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THE HERO PART
By Florence L. Henderson A haughty, statuesque girl mot Lane Griscom at the door of the Bev erly home on the occasion'jQf the first visit to that domicile. "Miss Beverly?" he inquired re spectfully. "Yes, what is your business?" came incisive as the challenge of some official censor. "I wish to see Mr. Beverly. I have important business with him." "My father is not in a condition to receive visitors." The same iafiexibil lips. "Pardon me, but I am Lane Gris com and I have come " ' Miss Marcia Beverly drew herself up haughtily. A bitter expression crossed her face. Young Griscom felt its contemptuous reproach. "Yes," she spoke between set, cold lips, "you had, perhaps, belter see him. I hope it is to restore to him the money of which your father robbed him." Lane Griscom turned pale. He trembled, but faced the cruel, un just charge without a quiver. "Madam," he said icily, "my father is dead. Spare his memory. He was a just, honest man. That is why I am here to make reparation, if it is in my power." She led him into the house, paused at a closed door, stood aside, mo tioned that h might enter, her lips curved in fine scorn. This had happened: John Beverly had been stricken down in his prime, a helpless invalid on the eve of his failure in business. All was swept away from him except his' home, which was in the name of his daugh ter, Marcia. That, too, he would have turned over to his creditors, but Marcia had resisted in her hard, de termined way. In a distant city the father of Lane Griscom had suffered a like wreck, of business.. .The blow had killed him. When his estate was set tled up Lane had found a claim' of $5,000 borrowed money, due to the unfortunate John Beverly. Now the son entered the room in which John Beverly sat in an inva lid's chair. Wan despair was in the aged face, but his eye lit up with a glad, sudden light "I know you," spoke Mr. Beverly, eagerly. "You are the son of my "I Know You." dear old friend, William Griscom. I would know you anywhere from the resemblance. Poor, dear friend and you his son! Welcome, welcome, in deed!" "I bring you poor news," said Lane sadly. "My father's estate has bare ly paid the secured claims. 'The ex ecutor refused to admit yours' with the preferred ones. The only hope for 'the future is the favorable set tlement of a suit again the Union Steel company, and they may litigate that for years."