)

CONTINUED.)

Olivia droppea on her knees by his bedside. She clasped both ber hands about one of his, as if imploring bin to vindicate his own good name before he left her.

“But you did the best you could, fa- ther. Of course you did. Oh, | know you did! I know you did by Thomas as his father would bave done by me if 1 had been left a belpless little or- phan like Tom.”

A groan was his only answer.

“There, dear. Dr. Govan will scold me sharply for agitating you in this cruel way. Don't let us talk about it atall, papa. We believe in each other. There, now. Go to sleep in your naughty Ollie’s arms.”

She laid her soft cheek against his and crooped a soft luilaby. He stroked her shining hair ¢aressingly.

“Olivia, my darling, you beard fiat old woman's terrible charges. She burled them at me over this precious head.”

She lifted her head and looked at him gravely.

“She knows better now, father.”

“Knows better now?’

He repeated the words after her with labored slowness. He looked bewil- dered. Olivia smoothed the gray hair back from his furrowed forehead with a slow, mesmeric motion.

“Poor old ‘Mother’ Spillman is dead, father. She is at rest. 1 think Miss Malvina is scarcely sorry. She says life has been such a burden to ter mother for a great many years that death meant release. She says Ber mother was very ‘queer.’ ”

“And she is gone, actually gone? Do you know it to be a fact. child?’ !fe labored to lift himself into a sittiig posture.

“I know it to be a fact, father. I aaw her myself. dead. She looked te quiet, so serene. She is at rest.”

“You saw her. Then you have ben to the Spillman cottage. What did you go there for?” His voice rang out in challenge.

She shrank away from him until tie pile of pillows with which Reuben bed propped him into a sitting posture h‘d her pailid face from him. Was he g>»- ing to force her to say why she had

gone to the Spillman cottuge? If he dij. must she lie? Instead he spoke to her in the gentlest of voices. Rat>-

er did he seem to plead for merey thin upbraid ber.

“Don't cower behind my pillows, riy poor child. Come where I can lok into your dear eyes. You have nota- ing to be ashamed of, Olivia. I knaw what took you there. You went ‘nD search of & vindication for your mest unhappy father.” Her head drceop>d until it touched his pillows. “You thought to learn something more about the papers which she claimed to ae holding for Thomas.”

“Yes. father.”

A gleam of gratification shot into the shrewd eyes of the dying man. It was almost as if his departing soul paused to score on mere pitiful little triemph.

“Poor old magpie! She overreached Now they never will be found.” >

“Were they very valuable to—Thom- as—father? That is, if you don’t mind telling me, dear.”

“They were—they are,” he amended slowly. “of no value to any one. Thom- |

| fer for the finding of them.”

jute a sudden doze.

i |

A silence fell between father and daughter. The sick man seemed to fall | Olivia brought a | light chair and seated herself as close- | ly as possible to his side.

The clock struck half past 1L. Ren-

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der her control.

ben was to come on watch at mid- night. She twined her small. cool fin gers about the sinewy wrist that lay hearest to her and found its pulse, The moments passed on. She waited. For what?

The ticking of the clock on the man- telshelf and the beating of her own heart seemed equally loud. A muttering from the sick man’s sunken lips made her bend her ear quickly.

Every syllable that fell from his lips | . ‘ | Volce was lifted to a clear high note in |

now vas a thing to be hoarded. state of semiconsciousness

In a Horace

MattheYs was doing battle with bis)

topscience for the last time,

“It was for her sake, for my tender little child’s sake. Good Lord. forgive me! She could not battle with the

world in poverty, only a helpless, weak | He is strong; he is young; he is | It will all work out right | for him. He will carve out a name and |

girl. ambitious.

a fortune for himself. But—but—l am going to met them. I am goimg to see

Lucetta, Rufus, al] of them. What shall |

I say? What can I tell them? Unfaith- ful friend, false steward, sinful man—1

hear them crying it in chorus. Thomas, |

forgive me! Lucetta, don’t turn your dear face away from me! Rufus, friend of my boyhood.”

He opened bis eyes with a start. His first fully conscious gaze fell upop Olivia’s face. Its drawn, frightened look startled him. He grasped ber wrist

W.th a force that ined her.

“I have been dP Dia I talk in my slecp? Did | say anything silly, as sleep talkers always do?’

“You talked a little, father, just a lit- tle. There, dear. Don't stare at me so You look as if you were angry with me. It is only I, father, your loving lit tle daughter. There is no one else lere, no one at all.”

“I know, | know—only you, poor lit- tle lonely girl; only you, my precious one.”

She answered him with a pathetic little boast.

“Oh, | could have half the town if 1 wanted to! Everybody has been beg- ging to help nurse you. Everybody holds you in such high esteem, dearest. But we don’t want them.”

“But we don’t want them,” he echoed dully. “No, we don’t want them. It wou't last very much longer, my child.

Il am just waiting to see Thomas, and |

then I will go.”

“Father, father, have you no thought for me?" The wail escaped ber up- guarded iips with piercing sbrillness.

“No thought for you? God forgive me, Olivia. there bas been room in my

brain for no one but you. For you, and |

you alone, | bave lived, | have labored and’’—his voice dropped to a whisper—“yes, sinned.” “Sinned? Father. back. [I know you do not Take it back in pity for me. Don't leave it to me as a horrible puzzle. {t will torture me all the rest of my days. that can befall us, father.

ail my young life, father. you have loved me too well.

all, papa. I am sure that was all.”

She was on her knees by the bed. Her slight frame was quivering under the storm of emotions no jonger un- The dying man laid his hand on her bowed head. When he spoke, his voice was calm and sol emn, but very wea x.

“True, child, death is not the worst that can befall. Il everything to my Maker. I had meant to confess to Thomas, but my streng?h ebbs fast. I doubt if I shall be here when be comes. The temptation fo secure your future against the posui- bility of want was too mighty for me. Olivia. My idolatrous love for yeu turned my boasted strength into weak ness. Opportunity was my undoing.”

“] will make restitution, father. He shall have everything.”

“And blacken my name in the grave? Restitution lies in one direction only At least my failing senses can point out no other course. You alone can right the great wrong I have done Ru- fus’ son.”

“], father?”

“Don’t speak. Listen to me.

you belp me undo what I have doze |

for your sake?”

She shivered as if an ague had seiz- ed her, but her gaze never left his face.

“You know I would, father! you know there is nothing I would not do for your dear sake!”

“4 few weeks ago | could not have | humbled myself before my own inno

cent child as I am doing now, my dear, but when the shores of eternity seem actually in sight the mortal vision broadens, and we can slough all that

low |

take that one word | mean it. |

have confessed |

World |

Oh, |

is mortal of us with for its infirmities, its mistakes. ful guardian to Thomas Broxton. You can make the losses | bave brought

contemptuons prry its temptations and

balances against his happiness.”

A perplexed look came into the wide eyes fixed upon his face. “L, father?”

“You, aad you alone, can turn a curse | into a benediction.” _ Again that pathetic | tell me how!”

“Marry Thomas Broxton. He licves you. You know that he does,”

“But I do not love him, father?’

“larry ~Thomas—Broxton.”

“Father, haye you forgotten Clarence, forgotten that | betrothed myself to him with your full consent? I belong to Clarence Westover, father, and } love bim.”

A grayish pallor was creeping over the sick man’s pinched features. She did not know that It was death. She

had never before stood in the presence of the grim conqueror. Her father’s

“1, father? Oh,

a supreme effort to impose his will upon ber:

it!’

A cold current of air swept across the bed. Olivia rose quickly to close the door by which it had entered. Another hand drew it softly shut from the oth er side. She turned toward the bed to enter her final protest against this moustrous invasion of her rights.

“But, father, would you want me to

hood ?”

The unseeing eyes stared straight be- yond her; the tired lips fluttered and drooped; a heavy sigh, stiliness—Hor- ace Matthews was done with beseecb- ing. done with commanding.

In a piercing cry she called his name aloud and again. It brought to the chamber of death Reuben, Dr. Govan. who had just arrived; Clarence West- over, who had been wajting and watch- ing in the distant drawing room, and— Thomas Broxton.

It was toward the latter that Reuben |

turned his eyes anxiously.

“Ob, Mr. Thomas, if you'd only got here a hour earlier! It’s your fate to be always too late.”

“It is my fate, Reuben, as you say. so We wou't quarrel with it,” Broxton answerec quietly and turned to ques tion Dr. Govan.

CHAPTER XVII. THE RETUPN OF THE RING.

Mandeville was bot so well supplied with roads as historic Rome, to which all roads lead. Only one led to ani from Mandeville. One might indulge bis individual preferences in the mat ter of a route after leaving that se

cluded spot some 50 miles in the rear:

bis tinal destination. the wayfarer must make his star from a modest little depot labeled “Loop and Twine R. R." on the out skirts of the town. Clarence Westovei recalled this necessity with some sat isfaction as he jumped iuto his smart

but, whatever

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little cart and urged his borse toward |

the depot at its best speed.

tired

(To be Continued.)

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