fHE FULTOU COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURQ, PA.
FPANCIS LYNDE
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the Hhhiii Male ti urltli'H. hi Hie pival
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w In cu.sli. Ht Knell iibiuirii the h'-llu
Julie n u deckhand. I'lini tutu I'linihurn
f WahiiAk. Minn., who had bi-imi hltn
rnah (iullinuth'a cluck III tlie lianlt. ri-c-i:nl-s
him, mill nuntla a letter of bo.
lrnvu.1 in i iall.niilh iinnny monly. lirls-
old la urri'Med nt St. Luuta, but nrui'
from IiIh i.ii.luii lie d-cldi-a on Wu
hank. M I int., an u hiding placi', nnd
takea th train, II falls III un the sleetr
ltd la cur'U for and taken to tier home In
(thaaka by .M.irRery liririson. ilauKhier
rf Jawper lillerHi.n, the llnanrlal niaijliate
f VVulmska. Margery IIihIk the BU'lin
winnev In Orlawold'a auilraae. Hruflln.
Viwtlva, takea the trail. Margery ak
her father lo get Edward Itaymer Itilo
fiiimiiiil hut water and then help him out
f It. Itrtnwolil reeovera to llnd the stolen
Binney gun. He furilla it frlelliUhlp Willi
Hnyin.-r. the Iron nianulai tuier. Itrofiln
omen to Wahoxka, In aeari h of tile woln
ii who wrote the um.nyrnuu letter to
alhri,lth. Mnricery takea tirNwuld to
t aafeiy deposit vault and turns tho
uilen money over lo him. Charlotte hliifT
out Urnftln and Margery lgln to watch
him. (JrlHWolil puta hi money In Itay
itier'a plant nnd eoniineiu-ea to rewrite his
book, liilnwohl In not sure that Charlotte
"i a not reroitnU.-d hmi. He ii,-h .Mar
ery und Charlntte 111 ino,e: for i In
character In hi hook an, I ieaH the
mariu, i.pt to tliern. Uroilln spies on
Margery, who throws linn off tlio I ent
"girding Orl.nvold.
CHAPTER XX Continued.
"And that was when you began to
uspoct?" queried KuymtT.
"That was when the suspicion he
an to torture me. I fought It; oh.
you don't know how hard I fought It!
There be was. lying sick and helpless:
utterly unable to do a thing or Bay a
word In his own defense; and yet, If
he were the robber, of course, we
hould have to give him up. It was
terrible!"
"I should say so," was Raynier's
ympathetic comment. "How did you
let It straightened out, at last?"
"It hann't been altogether straight
ened out until Just lately within the
past few days," she went on gravely.
"After lie began to get well, I made
him talk to me about himself, you
kti'w. There didn't seem to be any
thing to conceal. At different times
he told me all about his home, ami bis
mother, whom he barely remembers,
and the big-hearted, open-handed fa
ther who made money so easily In his
profession he was the Criswold. the
great architect, you know that he
gave It to anybody who wanted It
but I suppose he has told you all this?"
"No; at least, not very much of It '
Mlsa Grierson went on smoothly,
falling sympathetically Into the reiul
iscent vein.
, "Kenneth went to college without
ever having known what It is to lack
anything in reason that money could
kuy. A little while after he was gradu
ated his father died."
"Leaving Kenneth poor, 1 suppose;
he nas Intimated as much to me, once
or twice," said Raymer.
"Leaving him awfully poor. He
wanted to learn to write, and for a
long rime he stayed on In New York,
living just any old way, and having a
dreadfully hard time of It, I Imagine,
though he would never say much
bout that part of It. That Is why he
thinks he Is a socialist. At last I felt
that I Just must know, at whatever
cost. One day when we were driving,
1 brought him here and and intro
duced him to Mr. Galbralth. I was so
oared that I could taste it but I did
it!"
Raymer lauched. "Of course noth
ing came of it?"
"Nothing at all. And then, right out
of a clear sky, came anot! r proof that
was even more convincing. Do you
happen to know who the young woman
was who discovered the bank robber
on the steamboat?"
"I? How should I know?"
"I didn't know but she had told you,"
was the demure rejoinder. "It was
Charlotte Farnham."
"What!" ejaculated Raymer. Hut
he was not more deeply moved than
whs the man behind tho window cur
tains. If lirollln's dead cigar had not
been already reduced to shapeless in
utility. Miss Grlerson's cool announce
ment, carrying with it the assurance
that his secret was no secret, would
have settled it.
"It's so," she was adding calmly. "I
found out. How do I know? Ilecause
her father bought the draft at poppa's
batik, and lu the course of time It
tame back with the liayou State Se
curity's dated paying stamp on It. See
bow easy it was!"
Kaymer's laugh was not altogether
mirthful.
"You are a witch." he said. "Is
there anything you don't know?"
"Not very many things that I really
Deed to know." was the mildly boast
ful retort. "But you see, now, bow
foolish my suspicions were."
Raymer nodded. Though he would
not have admitted it under torture, the
entire matter figured somewhat as a
mountain constructed out of a rather
mall molehill to a man for whom the
ubtleties lay In a region unexplored.
He wondered that the clear-minded
little "social climber," as his sister
called her, had ever bothered her
nimble brain about such an abstruse
avnd far-fetched question of Identities.
"You said, a few minutes ago, that
Criswold calls himself a socialist. That
FISH ALMOST A CLEAR WHITE
ttamirkable Specimens of Albino
Trout That Ar Of Exhibition
In Nw York Aquarium.
Among the Interesting exhibits t
tht New York aquarium la a collection
of albino trout These creatures,
which ar all of clear r.-eam white.
Including their fins, with no color
about them except that of tbelr char
acteristic bright ruby-red eyes, are
tost striking ana curious la appear-
Isn't quite the word. lie is a sociolo
gist." Miss Grierson Ignored the nice lis
Unction in names.
"Socialism goes with being poor,
doesn't it?" she remarked. "Since Mr.
Grlswold's ship has come in, 1 suppose
he finds it eatler, and pleasanter, to
be a theoretical leveler than a practi
cal one."
"That Is another thing I have never
been quite able to understand," said
the Iron founder. "You say his father
li ft him poor; where did he get his
money
"Why, don't you know ?" was the In
nocent query. And then, with a pretty
affectation of embarrassment, real or
perfectly simulated: "If he hasn't told
you, I mustu't"
"Of course, I don't want to pry
said Raymer, loyal again.
"I can give you a hint, and that Is
all. Don't you remember 'My Lady
Jezebel,' the unsigned novel that made
such a hit last summer?'
"Why, bless goodness, yes! Did he
write that?"
"He has never admit! J It In so
many words. Hut I'll divide a little
secret with you. He has aeen reading
bits of his new book to me, and pshaw !
a blind person could tell! I asked him
once If he could guess how much the
author of 'My Lady Jezebel' had been
paid, and he said, with the most per
fectly transparent carelessness: 'Oh,
about a hundred thousand. I suppose
"Tally!" said Raymer, laughing.
"Criswold Imis put an even ninety thou
sand into my little egg ba;ket out at
the plant, liut, of course you knew
that, everybody in Wahaska knows it
by this time.
.Miss Grierson did not reply, and for
a little while they were both silent.
Then Raymer said:
"I wonder if McMurtry doesn't think
I've dropped out on him. I guess I'd
belter go and see. Don't wait any
longer on my motions, unless you want
to, Miss Margery."
When Raymer had gone, the oppor
tunity which Rrotlin had so lately
craved was his. Miss Grierson was
left alone on the big veranda, and he
hud only to step out and confront her
Instead, he got up quietly and went
back through the lobby with his head
down and his hands in his pockets,
and the surviving bit of the dead cigar
disappeared between his strong teeth
and became a cud of chagrin. There
had been a goal In sight, but Miss
Grierson had beat him to It
And the winner of the small handi
cap? With a deep breath-drawing that
was almost a sob. Miss Grierson sprang
up, stole a swift confirming glance at
the empty chair behind the window
hangings, and crossed the veranda to
Etand with one arm around a support
ing pillar. And since the battle was
fought and won, and the friendly pil
lar gave Its stay and shelter, the vel
vety eyes tilled suddeuly and the ripe
red lips were trembling like the lips of
a frightened child.
CHAPTER XXI.
All That a Man Hath.
For four entire days after Margery
Grierson had driven home the nail of
tho elemental verities in her frank
criticism of the new book, and Char
lotte Karnham had clinched It, Wa
haska's public places saw nothing of
Criswold; and Mrs. Hulcomb. mother
ly soul, was driven to expostulate
scoldingly with her second-floor front
who waB pushing the pen feverishly
from dawn to the small hours, and
evidently in the kindly widow's
phrase burning the candle at both
ends and lu the middle.
Out of this candle-burning frenzy
the toiler emerged In the afternoon of
the fifth day, a little pallid and tremu
lous from the overstrain, but with a
thick packet of fresh manuscript to
bulge In his pocket when he made his
way, blinking at the unwonted sunlight
of out-of-doors, to the great house at
the lake's edge.
.Margery was waiting for him when
he rang the bell; be guessed it grate
fully, and she confirmed It.
"Of course," she said, with the be
witching little grimace which could be
made to mean so much or so little.
"Isn't this your afternoon? Why
shouldn't I be waiting for you?" Then,
with a swiftly sympathetic glance for
tho pale face and the tired eyes:
"You've been overworking again. Let's
sit out here on the porch where we
can have what little air there Is. There
must be a storm brewing; It's posi
tively breathless in the house."
Criswold was glad enough to ac
quiesce; glad and restfully happy and
mildly intoxicated with her beauty and
the loving rudeness with which she
pushed him into the easiest of the
great lounging chairs and took the
sheaf of manuscript away from him.
declaring that Bhe meant to read It
herself.
When It wai over; and he could not
tell whether the Interval should be
measured by minutes or hours; the re
turn to the realities the hot after
noon, the tree-shaded veranda, the lake
dimpling like a sheet of molten metal
under the sun glare was almost pain
ful. ai ce, an exchange says.
In Its natural coloring the lake trout
shows on Ita upper body white or
grayish Bpots on a brown background.
On the large albino lake trout the
spots can be discerned, appearing a
very faint -tpots of the same color, but
of a different weave In a woven fabric.
These spots show so 'alntly that the;
would never be noticed by one un
familiar with this species and Its mark
ings. To the casual eye these lUbes
present bodies of solid unbroken
I white.
"It Is wonderful simply wonder
ful!" he said, drawing a deep breath;
and then, with a flush of honest confu
sion to drive away tho work pallor:
"Of course, you know 1 don't mean the
story; I meant your reading of It
Hasn't anyone ever told you that you
have tho making of a great actress in
you, Margery, girl?"
"No"
She was smiling across at him,
level-eyed. "Let me pass It back to
you, dear boy," she said. "You have
the making of a great novelist In
you. It may take years and years,
and and I'm afraid you'll always
have to be helped; but If you
can only got the right kind of
help. . . ." She looked away, out
across the lake where a fitful breeze
was turning the molten-metal dimples
into laughing wavelets. Then, with
one of her sudden topic-wrcnchlngs:
"Speaking of help, reminds me. Why
didn't you tell me you had gone Into
the foundry business with Edward
Raymer?"
"Ilecause It didn't occur to me that
you would care to know, I guess," ho
answered unsuspectingly. "As a mat
ter of fact, I hud almost forgotten It
myself."
"Mr. Raymer didn't ask you for
help?"
"No; it was my own offer."
"Hut he did tell you that be was In
trouble?"
"Y-yes," hesitantly.
"What kind of trouble was it. Ken
neth? 1 have the best right In the
world to know."
Criswold straightened himself In his
chair and thj work-weariness became
a tiling of the past.
"You can't have a rlfsM to know
anything that will distress you."
' Foolish!" she chided. "You may a,
well tell me. Mr. Raymer had bor
rowed money at imppa's bank. What j
was the matter? Did he have to pay
It back nil at once?"
There seemed to be no further open
ing for evasion. "Yes: I think that
was the way of It," he answered.
Criswold expected something in the
nature of an oul burst. What he got
was a transfixing glance of the pas
sionate sort, quick with open-eyed ad
miration.
"And you Just tossed your money In
to the breach as if you bad millions of
it, and by now you've almost forgotten
that you did It!" she exclaimed. "Ken
neth, dear, there are times when you
are so heavenly good that I can hardly
believe It. Are there any more men
like you over on your side of the
world?"
At another time he might have
smiled at the boyish frankness of the
question. Hut it was a better motive
than the analyst's that prompted hi
answer.
'Plenty of them, Margery, girl; too
many for tho good of the race. You
mustn't try' to make a hero out of me
Once In a w hile I get a glimpse of the
real Kenneth Griswold you are glv
ing me one Just now and It's sicken-
ng. For a moment I was meanly
Jealous; Jealous of Raymer. It was
only the writing part of me, I hope,
but"
lie stopped because she had sudden
ly turnea ner back on him and was
looking out over the lake again. When
she spoke, she said: "See! The breeze
Is freshening out on the water. You
are fagged and tired and needing a
bracer. Let's go and do a turn on the
lake In the Clytle."
From where he was sitting Griswold
could see the trim little catboat. re-
plendent In polished brass and ma
hogany, riding at its buoy beyond the
lawn landing-stage. He cared little
for the, water, but the Invitation point
ed to a delightful prolongation of the
basking process which bad come to be
one of the chief luxuries of the Mere-
side afternoons.
At the landing stage Criswold made
himself useful, paying out the sea Hue
of the movable mooring buoy and haul
ing on the shore line until tho hand-
"I've Got Him!" H Cried.
some little craft lay at their feet.
Strictly under orders he made sail on
the little ship, and when the captain
had taken her place at the tiller he
shoved off; and when the hclmswoman
had laid the course up the lake, Gris
wold, pipe filled and lighted, pillowed
his head In bis clasped hands and a
great contentment, flowing Into all the
interstices and leveling all the Inequal
ities, lapped him In Its soothing flood.
He was still half-dozing when he was
made to realize Hint the murmuring
rush of water under the catboat's fore-
foot bad changed Into a series of re-1
The lake trout Is a handsome fish
and these albino trout are perfect
specimens without a blemish. Tbey
appear not as freaks, but simply as
graceful and beautiful white fishes.
To display them to greater advantage
by contrast the larger albino trout are
shown In a tank of brook trout.
Delicious Wild Strawberry.
Speaking of the beautiful-flowered,
toothsome-fruited wild strawberry,
Izaak Walton, tbe patient fisherman, is
aid to have declared' "Doubtless
sounding thumps; that the wind was
rising, and that the summer afternoon
sky bad become suddenly overcast
The pretty tiller muidon was pushing
the helm down with her foot and liuul
Ing In briskly on the sheet when be
sat up.
"What's this we're coining to?" be
asked, thinking less of the changed
weather conditions than of the charm'
Ing picture she made In action.
"Weather," she said shortly. "Look
behind you."
He looked and saw a huge storm
cloud rising out of the northwest and
spreading like a great gray dust cur
tain from horizon to zenith.
"There's a good bunch of wind In
that cloud," he said, springing to help
his companion with the slatting main
sail. "Hadn't we better He up under
tho Island and let It blow over?"
"No," she snapped. "We'll have to
reef, and be quick about it. Help me!"
He helped with tho reefing, and the
great mainsail had been successfully
reduced to its smallest area and hoist
ed home again before the trees on the
western shore began to bow and churn
In the precursor blasts of the coming
storm.
"It will hit us In less thnn a min
ute; how about weathering that
Island?" he asked.
"We've got to weather It," was the
instant decision; "we can't go around."
Then, the catboat still hanging In the
wind's eye: "Help me get her over."
"Hadn't you better let her fall off a
little more and run for It?" he sug
gested, and he had to shout It Into the
pink ear nearest to him to make him
self heard above the roaring of the
wind and the crashing plunges of the
boat.
She shook her head and made an im
patient little gesture with her elbow
toward the storm-lnHhed raceway over
the bows. Griswold winked the spray
out of his eyes and looked. At first
he saw nothing but the wild waste of
whltecaps, but at the next attempt he
made out the hotel steam launch, half
way to the entrance of tho southern
bay and a little to leeward of the Cly
tle's course. The small steamer was
evidently no seaboat, and with more
courage than seamanship, Its steers
man was driving straight for the Inn
bay without regard for the direction of
the wind and the seas.
"That's Ole Halverson!" cried the
tiller maiden with scorn in her voice,
"He thinks because he happens to
have a steam engine he needn't look to
see which way the wind is blowing.
"She's pitching pretty badly," Gris
wold called back. "If he only had
sense enough to ease off a little
. . ." Suddenly ho became aware of
the finer heroism of his companion. He
knew now why she hnd refused to take
shelter under the lee of the island
and why she was holding the catboat
down to the edge of peril to keep the
windward advantage of the laboring
steamer. "Margery, girl, you're a
darling!" he shouted. "Take all the
chances you want to and I'm with you,
If we go to the bottom!"
She nodded - complete Intelligence
and took In another Inch of the strain
ing main sheet.
Criswold looked again, this time
over the catboat's counter, and saw a
big schooner, close reefed, hauling out
from a little bay on the north shore.
The launch's plight had evidently Im
pressed others with the necessity of
doing something. The need was suf
ficiently urgent. Once again the Swed
ish man of machinery In charge of the
craft In peril was Inching his helm up
In a vain endeavor to hold the course,
and the little steamer was rolling al
most funnel under. Griswold forgot
his companion was a woman and
swore rabidly.
"Look at the fool!" he yelled. "He's
trying to come about! It he gets Into
the trough"
The thing was done almost as be
spoke. A wilder squall than any of the
preceding ones caught the upper works
of the launch and heeled her spitefully.
At the critical instant the steersman
lost his head and spun the wheel, and
It was all over. With a heaving plunge
and a muffled explosion the launch
was gone.
Once again Griswold was given to
see the Btuff Margery Crlerson was
made of In the finer warp and woof of
her.
"That's for us," she said calmly;
and then: "Help me get another Inch
or two on this sheet. We don't want
to let those people on the Osprcy dc
all the heroic things."
Together they held tho catboat down
to its work, sending It ripping through
the crested waves and fighting sturdi
ly for every foot of the precious wind
ward advantage. None the less, it was
the big schooner, thrashing down the
wind with every square- yard of its
reefed canvas drawing, which was first
at the scene of disaster. Through the
rain and spume they could see the
schooner's crew picking up the ship
wrecked passengers, who were cling
ing to lifebelts, broken bulkheads and
anything that would float. So swiftly
was the rescue effected that the res
cuer had luffed and filled and was tear
ing on its way down the lake again
when the close-hauled Clytle came up
with the first of the floating wreck
age. The tiller maidens dark eyes
were shining again, but this time their
brightness was of tears.
'Oh, boy, boy!" she cried, with a
little heartbroken catch In her voice;
'some of them must have gone down
with her! Can you believe that the
Osprey got them all?" And then, with
the sweet Hps trembljng: "I did my
best, Kenneth; my very best and it
wasn't good enough!"
She was putting the catboat up into
the wind, and Griswold stumbled for
ward to get the broader outlook. Sud
denly be called back to her.
"Port port your helm hard! There's
a man in a lifebelt he's lust out of
Ood could have made a better berry,
but doubtless he never did." And
those who have tasted the wild straw
berry will agree that cultivation has
added nothing to Its flavor, however
It may have increased- the size Tbe
duke of Gloucester, who became Rich
ard II, had weakness for the wild
strawberry. It Is said that In 1483, as
certain great lords were sitting In
council arranging for bis coronation,
the duke came in and, "saluting cour
teously, said to tbe bishop of Ely:
'My lord, you have verie good straw-
reach. Hold her there steady
steady!" He had thrown himself flat,
face down, on the half-deck forward
and was clutching at something In the
heaving seas. "I've got him I" he
cried, and a moment later he was work
ing bis way aft, holding the man's face
out of water.
It asked for their united strength
to get the gray-haired, heavy-bodied
victim of the capsize over the Clytle's
rail. Tbey bad to bring tbe lifebelt
too; the old man's fingers were sunk
Into it with a dying grip that could not
be broken. At first Griswold was too
much preoccupied and shocked to rec
ognize the drawn face with its hard
lined mouth and long upper Hp. When
he did recognize It the gripping fear
was at his heart the fear that makes
a cruel cowurd of the bunted thing in
all nature.
What might have hnppened If he had
been alone; if Margery, taking her
place at the tiller and busying herself
swiftly In getting the catboat under
way again, had not been looking on;
he dared not think. And that other
frightful thought he put away, fighting
against It madly as a condemned man
might push the cup of hemlock from
his Hps. Forcibly breaking the drowned
one's hold upon the lifebelt, he fell to
work energetically, resorting to the
first aid expedlents'for the reviving of
the drowned as ho had learned, them
in his boyhood. Once, only, he flung a
word over his shoulder at Margery as
he fought for the old man's life. "Make
for the nearest landing where we can
get a doctorl" he commanded; and
then, in a passion of gratitude: "O
Cod, I thank thee that I am not a mur
derer! he's comHig back! He's
breathing again!"
A little later he was able to leave off
the first-aid arm-pumplngs and chest-
pressings; to straighten the limp and
sprawling limbs, and to dive Into the
cuddy cabin, under Margery's direc
tions, for blankets and rugs. Wben all
was done that could be done, and he
had propped tho blanket-swathed body
with the cushions so that the crash
and plunge of the pitching catboat
would be minimized for the sufferer,
he went aft to sit beside the helms
woman, who was getting the final
wave-leap of speed out of the little
vessel.
"He is alive?" she asked.
"Yes; and that is about all that can
be said. He Isn't drowned; but he Is
old, and the shock has gone pretty
near to snapping the thread."
"Of course, you remember him?" sin
said, looking away across tho leaping
waters.
Griswold, with his heart on fire with
generous emotions, felt the cold hand
gripping him again.
"Ho Is the old gentleman you Intro
duced me to at the Inn the other day:
Galbralth; is that the name?"
"Yes." she rejoined, still looking
away; "that Is the name." e
Griswold fell silent for the time; but
a little later, when the catboat was
rushing In long plunges through the
entrance to the Wuhaskan arm of the
lake, ho said: "You are going to take
him to Mereslde?"
"Yes. He is a friend of poppa's.
And, anyway, it's the nearest place,
and you said there was no time to
lose."
Griswold helped the bearers lift the
blanketed figure out of the Clytle's
cockpit, and while he was doing It,
the steel-gray eyes of the rescued one
opened slowly to fix a stony gaze upon
the face of the man who was bending
over him. What the thin Hps were
muttering Griswold heard, and so did
one other. "So it's you, is It, ye mur
dering blue-eyed deevll?" And then:
"Eh, man, man, but I'm sick!"
Griswold walked with Margery at
the tall of the little procession as it
wound its way up tho path to the great
house.
"You heard what he said?" be in
quired craftily.
"Yes; he Is out of his bead, and no
wonder," she said soberly. Then:
"You must go home and change at
once; you are drenched to the skin.
Don't wait to come in. I'll take care
of your manuscript."
CHAPTER XXII.
The Valley of Dry Bones.
The cyclonic summer storm had
blown Itself out, and the clouds were
beginning to break away in the west,
when Griswold. obeying Margery's
urging to go home and change bis
clothes, turned his back upon Mereslde
and his face toward a future of thick
ening doubts and unnerving possibili
ties. Griswold had not deceived himself,
nor had he allowed Margery's apparent
convlncement to deceive him. The
old man's mind had not been wander
ing in the eye-opening moment of con
sciousness regained. On the contrary,
what he had failed to do under ordi
nary and conventional conditions had
become instantly possible when the
plunge into the dark shadow had
brushed away all the artificial bocloud
Ings of the memory page. What action
he would take vvhen he should recover
was as easy to prefigure as It was, for
the present at least, a matter negligi
ble. The dismaying thing was that the
broad earth seemed too narrow to hide
in; that invention Itself became the
clumsiest of blunderers when It was
given the simple task of losing a sin
gle Individual among tbe millions of
unrelated human atoms
Thus the threat of the perl) which
might be called the physical. But be
yond this there was another, and, for
a man of temperament, a still more
ominous foreshadowing of evil to
come. Of some subtle, deep-sealed
change In himself he had long bean
conscious. Again and again it had
manifested itself in those moments of
craven fear and ruthless, murderous
berries In your garden at Holbonne;
1 require you to let me have a mess
of them."
Stage Humor Has Changed,
Stage humor today isn't quite as
outlandish as it used to be fifteen or
twenty years ago. Charles 11. Iloyt
once wanted a certain type of come
dian and, hearing of a team called
Coyne and McGee playing in an up
stairs theater on Third avenue, went
to see them. The Coyne was Jo
Coyne, now a great favorlto both her
promptings, wben kindliness, grati
tude, love, all the humanizing motives,
had turned suddenly to frenzle
hatred, and the primitive savage bad
leaped up, fiercely raging with the
blood-lust.
For a long time after be had reached
bis room, and bad had his bath an
change, GrUwold sat at bis wrltln
table with bis head in his hands, think
ing in monotonous circles.
Tbe tiny chiming clock In his dress
ing case in the adjoining bedroom had
tinkled forth its 10 tapping hammer
strokes when bo heard voices In tb
lower hall, and then a man's footsteps
on the stair. To a hard-pressed breaker
of tbe traditions at such a moment
an unannounced visitor, coming up in
the dark, could mean but one thing.
Griswold silently opened a drawer In
the writing table -and groped for the
mate to the quick-firing pistol which
after the change of wet clothing, he
bad put aside to dry.
The visitor came heavily upstairs,
and Criswold, swinging his chair to
face the open door, saw the shadowy
milking of the man as be camo
through the upper hall. When the
bulk filled tbe doorway It was covered
by the pistol held low, and Grlswold's
finger was pressing the trigger.
"Asleep, old man?" said the Intruder
In Raynier's well-known voice
There was a sound like a gasping
sob, and another as of a drawer clos
ing softly. Then GrUwold said: "No;
I'm not asleep. Come in. Shall I
light the gas?"
"Not for me," returned the oed
time visitor, entering and groping for
the chair at the desk-end, Into which
when be had placed It, he dropped
wenrlly "I want to smoke," be went
on. ' Have you got a cigar no. not
When the Bulk Filled the Doorway II
Was Covered by the Pistcl
the pipe; I want something that 1 can
chew on
A cigar was found, In the drawer
which hnd so lately furnished the wea
pon, and by the flare of the match In
Raynier's fingers Griswold saw a face
haggard with anxiety.
"What is the aiatter. Edward?" be
asked.
"A mix-up with the labor unions. It's
been brewing for some little time, but
I didn't want to worry you with it
I'nless we announce a flat Increase of
20 per cent In wages to-morrow morn
ing, and declare for the closed shop,
the men will go out on us at noon.
I've seen It coming
If the god of mischance had chosen
the moment It could not have been
more opportune for the fire-lighting of
malevolence. Grlswold's swing-chair
righted Itself with a click.
"We'll see them In hell, first, Ray'
mer! The ungrateful beggars are
merely proving that It Isn't in human
nature to meet Justice and fairness and
generous liberality half way. If they
want a fight, give It to them. Hit
first and hit hard; that's the way to
do. Shut up the plant and make It a
lockout.
"I was afraid you might say some
thing like that in the first heat of It,
said the young ironmaster. It s a
stout fighting word, and I guess, under
the skin, you'ro a stout fighting man,
Kenneth which I'm not. Where are
your convictions about the man-to-
mnn obligations? We've got to lake
them into the account, haven't we?"
"Damn the convictions!" snapped
Griswold viciously. "If I've been giv
ing you the Impression that I'm an lm
pratlcable theorist, forget It. These
fellows want a fight: I say give them
a fight all they want of It and a lit
tle more for good measure."
Raymer did not reply at once. This
latest Griswold waB puzzling him, and
with the puzzlement there went sor
rowful regret; the regret that has
been the recanter's portion in all the
ages. When he spoke it was out of
the heart of common sense and san
ity. "I know how you feel about It. I
don't dare to pull down a fight which
may not only shut us up for an In
definite time, but might even go far
enough to smash us "
Criswold took his turn of silence,
rocking gently in the tilting chair.
When the delayed rejoinder came, the
harshness had gone out of his voice,
but there was a cynical hardness to
take its place.
"It's your affair; not mine," he said.
"If you've made up your mind not to
fight, of course, that settles it. Now
we can come down to the causes.
You've been stabbed In the back. Do
you know who's doing it?"
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
and in London. McGee began telling
Coyne about a chance be had to make
a lot of money. "All I need Is a stake,"
said McGee. "That's easy," replied
Covne. With that he took a piece ot
beef from bis pocket, stuck It on his
cane and broiled It over the gas foot
lights. New York Letter to tbe Pitts
burgh Dispatch.
Lightning Rod Indorsed.
The United States government has
vindicated the llghtokig tod by rigid
testa.
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LIFTS FIRE OUT OF HOUSE
Autolst Rescuer Also Saves Dinntr
Trom Blazing Stove in New
Jersey Town.
A. R. Gerber, a local clothing met
chant, wus the hero at a lire to wnicb
he was called as he was patmnt
through Hartford In his auloraooile ot
bis way home from I'hiladelion
Y bun a woman ran from her bow
and yelled that her kitchen was ot
fire Gerber didn't need any second
alarm. Slamming on the emergent';
brake, he Jumped from his macnint
botore it was stopped and found tie
gusollno stove abla.e.
Calmly moving some furniture oir.
of bis way and taking the woman i
dinner from the stove so It would not
be ruined, he pulled the blazing ston
right out the hack door and lauded K
where it could do no further damage
except to itself. Mount Holly t.N. J
DiKputcti Philadelphia Record.
Reason Enough,
"Been on your vacation yet?"
"No, the people next door hareo'i
returned from thelr's yet."
"Well, what In the world does that
have to do with it?"
"Oh, nothing much, only they bor
rowed our trunk before they started
and sent for our golf sticks and tei
nls rackets afterward."
Ominous.
"My son's bought an auto and he's
got a garage."
"Good gracious! Who's the grudp
against?"
v Not Yet.
Mrs. Talky So the turkey trot U
out of favor now.
Mr. llored I wish the hen gnbbl
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