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After dinner, a meal at which he
ate little and was well content to
satisfy the hunger of his soul by the
road of the eye, Smith went out to
the portico to smoke. The most gor
geous of mountain sunsets was paint
ing itself upon the sky over the west
ern Timanyonis, but he had no eves
for natural grandeurs, and no ears
for any sound saveone—the footstep
he was listening for. It came at
length, and he tried to look as tired
as he had been when the colonel
made him close his desk and leave
the office; tried and apparently suc
ceeded.
"You poor, broken down Samson,
carrying all the brazen Kates of the
money-Philistines on your shoul
ders! You had to come to us at last,
didn't you? Let me be your Delilah
and fix that chair so that it will be
really comfortable." She said it only
half mockingly, and he forgave the
sarcasm when she arranged some of
the hammock pillows in the easiest
of the porch chairs and made him
bury himself luxuriously in them.
Still holding the idea, brought over
from that afternoon of the name
questioning, that she had in some
way discovered his true identity.
Smith was watching narrowly for
danger signals when he thanked her
and said:
"You say it just as it is. X had to
come. But you could never be any
body's Delilah, you? She was a
betrayer, if you recollect.
He made the suggestion purposely,
but it was wholly ignored, and there
was no guile in the slate-gray eyes.
"You mean that you didn't want
to come?"
"No; not that. I have wanted to
come every time your father has
asked me. But there are reasons—
good reasons—why I shouldn't be
here."
If she knew any of the reasons
she made no sign. She was sitting in
the hammock and touching one slip
pered toe to the flagstones for the
swinging push. From Smith's point
of view she had fora background the
gorgeous sunset, but he could not
see the more distant glories.
"We owe you much, and we are
going to owe you more," she said.
You mustn't think that wedon't ap
preciate you at your full value.
Colonel-daddy thinks you are the
most wonderful somebody that ever
lived, and so do a lot of the others."
"And you?" he couldn't resist say
ing.
"I'm just plajn ashamed—for the
way I treated you when you were
here before. I've been eating humble
pie ever since."
Smith breathed freer. Nobody but
a most consummate actress could
have simulated her frank sincerity.
He had jumped too quickly to the
small sum-ln-addition conclusion.
She did not know the story of the
absconding bank cashier.
"X don't know why you should
feel that way," he said, eager, now,
to run where hS had before been
afraid to walk.
"I do. And I believe you wanted
to shame me. I believe you gave up
your place at the dam and took hold |
with daddy more to show me what:
an inconsequent little idiot I was'
than for any other reason. Didn't j
you, really?"
He laughed in quiet ecstasy at this
newest and most adorable of the
moods.
"Honest confession is good for the
soul; I did," he boasted. "Xow beat
that for frankness, if you can."
"I can't," she admitted, laughing
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back at him. "But now you've accom
plished your purpose, I hope you
are not going to give up. That would
i l>e a little hard on colonel-daddy."
"Oh, no; I'm not going to give up
I —until I have to."
I "Does that mean more than it
says?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it does."
I She was silent for the length of
| time that it took the flaming crimson
i in the western sky to fade to salmon.
The colonel had mounted tfie steps
and was coming toward them. The
| young woman slipped from the ham
j mock and stodd up.
"Don't go," said Smith, feeling as
if he were losing an opportunity and
| leaving much unsaid that ought to
be said. But the answer was a quiet
| "good night" and she was gone.
Smith went back to lowa mith the
colonel the next morning physically
rested, to be sure, but in a frame
of mind bordering again upon the
sardonic. One thing stood out clearly,
! he was most unmistakably in love
with Corona Baldwin.
Hence there was another high re
i solve not to go to Hillcrest again
i until he could go as a free man; a
! resolve which, it is perhaps needless
!to say, was broken thereafter as
often as the colonel asked him to go.
| Why, in the last resort, Smith should
have finally chosen a confidant In the
i person of William Starbuck, the re
formed cowpuncher, he scarcely
knew. But it was to Starbuck that
he appealed fo radvlce when the sen
timental situation had grown fairly
desperate.
"I've told you enough so that you
can understand the vise-nip of It,
Billy," he said to Starbuck one night
when he had dragged the mine own
er up to the bathroom suite in the
Hophra House and had told him just
a little, enough to merely hintat his
condition. "You see how it stacks up.'
I'm in a fair way to come out of this
the biggest scoundrel alive —the
piker who takes advantage of the
innocence of a good girl. I'm not the
man she thinks I am. I am standing
over a volcano pit every minute of
the day. If it blows up, I'm gone,
obliterated, wiped out."
"Is it aiming to blow up?" asked
Starbuck sagely.
"I don't know any more about that
than you do. it is the kind that
usuiilly does blow up sooner or later.
I've prepared for It as well as I can.
What Colonel Baldwin and the rest
of you needed was a financial man
ager, and Timanyoni High Line has
its fighting chance —which was more
than Timanyoni Ditch had when I
took hold. If I should drop out now,
you and Maxwell and the colonel and
Kinzie could go on and make the
tight; but that doesn't help out in
this other matter."
Starbuck smoked in silence for a
long minute or two before he said:
"Is there another woman in it,
John?"
"Yes; but not in the way you
mean."
(To Be Continued)
"The Insider"
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER Mil.
Copyright, 1917, Star Company
There seemed nothing for me to
do but to accede to my employer's
request that I accompany him on his
trip to the telegraph office. His sug
gestion was made in such a natural,
common-place manner as to dis
arm suspicion. He spoke as he might
have spoken to Mrs. Gore herself.
That lady, sitting near me in the
darkness, voiced no protest. If she
disapproved It was In silence. I wait
ed a nfbment; then her brother-in
i law added:
"Grace is fast asleep and Mrs.
I G.ore will not go to bed before our
return. She will listen for the child,
I won't you, Adelaide?"
"Certainly, Brewster, 'I will," the
. widow assented. "The ride will do
you good, no doubt."
It occurred to me that she was
trying, by seconding his sugges
tions, to make the man forget the
little passage at arms a few days
ago. I had never seen her more
conciliatory than she had been since
the disagreeable contretemps about
the tennis racket.
"Shall I get the car out for you,
father?" Tom proposed.
"Thank you, my boy," the parent
repled. "It will save James the
replied. It will save James the
"Can I help you, Tom?" Hugh
asked.
"No, Indeed —the runabout is easy
I to get out," Tom rejoined.
Parker had risen, and now stood,
his hands in his pockets, looking up
at the moonlit sky.
"It's a wonderful night," he ob
served. "Not too warm, and yet
not cool enough to make one chilly.
But it may be a bit cool driving,
Miss Dart. May I get a wrap for
| you ?"
I was surprised at the question.
Few young men were as thoughtful
of the comfort of a girl they had
just met. Then I remembered that
the man made his home most of the
year with his mother. This would
account for his consideration of
other women's needs.
"Oh, thank you," I answered. "My
motor coat is in the closet in the
rear hall, but I will get It myself,
for you would not know which is
mine."
A Little Secret
"He might," Mr. Norton suggested
teasingly, "if you told him it was
blue in color. All men love blue
and go straight for it."
His remark reminded me that this
coat had been bought at his instiga
tion. Ho had seen it in a shop win
dow and ordered it sent home "on
approval."
When he saw it fitted me he in
sisted that I was to keep it. No
body but he and I knew this fact. I
appreciated now, as never before,
that he was constantly doing such
things—things that, while kind, yet
made a sort of bond between us.
Any matter of which two people
speak to nobody but each other is a
subtle link to bind them together.
Had he been quite fair in all this?
The thought smote me a:s I went
with Hugh Parker into the hall for
my coat.' If Brewster Norton had
wished to gain an ascendancy over
me he had gone about it in a very
Four Children Tell
How They Killed Father
By Associated Press
Durant, Ok., June 7.—The four chil
dren of R. L. Wilkerson, the oldest
of whom is 13, told Judge Lewis Paul
din in the county court how they
planned and executed the slaying of
their father at their home on a farm
near here last Thursday night. At
the request of the court, two of the
children re-enacted the tragedy In
' dramatic fashion.
Bessie, aged 13, and Joe, aged 12,
gave the court a comprehensive ac
count of the incident. The two young
er children, Ruby, 1, and Otto, 8,
testified they killed their father at
the older children's bidding. Each
testified that Wilkerson frequently
swore at them, but that they received
whipping not more frequently than
other children of their acquaintance.
Wilson Urges Congress
to Hurry Food Bills
Washington, D. C., June 7.—Presi
dent Wilson has asked members of
the Senate agricultural committee to
act quickly on the pending legis
lation to give the government con
trol over the nation's staple food
supply. He expressed the fear that
if Congress delayed, European na
tions largely dependent on American
supplies might begin to compete with
each other In buying here In such
fahlon as to send prices in the
Lnited States to alarming heights
and bring about unrest in the great
cities.
The President urged also passage
of the administration bill under
which railroads could be compelled
to give preference to food and fuel
I shipments. J
HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH
c!ever way. I had not been in a
position to reject his gifts, for they
had been given on the ground that
I was to him almost like a grown
daughter, and he would have been
wounded had X repelled his kind
ness.
Moreover, to do so would have
made me appear sophisticated and
suspicious. Until this moment I had
not had a qualm of doubt about this
man. Then, at this juncture I re
buked myself sharply. The sur
prise, of his declaration had unnerv
ed me. My employer deserved jus
tice and generous Judgment from
me, not such ingratitude as I had
just been guilty of in my thoughts.
I sighed remorsefuly as I reached
this conclusion. 1 did not know that
the sigh was audible until Hugh
Parker asked, as he held the coat for
me to put on:
"Are you tired. Miss Dart?"
"A little," I confessed. "Yet I
ought not to be, for since I have
been out at Hillcrest I have been
very lazy. It's a lovely spot In which
to rest isn't it?"
A Trifle Sclf-Evident
He ignored my question and an
swered the first half of my sentence.
"Work is not the most tiring
thing," he remarked. "An hour of
worry or uncertainty will weary
one more than many hours of con
genial work. At least, I have found
it so," he added quickly, as it to
prevent my thinking,that he had me
or my affairs in mind when he made
this statement.
"Oh, well," I laughed a little to
disarm any suspicions he might
have, "while that may be perfectly
true, yet out here where conditions
are ideal, one need not have wor
ries, I suppose, unless one looks for
them. And one would be very fool
ish to do that anywhere or at any
time."
I was conscious that I was talking
on the surface to keep from going
any deeper. I must not let him sus
pect the perturbation I was feeling
this evening.
He said no more, and as I went
out on the veranda again X felt that
I had not been as sincere in my
treatment of him as he had been
with me, and I had an uncomfort
able wonder if he suspected this fact.
I was disappointed in myself, as if I
had not been true to my best Im
pulses.
Still, I comforted myself a minute
later that Hugh Parker had not
doubted my sincerity. As Tom
brought the runabout to the front
steps and Jumped out of it the tutor
stepped forward and helped me into
the car, then threw over my knees
a light robe that Mr. Norton handed
him.
"Oh, I won't need that," I de
murred.
"It may be cool coming back,"
Mr. Norton reminded me. "You'd
better keep it."
"Yes," Mr. Parker echoed, jest
ingly, "it's better to be a bit too
warm than to get an unromantic
attack of rheumatism. Good night,
and a pleasant drive!"
As we drove away, I wondered if
he would be out on the veranda
when we returned. I hoped he
would.
(To Be Continued.
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Interesting Article
BY MRS. WILSON WOODROW
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By MRS. WILSON WOODROW
I am always overhearing inter
. esting bits of conversation, usually
t just enough to whet my curiosity;
, but once in a while the fragment
i is so complete that I can build a
. whole structure on it. It was in a
Fifth avenue 'bus yesterday that I
s heard a woman in the seat behind
[ me say to a man:
"She is so clever that I simply
can't understand her making such
a stupid blunder."
"That's it," replied the man.
"She's amazingly clever, and yet
she always says the wrong thing
. at the right time and does the
[ right thing at the wrong time."
I began at once mentally to build
[ up the lady of whom they skope.
She is evidently lacking in what is
known in English 47 as the "uni
. ties of time and place," and there
fore all her amazing cleverness im
mediately becomes as sounding brass
. and tinkling cymbals.
Of course, she could overcome
1 this handicap by making it a point
never to speak or act upon im
pulse, but that would be a slow and
difficult problem. There are some
happy souls, though, who are born
with an instinctive appreciation of
. the psychological moment. I had
, proof of this during the long season
when winter lingered so persistently
in the lap of spring.
It was one of those raw, gray days
when the calendar announces that It
is May and the thermometer denies
1 it. A group of disconsolate-looking
1 people, myself among them, were
huddled in a downtown local on the
subway, either staring moodily at
the floor or else gazing with lack
luster, cynical eyes at Mr. Shonts'
smug assurances of InterboYough al
truism.
Fourteenth street was passed and I
Astor place and Bleecker street. |
Spring street was of course, the next
stop. As we pulled out of each sta
tion the guard announced the next in
the conventional, unintelligible bark.
But now he stood a moment in the
car door, surveying with a twinkle
in his eye that dejected, droopy lot
of passengers. There could be no
question of his nationality. In a
clear, rich brogue with just a touch
of quizzical humor in It, he called.
"Spring is coming, people!"
It is an old joke, perhaps. But
all I know, it has been employed
again and again. But tts effect on
the passengers in that car was mag
j ical. We straightened up, smiled at
each other and at him, and became
more like normal New Yorkers, gay
and confident, and less like mourners
at a funeral.
It was a lightning change from
"pip" to "pep." Our cares were
lifted. And 1 for one went on to a
business interview I had been rather
dreading in such a serene good
humor that everything came my
way.
Solomon, of course, put my whole
argument in a nutshell centuries ago?
It is a little way he had.
"A word fitly spoken," he says,
"is like apples of gold in pictures
of silver." And if the word carries
a smile with it, that goes double.
Let me hasten to say, however,
that this is by no means written to
urge subway guards to devote them
selves to the study of Joe Miller, or
make a practice of punning on the
names of stations. It is hard enough
as it is for the traveler unversed in
Choctaw, without having bawled at
him: "Canal street! Change here for
the water wagon!" or "Rector! Last
stop for the lobsters!"
The dialect artists who now man
gle. "Watch your step!" are quite
sufficiency, as Sam Bernard used to
say; and certainly we used no more
airy spoofing than those salvos of
President Shonts—or should I say
"salves" —to which I have already
referred.
No, I hold no brief for the village
cut-up or the wayside comedian. If
1 want to laugh I'll pay my money
to hear Frank Tinney or see the
Sidney Drews. Life is sad enough
without the seasoning of amateur
humor.
So it is not this especial subway
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guard's wit, but his appreciation of
values, that I applaud. He should
go far. He showed not only indi
viduality and a sense of humor, but
discrimination. In a crowded car
during the rush hours, with every
[ one intent on getting to business,
his quip would probably have fallen
flat. It needed the smaller audi
ence of a more leisurely time of
day and just such a depressed and
moping bunch as we were to get a
laugh. He chose his psychological
moment, and snowed an unerring
sense of the time, the place and the
circumstances.
I know two men who have the
pathetic delusion that they are
being witty, when they are merely
impertinent. But one of them gets
away with it; the other doesn't. The
one who doesn't, doesn't because with
him it's a pose. The one who does,
does because, although stupid, he is
sincere. has no more harm in
him than a clumsy puppy gamboling
in the sunshine.
The truth is, that most men and
most women, no matter what they
may say or do, are sound at the
core —which is one reason why we
patiently endure so much front our 1
friends.
We all say things in anger, or in
advertence, or in the great Ameri
can desire to be funny, which are
wounding and offensive to others;
but there is an astonishingly small
number of these things that are
really meant.
"When you say that —smile!"
was the demand of Owen Wister's
Virginian when a particularly in
sulting epithet was applied to him.
In other words, signify that it was
meant as a jest.
Yet in a world with its nerves
more or less on edge, even smiles
must be used with caution. To many
persons Mrs. Grummidge would be
more tolerable at the breakfast
table than the gladsome Pollyanna.
A soft answer, too, must be given at
the psychological moment, or it is
far from certain to turn away wrath.
The editing of a country news-
The editor of a country news
paper told me once that, hearing of
thedeath of a prominent citizen, he
sent a reporter to get the facts of
the case.
the death of a prominent citizen, he
or two beyond the town limits. It was
a hot summer day, and the reporter
when he reached his destination sat
down on the cool porch with a sigh
of relief. A daughter of the house
came down to see him presently, and
he told her his errand.
"But it is a mistake," she cried,
shrinking back from him. "Father
is very low. but he is still living."
The reporter looked at the white
road shimmering in the heat; the
dust was a foot thick.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I hope I
haven't intruded. But if It would
be easier for you to give me the
facts later, I'll wait—that is, if it
won't take too long./
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