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Show CD JttROLD MACGMmf Q ) Auflior TlieCrpetrromBata Ihe Place 3,Jlonsymoon5,efc. X COPYRIGHT EV TM 0OJ-J7m!lL CQTTftUlY fj CHAPTER XX. 16 Ha That Was Dead. "Yes, It is I, the unlucky penny; Old ;a!ahad. In flesh and blood and bone. I Wouldn't get white over It, Arthur. It at worth while. I can see that you aren't changed much, unless It is ut your hair Is a little paler at the einples. Gray? I'll wager I've a few myself." There was a flippancy in his :ne that astonished Warrington's own :jrs, for certainly this light mockery ;;d not come from within. At heart it was sober enough. To steady the thundering beat of his ;.;Ise he crossed the room, righted the ttair, stacked the books and laid iem on the desk. Arthur did not cove save to turn his head anjj to follow fol-low with fascinated gaze his brother's lavements. "Xow, Arthur, I've only a little iile. 1 can see by your eyes that you are conjuring up all sorts of terrible ter-rible things. But nothing is going to happen. I am going to talk to you; lien I'm going away; and tomorrow It rll be easy to convince yourself that cu have seen only a ghost. Sit down, ill take this chair at the left." : Arthur's hands slid from the desk; a kind of collapse he sat down. Suddenly Sud-denly he laid his head upon his arms, ni a great sigh sent Its tremor across Lis shoulders. Warrington felt his heart swell. The past faded away: lis wrongs became vapors. He saw osly his brother, the boy he had loved so devotedly, Arty, his other self, his scholarly other self. Why blame Ar-iir! Ar-iir! He, Paul, was the fool. "Don't take it like that, Arty," he aid. The other's hand stretched out i'.indly toward the voice. "Ah, great Cod, Paul!" "I know! Perhaps I've brooded too rjeb." Warrington crushed the band a his two strong ones. "The main Suit was mine. I couldn't see the length of my nose. I threw a temptation tempta-tion In your way which none but a cemigod could have resisted. That tight, when I got your note telling me that you had done, I did a damnably .'oolish thing. I went to the club bar ni drank heavily. I was wild to help on, but I couldn't see how. At two In lie morning I thought I saw the way. Drunken men get strange Ideas into their heads. You were the apple of the Esther's eyes; I was only her son. No cse denying It She worshiped you; tolerated me. I came back to the touse, packed up what I absolutely seeded, and took the first train west, t all depended upon what you'd do. Tou let me go, Arty, old boy. I supple sup-ple you were pretty well knocked up, hen you learned what I had done. And then you let things drift. It was ral? natural. I had opened the way 'or you; Mother, learning that I was 1 thief, restored the defalcation to save the family honor, which was your tore. We were always more or lesB card pressed for tunds. I did not paible, but I wasted a lot." The hand in his relaxed and slipped from the clasp. "Some of these things will sound '".ter, but the heart behind them Isn't. & I did what I thought to be a great o-i glorious thing. I was sober when 1 reached Chicago. I saw my deed froni another angle. Think of It; we Ball have given our joint note to Biter's bank for the amount. Old "ttderson would have discounted it a second. It was too late. I went The few hundreds I had gave out. jje been up against it pretty hard. There were times when I envied the lariah dog. But fortune came around K day, knocked, and I let her In. I turned to make a restitution, only to sm that it had been made by you, E ago. A trick of young Elmore's, shouldn't have come back if I could tiTe sent the money." , Ar'hur raised his head and sat up. why did you not write? Why did rtu not let me know where you were? M is my witness, if there is a cor- of this world unsearched for you 01 two years I had a man hunting, "egave up. I believed you dead." TJead? Well, I was in a sense." You have suffered, but not as I "e. Always you had before you your et, splendid, foolish sacrifice. I had -'thing to buoy me up; there was only ( Jrag of the recollection of an evil anJ a moment of pitiful weak--38 The temptation was too great, ow did It happen?" . ,ow does anything like that hap-'oli hap-'oli Curiosity drew me first, for at oi'iw 1 never P'ayed but a few games ""dge. Curiosity, desire, then the full blaze of the passion. You will never know what that is, Paul. It is stronger than love, or faith, or honor God knows I never thought myself weak; at school I was the least impetuous im-petuous of the two. Everything went and they cheated me from the start Roulette and faro. Then I put my hand in the safe. To this day I cannot tell why. I owed nothing to those despicable despica-ble thieves, Craig least of all." "Craig. I met him over there. Pum-meled Pum-meled him." "I didn't act like a man. Some day a comfortable fortune would fall to the lot of each of us. But I took eight thousand, lost it, and came whining to you. You don't belong to this petty age, Paul. You ought to have been a fellow of the round table." Arthur smiled wanly. "To throw your life away like that, for a brother who wasn't fit to lace your shoes! If you had written you would have learned that everything was smoothed over. The Andes people dropped the matter entirely. You loved the mother far better than I." "And she must never know," quietly. "Do you mean that?" "I always mean everything I say, Arty. Can't you see the uselessness of telling her now? She has gone all these years with the belief that I am a thief. A thief, Arty, I, who never stole anything save a farmer's apples. They would have called you a defaulter; that's because you had access to the safe, whereas I had none." Arthur winced. "I don't propose to disillusion the mother. I am strong enough to go away without seeing her; and God knows how my heart yearns, and my ears and eyes and arms." Warrington reached mechanically for the portrait In the silver frame, but Arthur stayed his hand. "No, Paul; that Is mine." Warrington dropped his hand, puzzled. puz-zled. "I was not going to destroy it," ironically. "No; but in a sense you have destroyed de-stroyed me. Compensation. What trifling thought most of us give that word! The law of compensation. For ten years Elsa has been the flower o" the corn for me. She almost loved me. And one day she sees you; and in that one day all that I had gained was lost, and all that you had lost was gained. The law of compensation. Sometimes we escape retribution, but never the law of compensation. Some months ago she wrote me a letter. She was always direct It was a just letter." A pause. Arthur gazed steadily at the portrait, while Warrington twisted twist-ed his yellow beard. "The ways of mothers are mysterious," mysteri-ous," said the latter, finally. He wondered won-dered if Arthur would confess to the blacker deed, or have it forced from him. He would wait and see. "The father and the mother weren't happy. Money. There's the wedge. It's in every life somewhere. A marriage of convenience is an unwiBe thing. When we were born the mother turned to us. Up to the time we were six or seven there was no distinction In her love for us. But on the day the father set his choice upon me, she set hers upon you. You'll never know how I suffered as a boy, when I saw the distance growing wider and wider with the years. Perhaps Per-haps the father understood, for he was always kind and gentle to me. I expect ex-pect to return to China shortly. The Andes has taken me back. Sounds like a fairy tale; eh? I shall never return re-turn here. But did you know who Elsa Chetwood was?" "Not until that letter came." Neither of them heard the faint gasp which came from behind the portieres dividing the study and the living room. The gasp had followed the invisible knife-thrusts of these confidences. con-fidences. The woman behind those portieres swayed and caught blindly at the jamb. With cruel vividness she saw in this terrible moment all that to which she had never given more than a passing thought. No reproaches; only a simple declaration of what had burned In this boy's heart. And she had almost forgotten this son. A species of paralysis laid hold of her, leaving her for the time incapable of movement. She heard the deep voice of this other son say: "Lots of kinka in life. There is only one law that I shall lay down for you, Arty. You must give up all idea of marrying Elsa Chetwood." Chet-wood." "It will be easy to obey that Are you playing with me'paul?" "Playing?" echoed Warrington. "Yes. Do you mean to sit there and tell me that you ) don't know why I shall never marry her?" Arthur read thj'e truth in his broth er's eyes. He smiled weakly, the anger gone. "Same old blind duffer you always were. 1 wrote an answer to her letter. In that letter I told her . . . the truth." "You did that?" "1 am your brother, Paul. I couldn't be a cad as well as a thief. Yes, I told her. 1 told her more, what you never knew. 1 let Craig believe that 1 was you, Paul. 1 wore your clothes, your scarfpins, your hats. In that I was a black villain. God! What a hell 1 lived In. . . . Ah, mother!" Arthur dropped his head upon his arms again. "Paul, my son!" It wa3 Warrington's chair that toppled top-pled over. Framed in the portieres stood his mother, white-haired, pale but as beautiful as of old. "I am sorry. I had hoped to get away without you knowing." "Why?" "Oh, because there wasn't any use of my coming at all. I'd passed out of your life, and 1 should have stayed out Don't worry. I've got everything mapped out. There's a tra'in at midnight." mid-night." Arthur stood up. "Mother, 1 am the guilty man. I was the thief. All these years I've let you believe that Paul had taken the money. . . ." "Yes, yes!" she interrupted, never taking her eyes off this other son. "1 heard everything behind these curtains. cur-tains. You were going away, Paul, without seeing me?" "What was the use of stirring up old matters? Of bringing confusion into this house?" He did not look at her. He could not tell her that he now knew what had drawn him hither, that all along he had deceived himself. him-self. "Paul, my son, I have been a wicked woman." "Why, mother, you mustn't talk like that!" "Wicked! My son, my silent, kindly, kind-ly, chivalrlc boy, will you forgive your mother? Your unnatural mother?" He caught her before her knees touched the floor; and, ah! how hungrily hun-grily her arms wound about him. "What's the use of lying?" he cried brokenly. "My mother! I wanted to hear your voice and feel your arms. You don't know how I have always loved you. It was a long time, a very long time. Perhaps I was to be blamed. I was proud, and kept away from you. Don't cry. There, there! I can go away now, happy." Over his mother's shoulders, now moving with silent stabbing sobs, he held out his hand to his brother. Presently, above the two bowed heads, Warrington's own rose, transfigured with happiness. The hall door opened and closed, but none of them regarded it By and by the mother stood away, but within arm's length. "How big and strong you have grown, Paul." "In heart, too, mother," added Arthur. Ar-thur. "Old Galahad!" "You must never leave us again, Paul. Promise." "May I always come back?" "Always!" And she took his hand and pressed it tightly against her cheek. "Always! Ah, your poor blind mother!" "Always to come back! , . . 1 am going to China in a little while, to take up the work I have always loved, the building of bridges." "And I am going, too!" It was Elsa, at her journey's end. Jealous love is keen of eye. There was death in Arthur's heart, but he smiled at her. After all, what was more logical than that she should appear ap-pear at this moment? Why sip the cup when it might be drained at once, over with and done with? "Elsa!" said the mother, holding Warrington's hand in closer grasp. '"Yes, mother. Ah, why did you not tell me all?" Arthur walked to the long window that opened out upon the garden. There, for a moment, he paused, then passed from the room. "Go to him, mother," said Elsa, wisely wise-ly and with pity. The mother hesitated, pulled by the old and the new love, by the fear that the new-found could be hers but a little lit-tle while. Slowly she let Paul's hand fall, and slower still she followed Arthur's Ar-thur's footsteps. "I wasn't quite brave enough," he said, when she found him. x"They love. And' love me well, mother, for I am the broken man." She pressed his head against her heart. "My boy!" But her glance was leveled at the amber-tinted window through which she had come. To Warrington, Elsa was a little thinner, and of color there was none; but her eyes shone with all the splendor splen-dor of the oriental stars at which he had so often gazed with mute Inquiry. "Galahad!" she said, and smiled. "Well, what have you to say?" "I? In God's name, what can I eay but that I love you?" "Well, say it, and stop the ache In my heart! Say it, and make me forget for-get the weary eighteen thousand miles I have journeyed to find you! Say it. and hold me close for I am tired! Listen!" she whispered, lifting her head from his shoulder. From out the stillness of the summer sum-mer night came a jarring note, the eternal protest of Rajah. THE EMD. |