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NORMAN L.} L MUNK’
Latna'at Varatwane
Ly . NEV =W YORK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1 9, 1899,
“> Thanksgiving. .
BY MRS, MART A: KIDDER.
‘
“Coming home
For Thanksgiving?”
Why ask me,
The dear ba.
Red farmhouse!
cy,
ce
hae Tm
Every. ay friend =
vee
dee
oe
bey
hoe
~ Aad 2Reart se,
Fait ‘ot Sort
Tim coming oo
herein
Xo sceileee
So, mother,
Dear mother,
Look -out
For your boy!
> fe or,. ae .
fm ine once of tha Livnartan of Congres. at Washing 1 freon 04
fame D. O. {Hntered at the Post Offce, New York. as Martin, ORS
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to take the the tain salone Wee
Souths passed, and no wo
i ignon. Then, and” n
A] then, di’ we sive up the asst z
she might, in a fit of anger, bave
_ left home. People began tomurmur
‘the word ‘murder, and to link with
het word He bad
murdered bi wit ther ald aed
led
“So the years went on.
er fou:
>Ugnon‘s
NY
ie
ae {
up, loo! very
is riding. clothes,
relight Aickering over him
“tre Meredith, imply
longing to be off to play d Suestive .
to find this
bring such Joy to your h
hor y
“Dia
gia? Dark, Blues eyed, taut”
she lived up to
ise of ber lovely. baby
be the very im~
ber mother, for her hair hag
the same aber int of Miszon's,
and her eyes were those soft, vel-
reer, black oe “wie look 1
faint avd ghost-ike, aerated Tess
*
- dence, Mrs. Mere-
‘4 aith’s euro bttve in with bia
A YOUNG GIRLS VOW OF VENGEANCE. Greaning ina marvelous vay. All
‘ day | bed been thinking-cf just
ch <back, soft ee ith
. . aAgoN steer Name oe depth ai light and ten¥erness In
$28 Sy em—of curling tendrils of amber-
By EVELYN MALCOLM, % ou GIs old chair, of an ivory-pale cheek
Author of “A Price On Her Head,” “Pretty Garnet's Lovers,” By Hate," “Broken Vows,” The bh neck ts
Thorne of Loves" WA Sad Coquette," te ee “my God," orled Hector Suthorlaria, “it ts Despard Montainel And she, Amy, what .
1s it mean— why is she here at midnight with this coid~yearted plotter te possible to
see a picture of your daughter,
[Ths story will not be published in book form.) ~ _ he sai might
She poluted to a small-desk on a top of the carved “x bow heard many account, bre Meredith, 0 at hetp me,” you Have you any ike-
7 mantel, ond said in a broken vi crime of which yo ‘was accused; nese
CHAPTER I. Bat this i sure to be a aud ay for he, lek oF well, mt box: ‘Thaik-yew. Abd no gerbic it durlag my boyhood, but o you roke tn upon his words by hold'ng up her
and te old man wagged his head. Se a eck Pek and enok | tind telling me a little of tt Some deta antorg the band ine esture of ple.
AN THE FIRELIGHT, kes @ reawakened ghost rise beside me. Nugent, of tacta may belp me in this Te, one, and’ eaty one Eksuees ot Mis.
- , this Young master’s bin ny Man 7 so0, my erring son, on whom fate bad ect a med for a moment as if he ted thrust a {non in Meredith Hall, of dread to look wpoa it ter
ECTOR SUTHERLANI inging ota to ter Now gent, who--who—well, Ainarpented, oe know, | curse, seems to stand beside me.” She covered her} agger into Mrs, Meredith's heart, so white she it bears the mark of tragedy. But come, give m
Iimveit as he rode slong the road to Mere- sland for rea susan a long time ago.” yes with her quivering fingers, and Hectot a me, but whe thade a great effort and controtted | Four cna Hector, and you shall see it
A thoughtful shadow passed over Hector’s face. "| tenr flash like a dinmond in the frelight. erselt. . looked nto the past 9 fs to-day T miny look a tite
See eer on ae es toy, | For a moment there was atone in the room, and] “Twill el, ys, Hector” wuld in a husky | farther and elt es
TEDUBg up is Bapdsome face then she spoke egaia, the agony ot years tn ber| Yoice, “ Ah, God, to roll the stone, trom the grave | | Leaning on THector's arm she west dows
sod sto, rt young dearest ewes 8 teen . tn in nce mar ape ht vo art teal | oe ote tre gly. our seth rena
apidly on; . :
‘ ven th “This ie Nogmats birtiey. Ho would be forty- eee fran {be Black mack upon Mere Pe tee oe
I
Wt dark wet a
in the dingy tern office at Ri
nwa bis t eyea tender
ot
&
z
a
5
&
3
8
my hand to hers, I have known the
magie of her presence—and I know that in the future
we ar strangers. Ab, it was fate or tl
god of ove whieh led me to that out: ‘ot-the-way
lay. When she sees me again, how will
ookt—what will abe
began singing again as he touched his horse
gna with the crop:
“Oh, merry go the
. Wien the fear is Young:
There's RAuEDE top bigh to climb
‘When the heart :
In its fel
. ‘And there's magia in the aight,
When the heart is young!”
He’ srvived at the lodge gates, and at his” welt-
tle old Roger, the keeper, came forward
them.
joad-morning, Roger.
day he
“sh
How is Mrs, Meredith to-
4 “
‘8 better nor she wai
sir, so my mists says.
gz
s
him weep.
©, and no dou!
bt the pangs of hunger made
He thought no more of the ragged Iaborer, and in
ts was standing beside Mrs. Mere
jeery sparks 0}
aith’s
a fire
and the sorcery
or, trey made tea fil ea the warm alr.
i
lector, my
am glad to see
mistress ef Meredith Hall, swing him
dear fellow, I
dy,
with te ‘pride of ‘soe *Mevedithe Sinbte in ber snort
Hee
Ps
. Hest lor, you
ut 708
Dey m it
ie her band. =
a T call on you to belp tn,
Boul task-—wbat T
will help me, won"
up! 1
her calm blue eyes.
cof pain crossed her
face, ber cain
are the son of one of tay oldest
y bes
ak may be even imporsibte—
1a wi Oke vrai,
Hector winced a the heart-wrung iterners aud re:
In
“A year after "Nugent left,” she sald, “my husband
received a letter from him—at least it
‘wil," he said earnestly, press-
Yefore him, anid, with some Beelts
cota "wuile her | mantle before
CHAPTER II.
THE STORY OF THE CRIME.
Mrs, Meneprrn's sad e;
into tie areat the fire, and ste
pictures there—pictures stained red with blood ana
ack with share,
“How well { Tenember that Hallowe’ en,” she
fe r001
jery—be overbeard. “Senttnes words of
at which
a
quarrel, a pistol sh
is yours, beart and soul. T shail leave ‘0 stone un- | tere ita mark for life upon Deeper Bion
ed, you may be. sure.” thy face, and the ball broke up an couneraton
a mald entered, set out the toasted crumpets and Montaino was carried bome. The next day Nu
‘a, aad when, they were again atone in the frelig found to ave dieappeared, take my, th
Tee, lookfng at the sweet, sad tape not te woman reat baby, with him. Mignon, te0, oe
but not with him, for Nugent b:
s that now hausheinees
spread like @ sternly.
but
disap. | set did
.d_ been: seen | dows, for they looked toward the ea:
ri L Hava you tus best 1
this place would be locked.* .
Tho other, who lucked
what she was—a poor
yes gaxed for a moment tion filling be post of housekecper—had Conds
seemed to
ghastly whit
“Yes, Au at mites? F tar © the Keys,” she sald,
h jingting at her waist, “but why do
1d, damp and dusty,
Give me
ith, with »
eys, Prudence,
gesture of comand no 4 : ooh a the
for which she was Lot
ecto could uot help noticing how the Gngers of
te tnin-faced spinster teemble das she ober, ane
how uncanny snd shifting were the gla
bering
onl; “Mr. ‘sutherland, T think you will agree with me,”
gret be tad cause | she said, coming closer to Hector and looking, ia her
eq | black dress, like @ gaunt spectre, “that the gallery,
ich has not beea opened for years, ts barily
nd ke ere. Understand, n't mean | place for dear Aunt Milicent after ber recent fItness.”
— io fad my | that she cared @ pin for one of them, but “he toved | “That wilk do, Prudence,”. sald Meredith
Shs | the admiration, the Battery which was 8 *T am not a child nor a fool. I will stay
her p ing feet, a few moments, Come, Hector.”
9 bis, “Can you | «Nugent cevecialy nated Deotard Montaine," she| They passed lo and Mra. Sfereaitn-detiberately abut
T ache to Sad continued ba. biter sb, “and there had the door in Prudence Fletcher's pinched, inquiring
T yearn with the | many ec him and Mignon about this | face.
a face. of | man's. evident ‘mtteten for ber. On this Hallow-| “I don't know why 1e said, *
Is child, a creat my own blood,” who’ wil! | cen the trouble ent came upon | gives me tho shiv ere is something snakelike
u m maine in room oft t Ive Ror
2 shortly one, indeed: full of cob-
room wai
webs and the dust of years. The glory of the sun-
not come throvgb those high mulltoned win-
vast and north. No