[{"node":{"title":"Hanna218","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna218","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Broken, Shed","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna218","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna218_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff211\n\nFrank laid a finger gently on his brother's cheek.\nSome of the tenderness of his young manhood shone in his\neyes. \"We? You're close knit, aren't ye, Hami? There's\nno splitting ye.\"\n\n\"The three o' us, Frankie,\" Hamilton mumbled. \"The\nthree o' us is woven througnother.\" HE felt frank draw\naway from him and saw the sidelong furtive glance of\nhis eyes. \"That's a lie. I'm no part of ye now. I'm\nnot woven intae this place. I'm the broken reed wi'\nthe withered pith.\"\n\nHamilton tried to draw his brother to him again,\nbut Frank held him off, turning his face away from the\nman kneeling beside him. \"I'll have none o\u2019 ye. I\nsinned onct, and God chastised me. Now I know I maun\nsave another from sinning.\" Hamilton stood up and\npulled the crippled man round to face him. \"Who'll\nye save, frank?\" he asked harshly. \"I'll say no\nmore,\" answered the other, pushing his hand from his\nshoulder.\n\nFor some time Hamilton stood gazing at his\nbrother's back. Frank had lifted the piece of harness\non to the top of some bags of Indian corn at the end\nwall, and was fumbling at it in the gloom of the shed.\nHamilton knew that his brother couldn't see what was in\nhis hand, and for some reason the thought made him\nafraid. \"Come out into the light, Frank,\" he said \"Come\nout into the light, man.\"\n\n\"I want no light for what I'm doing,\" answered the\nman in the gloom. Hamilton retreated to the door, and\nlifting a straw, drew it thoughtfully through his teeth.\n\"Aye, by God, maybe you're speaking an honest word at\nthat,\" he said at last, and left the shed, closing the\nhalf-door after him.\n","Type":"Text"}}]