Show Z 91 ono HENRY HOWLAND cs ORTON GIST T J 7 no iio sat bat alone before hla his grate and musing watched the leaping lames flames the n night ight was wan cold tho the hour was late the windows mattied rattled in their tr frames arnes out but arenth v was in n tho the room a book lay open on hla his knees his chair I 1 W was deep and soft bott and by hla his look you might have hake guessed his dreama arru were fair my ventures venture a have gone well ho he said my profits have been largo today vve ive caused no man to sit in dread iyo iya filched no others rights away my dealings have been fair and just I 1 have not claimed more than my right nowhere have I 1 betrayed a 3 or put an others hopes to flight ills ilia oper open book slipped to the floor and presently lie he was aware though no one had u un n latched the door that S borne ome or one e stood beside him there the pe deaca a ca that hail had been in h his Is breast fors forsook 0 ok him as lie he sat and gazed at his mysterious lous robed guest lie ho was affrighted and amazed today the presence ence said at last success has journeyed at your side aide the profits you have made are vast and in your heart Is selfish pride fiut all my profits were well won the man in trembling tones replied 1 no single ev evil 1 I 1 have I 1 done I 1 have not rob robbed bodor or crushed or lied ay there was much you did not do you heard no hungry orphans pleas plea the nick the tha lame the widowed too too what thought had you for such an aa thes the flame flames 11 that had so brightly played died to a feeble flickering spark the rich man eat alone afraid because the night was cold and dark |