THE OLD APPLE TREE
By Cecille Langdon.
"I'll get-even with him if it
takes twenty years I'll have it out
with Mark Dawson !"'
The owner of "Hillside Farm,
spoke the words vengefully. His
fist was clenched, his face dis
torted, and youth, prosperity and
the possession of broad fruitful
Mark's Face Showed Anxiety.
acres seemed to have no force to
subdue his angry mood.
"If I may make a suggestion, "
observed his insinuating compan
ion, Lawyer Dole, "I don't think
I'd make my life miserable over a
trifle. Why, what more do you
want than what you've got, Tom
Lacey? The favored heir of old
Peter Babson married to the
handsomest girlin-the district "
'Bah!" shouted the other rage
fully. "What is she or the money
to me against the only girl I ever
loved? I tell you, Dole, I was
robbed of Leila Dallas. When
that handsome wife of mine, as
you call her, gets in her tantrums,
and I realize what I've lost, it
about sets me wild. Here Daw
son has settled down right under
my nose, fairly flaunting his sue--cess
in winning Leila."
"I reckon it was the only place
he had to settle down in, Lacey.
The girl liked him best and nat
urally married him. They're as
poor as church mice. That ought
to be some satisfaction to you. It
was a fair deal, the love end of it.
As to the business end, you got
the bulk of what your uncle left.
Be happy over it and smother
"I'll drive the Dawsons out of
the neighborhood before I do!"
muttered Lacey darkly.
For a young man with fairly
growing prospects in life, Tom
Lacy was in an unthankful and
dangerous mood. He had nursed
his one grievance till it began to
tinge everything he did with
somber arfd tragic gloom. He and
Mark were cousins. They had
both courted pretty Leila Dallas.
Certainly the little lady had giv
en Tom no cause to suppose she
favored him. When she married
the man of her choice, however,
Tom felt bitterly wronged. He
refused to even notice the happy
pair. Then in a bit of pique he
went off and married a flashy, ig
norant, but really handsome
woman, flaunted her fine clothes
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