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The Huron Expositor, 1921-05-20, Page 7(Continued from last week.) , CHAPTER V. At about the time Temharom made his rush to catch the "L" Joseph Hutchinson was passing through one of his periodical fits of,infuriated eouragement. Little Ann knew they would occur every two or three days, aid she did not wonder at then, Also she knew that if she merely sat still and listened as she sewed, she would be doing exactly what her mother would have done and what her father would find a sort of irritated comfort in. There was no use in axciting peo- ple's villainies and calling thisra names unless you had an- audience who would seem to agree to the justice of your accusations„. So Mr. Hutchinson charged up and down the room, his face red, and his hands thrust in his coat pockets. He , was giving his opinions of America and Americans, and he spoke ,with his broadest Manchester accent, and threw in now and then a word or so of Lancashire dialect to add rough- ness and strength, the angrier a Man- chester man 'being; the broader and therefore the more forcible his ac- cent. "Tha" is somehow a great' deal more bitter or 'humorous oraffection- ate than the mere ordinary "You" or "Yours." Merica," he bellowed—"dang 'Merica! I says—an' dang 'Meri- cans. Goin' about the' world braggin' an' boastin' about their sharpness an' their open-'andedness, "Go 'to 'Meri- ca," folk 'll tell you, 'with an inven- tion, and there's dozen of million- aires ready to put money in it.' Fools!" "Now, Father,"—Little Ann's voice was as maternal as her mother's had been,—"now, Father, love, don't work yourself up into a passion. You know it's not good for you." "I don't need -to work myself up into one. I'm in one. A man sells everything he owns to get to 'Merica, an' when he gets there What does he find? He canna' got near a million- aire. He's pushed here an scuffled there, an' told this chap can't see him, an' that chap isn't interested, an' he must wait 'his chance to catch this one. An' he waits an' waits, an' goes up an elevators an' stands on one leg in lobbies, till he's broke down an' v sick of it, an' has to go home to England steerage." Little Ann looked up from her r sewing. He had been 'walking furl- h ouely for half an hour, and had been tired to begin with. She had heard his voice break roughly as he said ca the last words. He threw himself k astride a chair and, crossing his arms on the back of it, dropped his head on them. Her mother never allowed F, this. Her idea was that women were . made to tide over such moments for the weaker.gex. Far had it been from the mind of Mrs. Hutchinson to call th eaklr.. But fwlr 'e' ti b, 4ot►,: r * just for bit iey'lre Wit like tired. They : heed eonifottiag • thout being 1etfiio know they• are. buing coinforted. You know' dhow 'It is when you ,back ache's, and smile one sius't slips • a Pillow; under. it in the right place" Without saying' shy thing, . That's what women lean do if they've got dreads. It needs a head." Little Ann got up Went to the chair.. She began to run her fingers caress- ingly through the thick, grizzled hair. "rh'tire, Father, love, there!" she said. "We are going back to Eng- land, at any rate, aren't we?. And grandmother will be so glad to have us with her in her cottage. And A:merioa'e only one place." • "I tried it first, dang it!" jerked out Hutchinson. "Every one told me to do it." 'He quoted again with de- risive 'scorn; "'Yo'u go to 'Merica. 'Merica's the place for a chap like you. 'Merica's the place for inven- tions.' Liars!" Little Ann 'went ou rubbing the grizzled head, lovingly. "Well, now we're going back to try England. You never did really try England. And you know how beau- ' tiful it'll be in the country with the primroses in bloom and the young lambs in the, fields," The caressing just him." hand grew even softer. ."And you're "He just gets over people with it, not going to forget howi mother be- like he got over, me. I was ready to lieved in the invention; you can't -do knock his head off first time he spoke that." , to me. I was ready to knock any - Hutchinson lifted his head and look- body's head off that day. I'd just ed at her. had that letter from Madman. He "Eh, Ann," he said, "you are a made me sick wi' the way he potter - comfortable little bod. You've got ed an' played the fool about the in - a way with you just like your poor vention. He believed in it right en - mother had. You always say the • ough, but he hadn't the courage of a right thing to help a chap pull him- mouse. He wasn't goin' to be the self together. Your mother did be- firet one to risk his money. Him, lieve in it, didn't she?" with all he has! He's the very chap She had, indeed, believed in it, to be able to set it goin'. If I could though her faith was founded more have got some one else to put up upon confidence in "Mr. Hutchinson" brass, it'd have started him. It's than in • any profound knowledge of want o' backbone, that's the matter the mechanical appliance his inspire- wi' Madman aro' his lot." tion would supply. She knew it had "Some of these days some of them something important to do with loco- 're going to get their eyes opened," motive engines and the knew that if ' said Little Ann, "and then the others railroad magnates would condescend will be sorry. Mr. Tembarom says to consider it, her husband was sure they'll fall over themselves to get it that fortune would flow in. She had on the ground floor." lived with the "invention," as it was Hutchinson chuckled. respectfully called, for years. "That's New York," he said. "He's "That she did," answered -Little a rum chap. But he thinks a good Ann. "And before she died she said bit of •the invention. I've talked it to me: 'Little Ann.' she said, 'there's over with him, because I've wanted to enc thing you must never let your . talk, and 'the one thing I've noticed father do. You must never let him about Tenvbanom is that he can keep begin not to believe in his invention. his mouth shut." Your father's a clever man, and it's , "But he talks a good deal," said a clever invention, and it'll make his Ann. fortune yet. You mustremind hint ' "That's the beet of it. You'd how I believed in it and how sure I think he was telling all he knows, was." and he's not by a fat lot. He tells Hutchinson rubbed his hands you what you'll like to hear, and he's thoughtfully. He had heard this be- not sly; but 'he can keep a shut mouth. fore, but it did him good to hear it That's Lancashire. Some folks can't again. do it even when they want to." "She said that, did she?" he found "His father came from England." vague comfort in saying. "She said "That's where the lad's sense comes that. from. Perhaps he's Lancashire. He "Yes, she did, Father. It was the had a lot of good ideas about -th_ cry day before she died." way to get at Madman." "Well, she never said anything she A knock at the door broke in upon ain't thought out," he said in slow them. Mrs. Rowse presented herself, etroepection. "And she had a good wearing a novel expression on her end of her own. Eh, she was a face. It was at once puzzled and not onderful woman, she was, for stick- altogether disagreeably excited. ng to things. That was th' Lan- "I wish you would come down into ,shire in her. Lancashire folks the dining -room, Little Ann." She rows their own minds." hesitated. "Mr. Tembarom's brought -"Motherknew hers," • said Ann. home such a queer man. He picked And she always said you knew yours, him up ill in the street. He wants Conte and sit in your own chain, me to let him stay with him for the other, and have your paper." night anyhow. I don't think he's She had tided him past the worst crazy, but I guess he's lost his mem- irrents without letting him slip into racy. Queerest thing I ever saw. He tlrisn't know his name or anything." "Sec here," br"ke out Hutchinson, minds," he said as he sat down and dropping his hands and his paper on took his paper from her. "You his knee, "I'm not going .to have Ann know yours, Ann; and there's that gain' down stairs to quiet lunatics." Temharom chap. Ile knows his. I've '1He's as quiet as a child," Mrs. been noticing that chap." There war Howse protested. "There's something a certain pleasure in using a tone of pitiful about hint, he seems so fright - amiable patronage. "He's got a way ened. He's drenched to the skin." with him that's worth money to him "Call an ambulance and send him in business, if he only knew it." to,the hospital," advised Hutchinson. "I don't think he knows he's got a That's what Mr. Teimbarom says way," Little Ann said. "His way is he can't do. It frightens him to S©LR'rEi/'I:R;SfL IN GA'NA'D Write•'foi. µ S 11 1Iit"atetl •add Q; • e.J �i, :4•c9,w' 6."taa!� 4 t Pi a if he. l ,«t; o' t, eF his Ilf t; that fsn; 4•stir'' a din an antlitS. ed .?one' "Iie'ti g,14�'. Tembarete a :more tliian» 'Hato t+llq i nd dollars." "What"!shoat Hutchinson, to leis feet ' -quite unconaei J coaly, • , i .,- , "W'hatll saolaimed' j.ittle Ann., Ili "Juste . you't come and look at it," answered Dors. Dowse, nodding her head, "There's over;. two thousand dollars in bills spread out on the table in the diningroom this minoite. He had it in a' belt pocket, and he dragged it out in the street and would . make Mr. Tembarone take it. • Do come and tell Ani what to do." "I'd get. him to tl4me off his wet clothes and get into bed, and dripkk some hot spirits and water first," said Little Ann. "Wouldn't .you, Mrs. Rowse? Catarrh Catarrh is a local disease greatly inRn- enced by constitutional renditions. 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I say, Id like to go down and have a look at, that chap myself," he 'an- nounced "If he's so' frightened, perhaps__" Little Ann hesitated, "That's it," put in Mrs. Bowse, "He's so nervous it'd snake him worse to see another man. You'd better wait, Mr. Hutchinson," Hutchinson sat down rather grump-, ily, and Mrs. Rowse and Little Ann went down the stairs together. "I feel real nervous myself," said Mrs. Howse, "it's so queer. But he's not crazy. He's quite enough." As they neared the bottom of the staircase Little Ann could see over the balustrade into the dining room. The strange man was sitting by the table, -his disordered, black -haired head on his arm. He looked like an exhausted thing. Tembarom was sit- ting by him, and was -talking in an rrtcouraging voice.- He had laid a nand on one of the stranger's. On the table beside them was spread a number of bills which bed evidently just been counted. "Here's the ladies," said Tentbarenn. The stranger -lifted his head and, having looked, rase and steed upright, waiting. It was the invelentary, me- chanical action of a man who had been trained among gentlemen. "It's Mrs. Rowse again, and she's brought Miss Hutchinson -Iowa with her. Miss Hutdhinson always knows what to do," explained T,,nbarom in his friendly voice. The ratan bowed, and his bewildered eyes fixed themselves on tittle Ann. 'Thank you," he said. "It's very kind of you. I-dans=In great trou- ble." Little Ann went to him :oaf smiled her motherly smile at thin,. "You're very wet," she said. "You'll take a bad cold if you're net careful. Mrs. Rowse thinks you ought to go right re bed and -have sone -thing hot to drink." "It seems a long time sinew I was in bed," he answered her. "I'm very tired. Thank you." He drew a weary, sighing bat':rli, hut he didn't move his eyes frown the girl's face. Perhaps the cessatioe of ac- tion in certain cells of his brain had increased action in others Ile look- ed as though he were seeing some- thing in Little Ann's face which might not have revealed itself so clearly to the more normal gaze. He moved slightly nearer ti her. Ile Was a tall note and had to look down at her. "What is your ,.rune':" he rnketl anxiously. "Nan, . trouble me." I; was Ann tate drew a little emir c r to him naw. Sh • hail to look up, , and the soft, absa'berl kindness in her eyes niie•ht, Tes,ba^int their :i, have soothed a raging Ih.n, it was se intent on its purpose. "My name in Ann Hie'hinson; but never mind about it nor," she said. "I'll tell it to you :er;,,n. Let Mr. Crmbaron, take you up -"lairs to bed. i You'll be better in th'' wincing." And because his hollow eyes rested on her so fixedly she put her 'hand' tin his wet sleeve. "You're wet through." she said. "That won't do," He looked down at her hand and then at her face again. "Help me," he pleaded, "just help : rate. I don't know u•h-,:'s happened, Have I gone mad?" J "No," she answered; "not a bit. 1 It'll all come right aft, r a while; you'll see." Will it, will it?"he begged, and then suddenly his eyes ,were full of tears. It was a strange ? hing to see him in his bewildered misery try to hull himself together. and bite his shaking lips as though he 'vaguely remembered that he was a man. "I beg pardon," he faltered: "I suppose I'm ill." I don't know where to put him," Mrs. Rowse was saying. half aside; "I've not got a room empty." "Put him in my bed and give me a shake -down on the (leer," said Tent - baron,. "That'll he all right. He doesn't want me to leave him, any- how." He turned to the nimmy on the table. lI f![0' . ` ei tf}e Ito cont its Iu ey 4 . viiiead t#moo.* that go/hg, to stay' wiflii hfiiu`r its d -.. LittleLittleAlin went is tQ-+Aeg #far carving a roll of bills in her hooch,, It was s roil of,siidh Size that Hatela- inson. otanted up in foto ehodr, and stared at the sight, of it 'th, "Is thate money?" 'tie exclaimed. "whet -are you tofhg tie do with jt?,. WI-mit'\have you found out, lass?" eo tp 'I'• Tkiii oo , play in WW1 inns,; • 1t'°r>t puba ion,paa9 �,. "Say." he said to his cu' -t; "there's two thousand five hundred dollars here. We've counted it. Id :Dake sure. That's quite some nte,i,•; And it's yours The Stranger looked d: made a nervous gesturo. Don't, don't'" he I,r lu- in. "Keep it. Some one took the r.st. This was hidden. It will pay " "Yost see he isn't real' cut of bis • mind," Ibbs. Rowse murmured feel- ingly. ...Imbed and "No, not real' nil of it;' sad Tens harem. "Say," -ms ut inspira- tion oecurred to him, "I ierese maybe Miss Ifulehinson will keep it. Will you, Little Ann? Von ran give it to hen when he wants it." 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