it out with Ms brother, his supplant
er, and was on his way homeward
with the plan of killing him when he
encountered Mr. Woodstock, who
had made him the offer of the posi
tion. Geoffrey laughed as he went away.
What did he care about a position
A when the dream long brooded over
was to come to fruition at last?
He meant to kill his brother, his
supplan(er, who lived in luxury while
he was a tramp upon the roads. He
would show thesevillage people what
it meant to kill a man's soul and
grind him down in the dust.
It was almost dark when he
reached Farningham. He had spent
his last $20 on the purchase of the
revolver snugly hidden beneath his
codt And, reaching his brother's
house, he stood, a ragged tramp,
leaning outside the . garden paling
and looking through the window at
the lights. N
He saw his brother, seated in his
chair, reading, and his brother's wife,
her fair hair bent over the needle
work at which she sewed. He had
always hated Jenny and; had thought
that she was the cause of his broth
er's refusal to help him. Prom where
he stood he could have sent a bullet
through Arthur's brain easily, but he
wanted a better revenge than that.
He meant to have it all out with him,
, and now, tired, worn out and weak
ened from his furious thoughts, he
was trying to nerve himself to enter
when the door opened anda little boy
vHis brother's child! He had not
thought of that. In fact, he had not
known that Arthur had a son. So
'much the better for his purposes.
W No doubt Ajthur had disparaged him
to the boy, holding up as an exam
ple, using him as a sort of bogey. In
the old days, when Geoffrey and Ar
thur, had been very close .to each
v other, Arthur's engagement had
been a great pleasure to Geoffrey and
he had often hoped there would be a
boy. He had planned to mean sft
much to him. Now the bitterness in
the outcast's heart overflowed.
But the child had spied him, and,
with a shout had run to him.
"Hello!" he called confidingly.
"Hello!" answered Geoffrey mo
rosely, noting the face of the brothef
in that of the boy.
"Are you my Uncle Geoffrey?" in-"
quired the otfier. '
"What's that? What do you
means?" demanded Geoffrey, start
"But I see you are not, answered
the boy, looking at the man's clothes
in the light of the lamp. "Uncle '
Geoffrey will come, hpme dressed
finely, and you are only a tramp,
"Only a tramp, my boy," replied
"Well, I'm sorry you aren't Uncle
Geoffrey. But I guess he will come '
along soon. I've never seen him and
he can't stay away much longer. I
wish he would come."
"Why?" demanded Geoffrey curi-1
"Because we all want to see him
so much. You see, granfather toldt
father that he was to give Uncle
Geoffrey his share of the money as
soon as he settled down, and father -has
been trying to get news of Uncle '
Geoffrey for ever so long, so as to
help him. And he says he's the finest T
uncle in the world." '
"He does, does he?" demanded -Geoffrey
in grim amusement.
"Yes, an3 mother says some night
he'll turn up, as sure as fate, and
then I'll see what "a fine uncle I've
got. And that's what Miss Mayhew
says, too. You know, you mustn't"
say anything about it, but Miss May-l
hew's going to marry Uncle Geoffrey L
some day. She's just waiting for1
him to come back."
"Who told you that?" demanded
the man fiertely.
"O-oh! You're hurting my shoul- '
der. Why, she told me herself, and
she told me not to tell anybody, so, "
of course, I mustn't But I did tell c
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