The Redemption Of Kenneth Galt

ers' quarters, the rooms of the sheriff of the county, and the council-chamber where the mayor held his court. He received a few patients, made some examinations, wrote several prescripti

w, and went home to supper. Here, however, he met only General Sylvester, who, a deje

itting on the balustrade in front of the old gentleman

blackleg gambler, and wants to show it as plainly as possible, so there won't be any mistake between her view and mine. She knows I don't intend to leave any property to her if she keeps this up, but she doesn't care a rap. She's dead in love with the scamp, and, bad as he is, sh

llenness now may be a sign that she is about to give him up. I've talked to her, and, while I am not

em. When I was a young man"-Sylvester clinched his fist and pounded his knee, as if to emphasize his words-"things like this did not hang fire. A man who could make no showing as to hi

er man. "Shooting or threatening to shoot about a young woman is sure to ca

to stain your hands with blood and have us all brought into court to justify your course. He is a coward, I'm sure; no man has any pride or backbone who will cling on to a respectable family

to him. I really believe, when he is told of the step you are about to take, that he will act sensibly. He has a good side

-" The General's voice

om. She is hard hit, Uncle Tom. Girls never can understand things of this sort. Their sympathies a

ne can. I can trust you, Wynn, and I am proud of you-proud of you in every way. I never regret the loss of the old o

ot giving away professional secrets, I'd tell you things that would make your hair stand on end. You've heard me say I believe in the good old-time, psalm-singing, God-fearing religion-well, I do. The longer I live the more I think we need it. Look what modern thought has done for Kenneth Galt. He has read so much on science and philosophy that he has reduced us all-good, bad, and indifferent-to

lvester said, with his first smile. "He certainly is a

at the start," responded Dearin

me. I don't care a red cent about his cranky religious views; they will take care of themselves, for he is a straig

I'm going to stir up Aunt Diana and get s

le in the big dining-room, Dearing asked the cook i

own, "I sent Lindy up dar to her room, and she say young miss didn't want er bi

s met the wavering glance of his uncle across t

d doing, for it occurred to him that there was really no need for it, and he sat down in the darkness. He could see one of the wind

ith him, too. Beautiful, trusting Dora-even she is suffering on his account. Yes, I must see him. There is no other way." Dearing stood up and went to his bureau to get a fresh handkerchief,

e said. "My mission in life is to cure men, not to spill their blood. They say he

out at the front door he saw the flare of his uncle's cigar and the wrinkled, brooding face and gray head and beard at the end of the veranda. Going down the wide brick walk, which was edged by rows

re on a direct road to a thirty-day course of that very tonic you despised so much last spring. No dinner to-day and no supper to-night. I don't get any fee for doctoring you, but I'm goi

and drew back from his cares

falteringly, her eyes fixed coldly, half fear

er deliberately and calmly, with no feeling of ill-wil

eathed hard, her h

ter; that is, if

toward his arm tremble, as it diverted its course to one of th

nsult him? He is not a man to care about a girl's fortune; he hasn't shown that he wants his father's money. He knows that I d

solutely penniless to a man who has shown himself as reckless of his own interests as Fred Walton has, I'd be blue in earnest, and-and I don't know that I'd be quite able to restrain my temper if such a reckless spendthrift were to thrust himself bet

now, her last hope gone, she simply stared, speechless. He had put his hand upon

talk in a confidential way and you haven't. The last time I met him he almost cried in telling me of his troubles. He does try very hard to please

r. I am not going to be harsh with him. I don't really dislike him, and he has nothing against me." From the expression of utter despair in her eyes he knew that she intended

. I may not find him

ouldn't close my eyes until I see you and k

hat?" he dema

-to do himself harm. It looked, the other evening, as if he were constantly on the point of telling me something about some crisis or other in his affairs which has just come up. He would sta

him, sister; I promise you that. I may find him

mire in him. She is poor, and doesn't receive much attention. Fred t

o to bed, young lady, and forget about this disagreeable mess fo