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THE YALE EXPOSITOR, THURSDAY, MAY I, J9I3. Dim ff ' Autior.c'THE F20NEER.. J DGMjXrWIN SYNOPSIS. KIM Cannon, th lionania Vine. fd hl flrtUKhter, Him wh had ra-''1 "P Mr. Coi nHiu.4 Rynn' !all at Shu KranrlHoo to ccdinp itiy iu-r fallier, arrive at Antelope. onilnli'k ltv-ti cully mi his mother to btc a hall liiN'intloii fr liis wife, and la rfiiM'J Th ((nermlneil otl lady refuses (o reKtiii hor ilaunliter-ln-law. Vm-Inli-k I'.iul li-n trapped Into ti liiarrtitiie Kith Hernire Ieison, a teiiOK! aplier. vi il yoiir.4 li'-t aenlor. 8h sijuiiinlera his money, t'-y tiv fienuent ouarrela, anil h ali;)H nHy Ciinion anil his 1auiliir are Mti.iwmi In tit AnUiop. I iijiiitttk'k I'.van la rcMetu-il from storm In uneon trinui condition and hroiiKlit to Antelop hotel. Ant.'lop" Is cut olT lv stoi in. Kose t'aiitvui nurses I trti ril.-k brick to life. Two weeks lit-!- r..'t t.lve discovers in a p.ip.'r a here htitinand la and writes letter tr!ri4 1 1 Miiooih over di f tli u 1 1 le between them. T intuit. U at lust U alile to Join fallow sn iiwlon rid prisoners In hotel par lor. II-" l-K.es ieiijp-r o'T talli of Unford, at) actor After three werKa, end of Im pi isnmifiit M h'tMi. Tiii mat i is and mall arrlv.- I i.ni" Li; ef l.;tr I'mni wife. Tells P, w.' J i-tii't love !;v, and never did. S:oi ililin i; d people hein to depart. lto.se m.d Dot ;..;e; eiiil'Mi'M, father sees lliein noct deni.i::d.4 an ex plaint lion. Uo.se's brother Ceno t7iad- manager of ranch, and is to et I' if he HtayA oier a yuar. t'atinon ex pr's.s- a.vinputhv for Point ideU'a fiosKjoo la talk with IIuxh. ' 1 onil liek return home. 'H.-rny exerta herself to p'."is. Ir.rti. hot he M Indlfl'erent. Tan ion cdlis on Mis. Uyati. They dl.scnaa Dom ini, k's m.n ri irf difticultlea. and Cannon Miiesla tnivti'tf off Merny. IKunlnlch coea to park en Sunday with l'.erny ami faintly. n"CH Miss Cannon, how a to her and at irta uiriejsine.s In Utiny. CHAPTER XIII. (Continued.) Yet. to Heray, this hectic prospect looked gray; all color seemed sucked from it. It appeared pale and alien, its comfortable intimacy pone. She was Ilka a stranger walking In a straits place, a forlorn, remote land, where she felt miserable and home sick. 1 he sense of being dazed was passlu? from her. Walking forward with short, careful steps, she was plowly comii.'s to the meaning of ber discovery mijusting herself to it, realizing ita slnificanct1. She bad an uncomfortable sensation of not being abl to control the muscles round her mouth, so tbit if spoken to she would have bad diltlculty in answering, and wo'ihl h;iV3 been quite unable to pmile. Au open nrriage passed her, and she drew ashie. then mechanically looked aflor it. as it rolled forward. Titer? wan a 6ingle figure in it a woman. Herny could see her head over the lowered hood, and the little para sol she held, white with a black lace cover and having a joint in the handle. Her eyea followed this receding head, moving so evenly against the back ground of trees. It soared along with out sitikins or rising, with the even, forward flight of a bird, passed Han nah and Joah and Hazel, turning to drop on them quick looks, which seemel, from its elevated position and the shortness of the inspection, to have something of disdain in them. As the carriage drew near Dominick, who walked at the head of the line with Pearl by the hand, Hernj saw the head move, lean forward, and then, as the vehicle overhauled and passed lh young man, turn at right angles and bow to him. The wheel almost brushed hta shoulder. He drew back from it with a start and lifted bis hat. Hazel, wboiwaa walking Just In front af Berny, turned and projecting her llpa so that they stood out from her face In a red circle, hissed through them: "Old Lady Ryan!" and then In a llightiy louder key: "You take hatchet and I'll lake a saw, Aiid we'll cut off the head of my iuother-ln-law." CHAPTER XIII. The Root of All Evil. Ttv conversation w llh her old friend had upset Mra. Hyan. These were ItrlevanoeH Bhe did not lalk of to all the world, and the luxury of such plain speaking was paid for by a re awakened smart. The numb ache of a sorrow was always with her, but her ronsciouanesa of It was dulled In the il version of every day's occupations. Bringing It to the surface thia way gave it a new vitality, and when the conversation was over and the visitor gone It refused to subside Into Its old place. She went alowly up stairs, hearing the low murmur of voices from the sitting-room where Cornelia and Jack Duffy were itUl secluded. Even the thought of that satisfactorily-budding romance did not cheer her ai It had done earlier In the day. As she had told Cannon, she was not the woman she had been. Old age was coming on ber and wltll It a softening of her Iron nature. She wanted her son, ber Ben jamin, dearly beloved with all the foroes of ber maturity as his father had been' with all the glow of her youth. In her own room she threw aside the lace curtains, snd looking out on the splendor of the afternoon, deter mined to Keek cheer In the open air. IJke all Californlans sbe bad a be lief In the healing beneficence of air and sunlight As the sun had soothed Beroy of hoc sense of care so now It wooed her enemy also to seek solace In Its balm. She rang for the serv ant and ordered the carriage. A few minutes later, clad In rich enshrouding black, she nlowly made her way down stairs and out to the sidewalk where MENSOHDREN rrrGLKALDiNt DONNER Copyright ISWTiB0BDS-MtK3LL CO. the victoria, glittering In the trim perfection of Its appointments and drawn by a pair of well matched chest nuts, 6tood at the curb. The man ou the box touched his hat with respeful greeting and the Chinese butler, who had accompanied her down the steps, arranged the rug over her knees and stepped back with the friendly "good b:'," which Is the politeness of bis rare. They respected, feared and liked her. Every domestic who had ever worked in IKlla Ryan's service from the flj-st "hired girl" of her early Shasta days to the staff that now knew the rigors of ber dominion, had found her a Just and generous" if exacting mistrofes. She had never been unfair, tin; had never been unkind. She was one of themselves and she krew how to manage them, how to make then understand that she was master, and that no diCTnes were per mitted in her hive; how to make Ihem feel that she had a heart that sympa thized with them, not as creatures of an alien class remotely removed from her own, but as fellow beings, having the same passions, griefs and hopes as herself. As the carriage rolled forward she fettled back against the cushioned seat and let her eyes roam over the prospect. It was the heart of the aft ernoon, still untouched by chill, not a breath stirring. Passing up the long drive which leads to the park, the dust raised by wheels hung ruddy In the air. The long shadows of trees striped the roadway in an Irregular black pat tern, picked out with spatterlngs of sunshin?, like a spilled, gold liquid. Belts of fragrance, the breaths of flowering shrubs, extended from bushy coppices, and somet lines the keen, acrid odor of the eucalyptus rose on the air. From this lane of entrance the park spread fan like Into a still, gracious pleasance. The rich, golden light slept on level stretches of turf and thick mound-shaped groups of trees. The throb of Music the thin, ethereal music of out-of-doors swelled and sank; the voices of chil dren rose dear and fine from compli cated distances, and once the raucous cry of a peacock split the quietness, seeming to break through the pictorial serenity cf the lovely, d earay scene. Mrs. Ryan sat without movement, her face set In a sphinx-like profundity of expression. People In passing car riages bowed to her but Bhe did not see them and their salutes went uure turned. Her vision was bent back on scenes of her past so far removed from what made up the present, so different and remote from her life to day, that It did not seem as If the same perspective ct lid include two such extremes. She was thinking this as the car riage swept Into the wider reach of the drive near the band stand. Though Vie music was still throbbing on the air, people were already leaving. Mrs. Ryan let her uninterested glance touch the hatted heads of the women and then move forward to the man who headed the column. He held by the hand a pretty, fair-haired child, who, leaning out from his restraining grasp, walked a little before him, looking back laughingly Into his face. Mrs. Ryan's eyes, alighting on his back, be came suddenly charged with a fierce fixity of attention. The carriage over hauled him and before he looked up she leaned forward and saw his profile, The Talk Lasted an Hour. the brow' marked by a frown, the child's gay prattle causing no respon sive smile to break the brooding grav ity that held his features. As he felt the vibration of the wheel at his shoulder be started aside and looked up. When he recognised his mother his face reddened, and, with a quick smile, he lifted his hat. Her returning salute was serious, almost tragically somber. Then the victoria swept on, and be &nd the child, neither for a moment apeaklng, looked after the bonneted head that soared away before them with a level, forward vi bration, like a floating bird, the little parasol held stiffly erect on Us Jointed handle. As Mrs. Ryan pissed. down the long park entrance she thought no more of the past. The sight of her son. head ; will ing the file of his wire's relations. Bis face set In an expression of heavy de jection, scattered her dreams of retro spect with a shattering Impact. The old woman's face was dark with passion, her pale lips set into a tight line. Money! Money might make trouble and bring disappoint ment, but It would talk to those peo ple. Money was all they were after. Well, they could have It! She let three days go by before she made the move she had determined on ten minutes after she had passed Dom inick. The Wednesday morning fol lowing that Sunday she put on her outdoor things and, dispensing with the carriage, went down town on the car to see Bill Cannon. The Bonanza King's office was on the first floor of a building owned by himself on one of the finest Montgom ery street corners. With her approach heralded by a rustling of rich stuffs and a subdued panting, she entered the office. She did not waste time beating about the bush. Their talk lasted nearly an hour. Before the In terview ended they had threshed out every aspect of the matter under dis cussion. There would be no loose ends or slighted details In any piece of work which engaged the attention of this bold and energetic pairof con spirators. Two days after this momentous com bination of h. r enemies, Berny was sitting in the parlor of her flat, writing a Utter. It was three o'clock In the afternoon and she hnd Just dressed herself for her dally Jaunt down town. She did not hear a foot ascending the stairs, till a tap on the door-post of the room made her turn and ejacu late a startled "Come in!" The door that led from the parlor to the hall had been removed, and a bamboo por tiere hung lu the opening. A large masculine hand thrust apart the hang ing strands, and Bill Cannon, hat in hand, confident and yet apologetic, eu tered the room. She looked at him Inquiringly with something of wariness and distrust in her face. She remembered him to be a friend of the Ryans', and she had arrived at the stage when any friend of the Ry ans' waB an enemy of hers. She looked at the old man guardedly,, ready for an attack and bracing herself to meet It. 'You'll pardon this Intrusion, won't you?" he said in a deep, friendly voice. She looked up at him and made a slight inclination of her head as she had seen actresses do on the stage. "Won't you sit down, Mr. Cannon?" she added. "Now, let me make my apologies for coming. In the first place, I'm an old man. We've got a few privileges to compensate us for the loss of so much that's good. Don't you think that's fair, Mrs. Ryan?" Berny liked him. There was aotn thing so easy and affable In his man ner, something that made her feel he would never censure her for her rast. or, In fact, think about It at all. "I'm sure I'm very glad you came," she said politely; "any friend of Dom inlck's is welcome here." "Will you let me speak frankly, Mrs. Ryan?" "Yes." said Berny. "Co right ahead." "Mrs. Ryan will make you a rich woman, Independent of any one, the money yours to do with as you like, If you'll consent to the few condi tions she exacts." "What are they?" "That you will leave your husband for a year and at the end of that time ask him to give you your lib erty, he suing you for divorce on the ground of desertion." "It's a bribe," she said slowly, "a bribe to leave my husband." "Oh. I wouldn't Bay that," he an swered with a deprecating shrug. "Call It ' a deal, a settlement. The terms are easy and favorable. You'll not find one of them unjust or unfair. You're to leave the city, going prefer ably to Chicago or New York, and staying there for the period of deser tion. Seven thousand dollars will be set aside fof your expenses. At the end of the year you are to write to Dominick telling hlra you no longer want to live with him and asking him to give you your freedom. After the divorce is granted the sum of fifty thousand dollars will be handed over to you. the one condition being that you will leave the country and go to Kurope. It Is understood, of course, that the matter's to be kept a secret from Dominick. He must think that you are acting entirely from your own free will. He mustn't guess his mother's had any part In it."' Berny lifted her head and looked at him. The color was now burning In her cheeks and her eyes seemed to hold all the vitality of her rigid face. "You tell Mrs. Ryan." she said slow ly, "that I'll He dead In my coffin be fore I'll take her money and leave my husband." "Well, I'm a patient man, and ev erything comes to him who waits." 8h looked over her shoulder with a slight' acid smile. "Not everything," she said. "So long." he answered, giving his hat a farewell wave at her. "I've em Joyed meeting you and hope well soon meet again In a more friendly way. Hasta Manana, Senorat" She wheeled so that she faced him and gave a short nod, then watched him as he walked to the door. Here he turned, bowed deeply and respect fully, and parsed out Into the hall, the bamboo strands of the portiere clash ing together behind him. A' moment later she heard the bang of the street door. f Her two predominant sensations were rage and triumph. It deepened her detestation of the Ryans, and at the same time gave her a sense of intimacy with them. And It showed her her power. Standing In the mid dle of the room with her eyes still staring at the now motionless portiere strands, she saw, stretching away Into a limitless gilded distance, her nego tiations with her husband's family. If their desire to rupture the marriage took them thus far, where might It not take them? It was not the Ryans alone who wanted to buy her off. It was the Cannons as well. They not only want ed Dominick to get rid of her; they wanted him to get rid of her so that he could marry Rose Cannon. The other girl was behind it all, accounted for the participation of the Bonanza King, accounted probably for the whole move the pink and white girl In the French clothes who had all her life had everything and now wanted Berny Iverson's husband. CHAPTER XIV. The Moonlight Night A few nights after this, there was a full moon. Dominick, walking home from the bank, saw It at the end of the street's vista, a large, yellowish pink disk floating up Into the twilight The evening was warm, like the early summer in other climates; and Dom inick. walking slowly and watching the great yellow sphere deepening In color as it swam majestically upward, thought of evenings like this In the past when he had been full of the joy of life and had gone forth In the spirit of love and adventure. The determination to accept his fate which had been with him on his re turn from Antelope had of late been shaken by stirrings of rebellion. Up lifted by the thought of his love for a woman hopelessly removed from him, but who would always be a lode star to worship reverently and to guide him up difficult paths, he had been able to face his domestic trag edy with the high resolution of the martyr. But this exalted condition was hard to maintain In the friction of daily life with Berny. To-night, the period of 111 humor seemed over. Berny was not only once again her animated self, she was al most feverishly garrulous. Fearful of angering her, or, still worse, of arousing her suspicions, Dominick bore her talk with all the "I'll Lie Dead in My Coffin fortitude he bad, but he rose from the table with every nerve tingling, rasped and galled to the limit of endurance. He did not come Into the den Im mediately but roamed about. Into the parlor, down the passage, and Into bis own room. "Aren't you coming Into the den?" she called, as she heard him pacing steadily along the passageway. "No," he called back. "The moon light's shining In at every window. It makes me restless. I dont feel like sitting still." She sat on the divan, a paper spread before her face, but her eyes were slanted sldewlse, unblinking In the ab sorption of her attention. . Suddenly aba) heard a rattling sound which she knew to be from the canes and um brellas In the bat-rack. She) cast away the paper, and, drawing herself to the edge of the divan, peered down the passage. Dominick was standing by the bat-rack, his hat on the back of his head, his hand feeling among the canes. "You've got your hat on." she called In a high key of surprise.' "You're not going out?" "Yes, I am," be answered, drawing out the cane he wanted. "It's a floe night, and I'm going for a walk," Outside, Dbmlnlck walked slowly, keeping to the smaller and less fre quented streets. It was a wonderful night, as still as though the moon had liv ' . exerted some mesmeric Influence upon the earth. He walked on, skirting the hollow, and moving forward through streets where old houses brooded In over grown gardens. That part of California Street which crested the hill was but a few blocks beyond him, and before his mind would acknowledge It, his feet had borne him that way. He thought only to pass the Cannou house, to look at its windows, and see their lights. As It rose before him, a huge, pale mass checkered with shadows, the longing to see It the outer shell that hid his heart's desire passed into a keener, concentrated agitation that seemed to press out from his soul like a cry to her. The porch yawned black behind pil lars that In the daytime were painted wood and now looked like temple col umns wrought In marble. Domlnlck's glance, sweeping the lines of yel lowed windows, finally rested on this cavern of shadow, and he approached stealthily, as a robber might, his body close to the Iron fence. Almost be fore his eyes bad told him, he knew that a woman was Btandlng there, leaning against the balustrade that stretched between the columns. A climbing rose spread In a mottling of darkness, over the wall beside her. Here and there It was starred with the small white faces of blossoms. As the young man drew near she leaned over the balustrade, plucked one of the blossoms, and. slowly shredding the leaves from the stem, stretched out her hand and let them fall, like a languid shower of sliver drops, to the grass. She bent over the balustrade to look at them, and in doing so, her eyes encountered the man below. For a moment they looked at each other without 'speaking, then she said, her voice at the lowest note that would reach him: "What are you doing there?" "Watching you." "Have you been standing there long?" "No, only a few minutes. Why are you pulling the roses to pieces?" She gave a little laugh and said something that sounded like "I don't Before I'll Take Her Money." know," and moved back from the balustrade. He thought she was going and clutched the iron spikes of the fenoe, calling up to her In a voice of urgent feeling, curiously out of keeping with the words, the first remark that came Into his head: "This is very different from Ante lope. Isn't it?" "Yes," she said gravely, "we had no moonlight there, nothing but storms and gray clouds. "Well, I must go In. The rosea are all picked and pa pall be wondering where I am." It seemed to Dominick Just then that be could not lose her. She must stay a moment longer. Urgency that was Imploring was la his voloe as he said: "Don't go! don't got 8tay Just one moment longer! Cant yon come down and talk for a minuter She listened, wavered, and waa won over. Without answer she turned from the shadow of the porch Into the light on the top of the steps, and from there slowly descended, her skirt gathered In one hand, and, the other touching the baluster. "I've wanted so to see you. I came by to-night hoping that perhaps I could catch a glimpse of your shadow on the curtain. I dldnt expect any thing like this." He stopped, looking at her, and not listening lo th few worr?4 of her an swer, "I think -I wanted you so that my will called you rut," he said In an im passioned whisper. She said nothing and suddenly his hand sought hers, clasped It tight on the head of the lion, and he whispered again: "Ob, Rose, If I could see you now and then only for a moment like this." He felt her hand, small and cold, crush softly Inside his, and almost Im mediately was conscious of her effort to withdraw It. He Instantly loosened his Angers, let hers slide from bis grasp, and drew back. "Good night," she said hurriedly, and without looking at him turned and went up the steps. It was a great morning for Cornelia. She was engaged. Two evenings be fore, Jack Duffy, who had been hover ing round the subject for a month, poised above it, as a hawk above de lighted prey, had at last descended and Cornelia's anxieties were at an end. The wind was not yet out In force; Its full, 6teady sweep would not be inaugurated till early In the afternoon. It came now In gusts which fell upon Cornelia from the back and accelerat ed her forward progress, throwing out on either side of her a flapping sail of skirt. If was after midday when she found herself approaching that particular block, along the edge of which the flower-venders place their baskets and display their wares. The boys and men. seeing that the brilliant lady was In a generous mood, collected about her, shouting out the excellences of their particular blossoms. Cornelia, amused and somewhat be wildered, looked at the faces ahd bought recklessly. "Well. Cornelia, are you trying to corner the curb-stone market?" She wheeled swiftly and saw her brother. "Dominick!" she exclaimed, "you're just the person 1 want to see. I was going to write to you. I've got lots to tell you." "Come along then and take lunch with me. I was on my way up to Bert rand's when I saw you. They'll give us a good lunch there and you can tell me all your secrets." They walked up the street toward Bertrand's. a Freuch restaurant which for years had enjoyed the esteem of the city's gourmets. In the restaurant they found a va cant table In a corner, and Cornelia had to bottle up her good news while Dominick pondered over the bill of fare. She was Impatient and drummed ou the table with her fingers, while her eyes roamed about the room. The order given and the first stages of lunch appearing, Cornelia could at last claim her brother's full attention. "I told you how awfully anxious I was to see you, and how I was going to write to you, didn't I?" Her brother looked up and his eye was caught by her roslly-blushlng cheeks. "Dear me, Cornle," he said with a look of slowly-dawning comprehen sion, "It really isn't It really can't be' " "And why can't it be?" looking very much hurt. "What's there so queer about that?" "Nothing, only I meant that I hadn't heard any rumors about It. Is It that?" "Yes, It Is. Dominick Ryan, and I don't see why you should be so sur prised." "Surprised! I'm more than sur prised. I'm delighted haven't been so pleased for years. Who is it?" "Jack Duffy." "Oh, Cornle, that's the best yet! That's great! It's splendid. I wish I could kiss you, but I can't here In the open restaurant. Why didn't you tell me somewhere where we would be alone? I'd Just like to give you a good hug." Cornelia leaned across the table and spoke with low-toned, almost tremu lous earnestness: "You know that If It were I, I'd ask your wife. You know that all the hard feelings I may once have had against her have gone. If it were for me to say, I'd have received ber from the start. What I've always said Is, 'What's the good of keeping up these fights? No one gets anything by them. They don't do any one any good.' But you know mommer. The first thing she said when we talked about the bouse wedding, and I said you'd give me away, was, 'If he'll come without hie wife.'" - There were tears In ber eyes and Dominick saw them and looked down at his plate. "All right." he said quietly. "Ill come. When Is it to ber "June," said the prospective bride, once more beginning to blush and beam, "early In June. The roses are so fine then, and we can' have the house so beautifully decorated." With a scraping of chair legs, they rose and, threading their way among the now crowded tables, passed out Into the wind swept streets. Here they separated, Cornelia, with her armful of wilting flowers, going home, and Dominick back to the bank. Two hours later, while he was still bending over his books, in the hashed seclusion of the closed building. Bill Cannon was talking to Berny In the parlor of the Sacramento Street flat This Interview was neither so long, and (on Berny's part) did not show the self-restraint which had marked the first one. The offer of one hun dred thousand dollars which the old msn made her was refused with more scorn and less courtesy then had been displayed Id her manner on the former occasion. (TO BS COMTXNVEXX) j THEY SIDESTEP FOR M0T0R3 Filipinos Heed the Signal and Give the "Devil Machine" Plenty of Road. j Manila may now be said to be up-to-the-minute In things metropolitan. The latest adjunct to Its activities calling attention to progress In this direction was the recent appearance upon the streets of a motor car washed in mud and powdered with fine dust of va rious grades of colors produced be tween here and Bagulo. It had made a new record between the summer capital and Manila. 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