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Show madman. The lights of the city disappeared from view, oiid Torn found hinvxlf wandering la an unfamiliar loeulity. Agiuu tho river came In sight, and the wretched luan decided to follow Its course, it n as not far to the sea. He would go on to tho nearest port and ship as a sailor. Anything lo get Ix-yond his brother1! reach, and tho eyas of those who know him Tims tlio light of day found hiin, but it not likely thut any ono along tho river Hide would recognise him. Thero were few dwellings, dwell-ings, and tho pooplo he met were former who wei-o uot dowsed to be unpleasantly Inquisitive, In-quisitive, j bo tho half crazed man rushed on through the day, till at nightfall ho limped wearily into a tunull seaport town. III. . Henry Dyson inado ovory effort to find nil 1 missing brother. When bo thought of tlio pained look la Tom's eyes tho night tho poor fellow left, ha 1 , reproached himself for allowing hiin to go J ! away without a kind word of encouragement. encourage-ment. I Tho detectives took the matter up, and tbsj j newspaiwrn published on recount of Tenia , mysterious disappearance, J But it was ull of no avail There was no traco, no clow, and al ter a year or two the i merchant cauio to the conclusion that hit brother was a dead maiL ' ; liimry Dyson continued to prosper, lie j , married happily, and in tlio course of time , I lntles children enmo to make his home still ! brighter. I Twenty years had rolled away, when on night tho merchant found himself alone- la . bis otllco writing a letter. i A n 1, I..... I.. i.. lilu nlinli- tt tnlrn a A BIG MISTAKE. L Henry Dyson was alone In the little aitiee at the back end of his store. Mr. Dyson was a pleasant looking man of about or 40, and his fellow-townsmen frequently fre-quently pointed to him with pride us a self-made self-made business man. But while everybody bad a good word for Henry Dyson, very few people spoke well of hia brother Tom. On tho night our story opens the merchant was waiting for his graceless brother, and as tho hours rolled on the frown on his face grew deeper. "I crtti do nothing with Tom," he said as ho paced the tloor impatiently. "I huvo given him ovory possible chanco, but ho grown nioro idlo and dissipated every day. Perhaps I ought not to wait for him, hut ho was so urgent in his request for an interview tonight to-night that I could not refuse. Poor follow 1 I What new troublo can bo be mixed up inf I Tho front door opened and a young man entered quietly, and, after a furtive glanco j around tho store, proceeded to the office, "Well, Tom!' said Henry Dyson. I am here, you see," replied Tom. ' "I suppose," said Henry, "that it is useless to ask you why you ore so lato or whero you havo been during the post tn days." Tom looked a little nervous, aud bis eyes feU. "That is neither here nor there," ho answered an-swered in a swaggering way; "I havo had somo business of my own to look after, and I know that you were not short of help in tho I store." "Well, what is itT" asked Honry abruptly. "Brother," Tom broke out hurriedly and In a faltering voice, "I must have fionio money $200 or so." "I wonder where you will get it," Henry rejoined. "You will not get another cent from me that is certain. Why should I toil hero and economize in order to furnish you with funds to bo lost at tho gaming tublo?" "If I do not got this money," said Tom, turning very polo, "I shall have to leave tho country." "A gotfd thing for tho country, then," snapped Henry. "Don't let me intcrfcro with your traveling plans." Tom seemed to full all to pieces at this reply. Ho made one more clFort. "I hopo you aro not hard up yourself," ho said. "I was novor getting along bettor," responded respond-ed tho merchant, "but that has nothing to do with tho case." He pulled open tho door of tho iron sufo, and poinfed to a little- tin box. "Do you see tbatf ho asked. "Well, that box contains twenty crisp 51,000 bank notes. I drew the money from the bank today for au investment. No, Tom, 1 am prospering, hut I am tired of your endless drain upon my nurso. It must stop, and now is tho time." moment's rest he thought of tho night aBCOr of years beloro when Tom bod visited him thoro to innko a lust uppcul. Tears como into tho rich man'B eyes. "He was my only brother," be sobbed, "and I acted like a brute. How easy it would havo been for mo to huvo paid bis little lit-tle debts. Then 1 could have watched over him, and in time my love would have touched his heart, and ho would havo turned out all right. But it is too lato now to think of theso things." Tho door opened with hardly a croak, and the merchant would not have known it bus for tho rush of cool air. Ho rose from his chair just in timo to greet a visitor, who walked into tho ofllco without even a knock on tho door to herald bis approach. ap-proach. Henry Dyson looked upon him in speechless speech-less astonishment. If ho could trust his eyes this was Tom Dyson, but not tho Tom of twenty years ago. Ho was an old man with wrinkled face und whito hair. 'Brother," said tho visitor, holding out his hand, "are you glad to see maV With a joyous exclamation tho other caught him in his embraca, and then seated him in a chair. "This is a glad hour for mo, Tom," be said; "I had given you up for dead, and I havo all theso years boon reproaching myself for my harshness to you that night, you know." "Hold on I1' cried tho other excitedly. "You must not overwhelm mo with auca kindness until I havo mado restitution. Here in this packngo you will And tho money to replace tho mini I took from your safe in the little tin box. It has taken mo these twenty years to make it, but here it is at last." "Ihit I do uot understand," interrupted Henry. "Uh, but you must," replied bis brother. "Whon you turned away to got your coal-that coal-that night I slipped the box out of the saf and concealed it. Then you closed the safe, unconscious of your Ions, and I left you." is uc uio ijox was empty i" snouta iienry,1 "Impossible," answered Tom, "for yoa told mo that it contained 80,000. Well, I rushed off with tho box, but repented, and was ou my way to return it when I carelessly care-lessly let it slip into tho water when I crossed tho river. Now you know why I runaway and concealed myself. I had but one object to make enough money to pay you back, and then I would ask your forgiveness. for-giveness. "Oh, what a foolish Tom!" said Henry. "Why, man, I found in the morning that my bookkeeper had taken the money from the box and carried it back to tbe bank that afternoon, when he found that I was not going go-ing to use it until the next day. I missed the empty box, but I never connected that with your disappearance." "Then this money" "Is yours," said Henry; "but even if you had lost my money, as you supposed, yoa should have como back to me. I sometimes talked roughly to you, but you ought to have known how I loved you, Tom." Tho two white haired men sat there till midnight, talking about old times and mntrlny their plans for tho future, "You must live with me, Tom," sold Henry, as ho took hir.i home. "I can't trust you out of my sight aain." Aud Tom gave bis promise, at the sama time thanking the good Lord for blessing him with such a big hearted brother. These two knew no misunderstanding and no parting until death came to separate tbem, and in all tbe city noman was more respected and more beloved than Tom Dyson. His big mistake mado a man of him. Walter i Reed hi Atlanta Constitution. Henry rose from his chair and went into a little closet for his overcoat. In an instant, before a man could count three seconds. Tom had drawn tho flat tin box from tho safe and slipped it into tho breast of his heavy overcoat His brother slowly emerged from tho closet, and put on his wrappings. Then he closed the door of the safe with a click. "I am ready to go," ho said "You have qo further business with me, 1 presumof" "No, sir," Tom responded with a pale, determined de-termined face. "Neither now, nor later, good-by." "Oood-by, old fellow," said Honry, with a yawn. Tom walked ont of tbe store without another word, banging tho door after him. "I know him," soliloquized tho merchant. "He will not leave here. He will be around to-morrow with a new proposition. Perhaps, after all I had better look into his affairs, and give him another chance." He walked slowly out of the building, and locked tho door. A glance up and down the street showed him that Tom was not in sight, and he then quietly made his way to his hotel, where ho straightway went to bod. n. After leaving the store Tom hugged the tin box to bis breast and walked at a rapid pace. "It was an awful thing to do," he muttered; mut-tered; "but I had to have money and I worked to make some of it." Tbe young man sped onward through the deserted streets until he reached the river. He crossed the bridge and Btarted up the hill on the other side. His plan was plain enough. Ho was going to a suburban railway station to toko tho train for the west. Suddenly he pulled up with a Jerk. Ho took the tin box from under his coat. "The devil!" he exclaimed; "I must havo been mad. 1 am no thief, and I will cut my throat before I will become ona There is but one thing to do. I will take tho box back to my brother, confess my folly, aud then leave him. Ho turned and retraced his stops. When he reached the bridgo he paused a moment and looked over into tho dark waters below. "I may find peace thero," ho said gloomily. Ho leaned over tbe railing and hstened to tbe swift rolling current "My God!" ho cried. "Tho boxl tho box!" It had slipped through his fingers, and already al-ready tho rushing waters were carrying it to the sea. Tom ran in tho direction of his brother's hotel, and then wheeled about aud ran back to the bridge. His first impulse was to throw himself into tho river. "lamafooir he said. "Suicide will not restore tho money. I must bo a man now if : thero is any manhood in mo!" Across tho river and over the hill, into tho thick darkness of tho night, tho guilty fugi- 1 tive fled. Milo after mile ho walked like a |