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No Defense, Volume 1. by Parker, Gilbert, 1860-1932
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A word from our supporters: File extension ASF | gone. She would not let me come to you,--I think I have never seen her so disturbed as when I asked her, and she forbade me to write to you; but I disobey her. Well, this is a sad business. I know my mother has suffered. I know her married life was unhappy, and that her husband--my father-died many a year ago, leaving a dark trail of regret behind him; but, you see, I never knew my father. That was all long ago, and it is a hundred times best forgotten. keep looking back to the prison where lies, charged with an evil crime, of which he is not guilty, a young man for whom I shall always carry the spirit of good friendship. our hearts and the faith of our souls--and I hope I always shall! I believe in you, and, believing, I say good-bye. I say farewell in the great hope that somehow, somewhere, we shall help each other on the way of life. God be with you! I am your friend, SHEILA LLYN. young man to live in and succeed. Dyck read the letter with a wonderful slowness. He realized that by happy accident--it could be nothing else--Mrs. Llyn had been able to keep from her daughter the fact that the man who had been killed in the tavern by the river was her father. It was clear that the girl was kept much to herself, read no newspapers, and saw few people, and that those whom she saw had been careful to hold their peace about her close relationship to Erris Boyne. None but the evil-minded would recall the fact to her. Sheila's ignorance must not be broken by himself. He had done the right thing--he had held his peace for the girl's sake, and he would hold it to the end. Slowly he folded up the letter, pressed it to his lips, and put it in the pocket over his heart. ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:Beginning of a lifetime of experience, comedy, and tragedy Wit is always at the elbow of want |