RETURN OF BREMERTON
By JoKn Ltnfdbt.
'( Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
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"I have always loved you, John."
b the lush grasses. It was the
-r prajrie country of Iowa, there
Digion of black earth and farm
B lands, the nation's dairy and the
center of her agricultural wealth.
tf Boys with pitchforks, farm
er hands seated above their harrows,
.guiding the draught horses,
glanced carelessly, aWhe speecling
train and turned to their work
once more. They were contented
with their lot. Such might havti
been Bremerton's. And he, who,
until two months before, had been
a man feared and respected inlthe
greatest part of America, a power
m Wall street, against whor
host had banded themselves
barely prevailed he found hi
self almost envying .these coi
trymen.
"It looks ljke my home coi
ty," he reflected, as he caugfct
sight of a distant range of loV
hills, blue in the haze of the after
noon. "And to think that I migr
have been living here, perhapf
with my few acres, happy, nevel
knovvmg or caring of anything
that lay behind these hills !
The train slowed, drew into the l
station, waited a few moments,
and then puffed out again. A man
I came into the carriage and stop
ped at Bremerton s side. The
financier looked up with a start
and unconcealed impatience.
"Excuse me, sir, but are you
John Bremerton?" asked the
other.
"Well?" Bremerton demanded
curtly.
"I was sure that I was on your
track-. I knew I had recognized
you. I want the inside story of
the failure of the Cornucopia
bank. I am a representative of
the Iowa Free-Soiler."
"Good Lord, man, that story
has been printed in every news
paper between here and Kingdom
Come' said Bremerton angrily.
"Don't you read the metropolitan
press out here?
-.,, KMm