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CHAPTER XV.
A Night of Fiascos.
SmJtJ* had seen nothing of Miss
Rtehlander during the day, partly
because there was a forenoon meet
ing of tliq High Line stockholders
called f&f the purpose of electing
him secretary and treasurer in fact
of the company, and partly because
the maj<M- portion of the afternoon
was speftt in conference with Wil
liams at the dam.
Returning from the dam site quite
late in the evening. Smith spent a
hard-working hour or more at his
desk in the Kinzie building offices;
and it was here that Starbuck found
him.
"What?" said the new secretary,
looking up from his work when
Starbuck's wiry figure loomed In the
doorway, "I thought you were once
more a family man. and had cut out
the night prowling."
Starbuck jacknifed himself com
fortably in a chair.
"I was. But the little girl's run
away gain; gone with her sister—
Maxwell's wife you know—to Denver
to get her teeth fixed; and I'm foot
loose. Been butting in a little on
your game, this evening. Just to be
doing. How's tricks with you, nqw?"
"We're strictly in the fight," de
clared Smith enthusiastically. "We
closed the deal to-day for the last
half-mile of the main ditch right of
way, which puts us up on the mesa
slope above the Escalante grant. If
they knock us out now, they'll have
to do it with dynamite."
"Yes," said the ex-cowman,
thoughtfully; "with dynamite." Then
"How is Williams getting along?"
"Pine! The water is crawling up
on him a little every night, but with :
no accidents, he'll be able to hold
the flood rise when it comes. The
only thing that worries me now is
the time limit."
"The time limit?" echoed Star
buck. "What's that?"
"It's the handicap we inherit from
the original company. Certain state
rights to the water were conveyed in
the old charter, on condition that
the project should be completed, or
at least be far enough along to turn
water into the ditches, by a given
date. This time limit, which carries
over from Timanyoni Ditch to Tim
anyoni High Line, expires next
week. We're petitioning for an ex
tension, but if we don't get it we
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up so that it will flow into the low
er level of ditches by next Thurs
day; that is, barring accidents."
"Yes; with no accidents," mused
Starbuck. "Can't get shut of the
'if' no way nor shape, can we? So
that's why the Stanton people have
been fighting so wolfishly for delay,
is it? John, this is a wicked, wicked
world." Then he switched abruptly.
"Where did you corral all those good
looks you took to the opera house
last night, John?"
Smith's laugh was strictly per
! functory.
"That was Miss Vera Richlander,
an old friend of mine from back
home. She is out here with her fath
er, and her father has gone up into
the Topaz country to buy him a
gold brick."
"Not in the Topaz," Starbuck
struck in loyally. "We don't make
the bricks up there—not the phony
kind. But let that go and tell me
something else. A while back, when
you were giving me a little song
and dance about the colonel's daugh
ter, you mentioned another woman
—though not by name, if you hap
pen to recollect. I was just wonder
ing if this Miss Rich-people, or
whatever her name is, might be the
other one."
Again the new secretary laughed
—this time without embarrassment.
"You've called the turn, Billy. She
is the other one."
"H'm; chasing you up?"
"Oh, no; it was just one of the
near-miracles. She didn't know I
was here, and I had no hint that she
was coming."
"All right; It's your roast; not
mine. But I'm going to pull one
chesnut out of the fire for you, even
if I do get my fingers burned. This
Miss Richfolks has had only one
day here in Brewster, but she's used
it in getting mighty chummy with
the Stantons. Does that figure asi
news to you?"
"It does," said Smith -simply; and
he added: "I don't understand It."
"Funny," remarked the ex-cow
man. "It didn't ball me up for more
than a minute or two. Stanton fixed
it someway—because he needed to.
Tell me something, John; could this
Miss Richgarden help Stanton out
in any way of his little schemes, if
she took a notion?"
Smith turned away and stared at
the blackened square of outer dark
ness lying beyond the office window.
"She could, Billy—but she won't,"
he answered.
"You can dig up your last dollar
and bet on that, can you?".
"Yes; I think I can."
"H'm; that's just what I was most
afraid of."
"Don't be an ass, Billy."
"I'm trying mighty hard not to
be, John, but sometimes the ears
will grow on the best of us—in spite
of the devil. What I mean Is this:
I saw you two when you came out
of (he Hophra dining room together
last night and I saw the look in that
girl's eyes. Do you know -what I
said to myself right then, John? I
said: 'Oh, you little girl out at the
Hillcrest ranch—good-by, you!' "
Smith's grin was half antagonistic.
"You are ah ass, Billy," he assert
ed. "I never was in love with Verda
Richlander, nor she with me."
"Speak for yourself and let it hang
there, John. You can't speak for the
woman — r no man ever can. What
"Stanton Fixed It Some Way."
I'm hoping now is that she doesn't
know anything about you that Stan
ton could make use of."
Again th High Line's new secre
tary turned to stare at the black
backgrounded window.
"You mean that she might hear
—of Miss Corona?" he suggested.
"You've roped it down at least,"
said the friendly enemy. "Stanton'll
tell her—he'll tell her anything and
everything that might make her turn
loose any little bit of information
she may have about you. As I said a
minute ago, I'm hoping she hasn't
got anything on you, John."
Smith was still facing the window
when he replied. "I'm sorry to have
to disappoint you, Sturbuck. What
Miss Richlander could do to me, if
she choose, would be good and
plenty."
The ex-cowboy mine owner drew a
long breath and felt for his tobacco
sack and rite paper.
"All of which opens up more talk
trails," he said thoughtfully. "Since
you wouldn't try to take care of
yourself, and since your neck hap
pens to be the most valuable assat
Timanyoni High Line -has, just at j
present, I've been hitting In, as 11
told you. Listen to my tale of woe,
if you haven't anything better to do.
Besides the Miss Rich-ranches epi
sode there are a couple of others.
Want to hear about 'em?"
Smith nodded. ,
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CHAPTER LIX.'
. Copright, 1917, International News
' Service.
The sense of being fettered stayed
" with me that evening. I was depress
ed, mentally and physically. And
nature's mood did not lessen the dis
t comfort.
As I have said, it had been a very
sultry Sunday. Toward sunset, there
were rumblings of distant thundrer,
but they offered no immediate re
' lief from the stifling heat.
, We were not a cheerful party at
' supper. Grace had begged to sit up
. later than usual, and the nursery
: was so warm she did not want to
. go to bod. She was allowed to take
_ I her simple supper of bread and
' milk at the table with the rest of us.
But sheate little. Her eyes were
' heavy and her face flushed. 1 asked
her if she did not feel well.
"Yes," she answered listlessly.
, "Only tired."
; Mrs. Gore regarded her anxiously.
! "I hope theheat is not making her
ill," she remarked.
When the chid went up to bed I
gave her a cool sponge bath, and re
mained in her room until she was
asleep. When I saw that she was
resting quietly, and that her face
and hands were no longer hot, I
left her, and sat on the veranda
with Mr. Norton and Mrs. Gore until
the latter announced that she was
going upstairs.
"I am unusually weary," she
sighed, "and I will be more com
fortable when I am undressed and
in my own room. The electricity in
the air makes me uneasy."
"That's only fancy, Adelaide," her
j brother-in-law declared. "If you did
not hear a little thunder, you would
never think of the electricity. It's an
old-fashioned, exploded theory that
yoii are fond of, and It would be
well to drop It."
"Perhaps you are right, Brew
ster," the woman said meekly. "But
I am going upstairs nevertheless."
"So am I!" I declared, rising. "I,
too, am tired. The heat is very en
ervating."
An Invitation
I would not remain alone with
Mr. Norton. Tom and Hugh had
gone off together somewhere, prob
ably down to the river for a swim.
I wanted to avoid any confidential
talk with my employer.
"Miss Dart," he proposed, as if
struck by a fortunate idea, "wouldn't
you like to take a little spin in the
runabout? It would cool you off.
Say the word, and I'll get the car
out."
Mrs. Gore paused in the doorway,
listening, I was sure, for my an
swer.
"Oh, no thank you," I replied. "I
do not feel like it this evening. I
appreciate the offer, just the same.
Goodnight."
Mrs. Goreheld out her hand to
me as I followed her into the house.
She had never before been the least
bit demonstrative with me. I knew
that my rejection of her brother-in
law's suggestion had gratified her,
although I scarcely realized why.
"I hope you will rest well, dear,"
she said kinaly.
"Thank you!" I rejoined, return
ing her hand pressure.
At the door of her room, she spoke
I again, diffidently, almost timidly, I
thought.
"You are a very wise girl. Miss
Dart. And your judgment is ex
cellent."
"You are kind to say so," / I
acknowledged with a smile, then I
went on upstairs.
What did she mean? I pondered
Did she fear my acceptance of Brew
ster Norton's attentions, and did my
refusal to drive with him just now
convince her that I did not care for
liiiu? Why should should she ob
ject to his marrying me? Did she
fear she would lose her home if I Sid
so—or was she jealous of her dead
sister's memory
I did not undress, but taking
off my gown, I put on a thin and
loose negligee and sat down by the
front window in thedark.
On the horizon the heat lightning
flashed frequently; the sounds of
thunder, perhaps a little louder
than before, were still far away. Un
less the wind got under those heap
ed-up clouds In thewest we would
scarcely have a shower to-night.
And if we did not the oppressive
heat would continue.
Every Movement Audible
In the intense quiet I could hear
every momevent in the house. Mr.
Norton came upstairs to his room
and shut his door. Evidently he
had no idea of taking an a,uto ride
alone. Ten minutes later I heard
Tom go toward the wing in which
he and Hugh Parker slept. Hugh
was with him, of course, but he
walked much more lightly than
Tom, and the boy's heavy foot
steps quite downed the tutor's light
er tread.
The door leading to the wing
closed. Then all was quiet again,
with the ominous and brooding still
ness of the country before the arrival
of a storm that has been a long time
coming.
Sitting by the window I rested
my head against the cushions on
my chairback, and closed my eyes.
I could notsleep, butmy thoughts
wandered off vaguely for awhile,
then, all at once, they centered with
a shock upon my conversation ot
this afternoon with my employer—
and I heard again all that he had
said and that I had answered.
I had promised to "try to prom
ise" to marry him.
What a foolish and Inconsequent
promise that had been! Yet he had
accepted it. He had even said that
he knew I was not the kind of girl
to break it.
A sense of suffocation almost
overwhelmed me. I sprang to my
and loSk at my watch on my
dressing table. Only a quarter be
fore. ten! The whole night was be
fore me. And I was sure I would
not be able to sleep.
My room was hot. All the mem
bers of the household were in bed
and slumbering by now. Down on
the veranda it would be cooler than
up here. I would steal down and
sit outside in the darkness until I
was cool and drowsy.
(To Be Continued.)
"A WORLD'S DEMOCRACY"
Ex-Congressman Arthur K. Rupley
will speak to-night in the Board of
Trade Building on "A World's Democ
racy," at a meeting of the Harrisburg
Democratic Association. Important
business will be transacted before the
address, and, as in former sessions,
an open discussion will be held on
how to aid the Government most dur
ing the war. President T. K. VanDyke
has sent a communication to all mem
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query, "Have you bought a Liberty
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Life's Problems
Are Discussed
By WILSON WOODROW
I am one of those uncomfortable
persons who can never see the end
of a play or read the finish of a
story without asking like the chil
dren: "What happened then?"
Some people—Cousin Maria, for
instance—can watch a movie with
absorbing interest down to the last
fading view of the hero and hero
ine clasped in each other's arms,
and then pinning on their hats-gn
away in a touching and contented
faith that those two sorely tried
souls "lived happy ever afterward."
But when one is cursed with the
gift of imagination, and has, more
over, some experience with the re
current difficulties and troubles of
life, one's placid acceptance of that
final seen® is apt to be punched as
full of holes as the little flash of
unpictured film—that Swiss cheese
effect—which actually ends the
reel.
Thackeray, who was bothered in
the same way, says plaintively: "Is
it fair to suppose that two people
after that age—the hero is seldom
more than thirty-and the heroine
in consequence some seven or eight
years younger—have nothing worthy
of note in their lives and cease to
exist as they drive away from St.
George's, Hanover Square? Some
there be among the novel-reading
classes—old, experienced folks
who know better than this. Some
there be who have been married and
found that they have still something
to see and to do and to suffer may
hap; and that adventures and pains
and pleasures and taxes and sunrises
and settings and the business and
joys and griefs of life go on after
as before the nuptial ceremony."
The truth of the matter is that
for every novel, or play, or narra
tive poem that was ever written,
there must be a sequel; for life it
self is merely a succession of
sequels. There is always a "hold
over," to use a literary shop-term,
something for a busy, little imagi
nation to concern itself over, and to
question what happened next.
Take the story of the Prodigal
Son, for example. Technically
speaking, it is a classic, flawless,
complete. One detail added or left
out would spoil the entire effect.
The picture which it leaves upon
my mind is rich and colorful- a
scene of Oriental rejoicing, with
all the friends and neighbors gatb
ered in to a lavish feast, and the
old, gray-bearded father smiling
happily upon hfs recovered boy as
he fondly keeps repeating: "This
is my son which was dead and is
alive attain, which was lost and
is found."
And then that inquisitive spirit
of mine intrudes with its persistent
question: "But what happened
then?" and X go to imagining the
next day when the feast was over,
and the guests gone, and the ordi
nary routine of the household was
resumed.
For the sake of an easier under
standing, let us throw the scene and
the characters into a present-day
setting. Say, it is about lunch-time
on the day after. Naturally, there is
cold, sliced veal on the table, the
remains of the fatted calf roasted
the night before. The Prodigal comes
JUNE 14, 1917.
dawdling in leisurely, having just
arisen.
"Let him sleep late this morn
ing," his father had said. "He is
tired out from his long journey."
Elder brother, fresh from the
fields, is already in his place, and
| eyes the advent of the idler with
I obvious disfavor. The father, how
! ever, strives to maintain tlfe atmos
phere of joyous welcome.
"Well, Buster," he observes—
I am sure that the Prodigal's boy
ish nickname was 'Buster,' or the
Arabic equivalent for it—"Well,
'Buster,' now that you are back with
us again, what are you planning to
do?" ,
The boy, glowing with affection
ate gratitude, throws up his head.
"I am going to make a man of
myself, dad," he says, at which his
father beams; but Elder Brother
pauses long enough in bolting his
food to indulge in a sarcastic
"Ha-ha!"
"I'll show you!" Buster flings
back at him furiously. "Just you
give me a hoe. and turn me loose
on that potato patch."
A week 'passes. The Prodigal's
first enthusiastic zeal for the potato
patch fades as his hands blister
and his soft muscles ache under the
unaccustomed toil. His former lazy,
vagabond life looms pleasant to him
in retrospect, and la?lng aside the
hoe he drops down in a corner of
the field to rest and dream awhile
upon his past experiences.
Presently Elder Brother, alert and
industrious, comes and catches him
there.
"Ah!" ho exclaims, triumphantly.
"Soldiering, are you? So this is a
sample of all your fine resolutions?
You know that father was particu
larly anxious to have this patch
hoed to-day; yet here you are, loaf
ing on the Job. I should think in
common decency you'd try to make
some kind of a showing after all
we've done for you."
The Prodigal feels himself at a
disadvantage. He is delinquent in
a degree, and pride prevents him
from confessing to this merciless
critic that it is for physical reasons.
Instead, in the effort to defend him
self, he responds to his brother's
taunts in kind.
"After all you've done for me,"
he sneers. "A precious lot, isn't it?
What have any of you done that's
so great, I'd like to know?"
"Why, you ungrateful hound, you
came back here half-starved and
without a shirt to your back, and
didn't we kill the fatted calf for
you, and—"
"Yes; and I've had that fatted
calf so much since that I almost
bleat when I talk. I've had it
roasted and warmed over and sliced
cold and made into stews and hash
es; and, besides, I've had the very
story dinged into my ears so that I
never want to see. or hear, or think
of veal again.
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right by me, he'd have given me
some money and let me start in busi
ness for myself. He knows that I've
had experience with pigs. But no;
he makes me a hired hand under
you, and wants me to slave here at
a Job I don't like for my mere board
and keep. Thank you all for noth
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old day."
And in his petulant anger he flings
himself off again to renew his wan
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The Elder Brother goes back to
the house to report his departure.
"I knew about how it would be all
the time," he says with scarcely sub-i
dued satisfaction. "He is absolutely
lacking In gratitude. He doesn't ap
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have done for him."
And the old father, bowing his
head into his hands, sadly voices
' Lear's lament: "How sharper than a
serpent's tooth it is to have a thank
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Yet that wasn't it at all. The
Prodigal was fully conscious of the
benefits which had been conferred
upon him. Left to himself, he
1 would have labored until his back
broke and his hands were raw to
repay full measure and running over.
But like a good many others of us
he could not bear to be taunted with
his obligation.
We all of us rejoice in the op
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action. We all are pained and of
fended when . the recipient fails to
show what we consider a proper
appreciation of our efforts. It is
only human nature to give such a
person a "piece of one's mind,"
when the opportunity offers to re
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done for him.
Yet nothing so quickly rouses
resentment, or wipes out the warm
glow of gratitude which that per
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another a liar and the other will
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with you. But taunt him with bene
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forgive you, but will invariably seek
to belittle the obligation he is under.
It's a wise thing to keep to your
self the list of your benefactions.
"He gives twice who gives quick
ly," is an old . saying; but it could
profitably be amended to read: "And 1
he gives best, who gives and never
refers to it again."
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