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TUESDAY, Rtafcft 19, 1907.
From Saturday's Dally.
Sheep dip at Sargent's.
J. N. Peden of Florls was in the
city yesterday on business.
A guaranteed lice powder for poul
try. Swenson's, corner Court and Main.
Mrs. G. H. Barton of Hedrick was
in the city yesterday on business.
Get wall paper at Mynard's. Large
stock to select from.
'4 Sheriff W. W. Jaokson left this aft
ernxxn for Dudley on business.
Kendall's spavin cure. Sargent's.
Dr. D. T. Rambo of Chillicothe, was
in the city today on business.
Mrs. Li. Ryerson of Klrkville, was
in the city today on business.
Morris Williams and daughter Ha
zel left this morning for Douds-Leando
on a business visit.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles S. Sedley of
jEldon spent yesterday wit'a friends, in
Ithe city.
Kitchell's liniment. Sargent's.
l,, Ellis Andrews of Batavia spent yes
terday in the city visiting relatives
and friends.
Little Miss Cecil Reed of 537 South
Davis street returned from a visit to
Winfleld last evening.
Room mouldings can be had at Myn
ard's.
Mrs. C. S. Miner of Eldon return
ed home after visiting a week at the
home of her mother, Mrs. S. E. Long,
of 536 South Davis street.
A guaranteed lice powder for poul
try. Swenson's, corner Court and Main.
Mrs. W. M. Sayles of Drakesville,
returned home this morning after a
visit with her son, L. E. Sayles of 411
Church street.
A wliolesome cream of tartar
baking powder* Makes the finest}
lightest, best flavored biscuit, hot
breads, cake and pastry.
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LOCAL NEWS ITEMS
Spring blood medicines. Sargent'*.
Mrs. O. Haney of 889 West Fourth
street, left this morning for Keoaau
qua to visit with relatives for & few
days.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Stevens of 716
West Second street, left last evening
for Highland Center to visit with Mrs.
Stevens' brother, C. Dennis.
Mrs. C. B. Streeby of 261 North
tMcLean street, reutrned home this
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morning from Cliffland after a visit
with her brother. James Houdyshell.
Miss Marfa Stewart of Douds-Lean
do, is in the city visiting with Miss
Miss Bessie Elerlck of 401 North Ben
ton street.
King's hoof ointment Sargent's.
Mrs. D. B. Hermaan Of Sigourney,
i* in the city visiting her mother,
Mrs. C. Leibfarth of 218 East Main
street.
A guaranteed lice powder for poul
try. Swenson's, corner Court and Main.
Mr. and Mrs. E J. Williams of Birm
ingham, are visiting atv the home of
Mr.and Mrs. R. B. Burns, residing
northeast of the city.
Mr. and Mrs. C. G. Lock of Bidwell,
who have been visiting with Mrs.
Lock's sister, Mrs. Anton Johnson of
1011 East Fourth street, returned home
this morning,
Conkey's rupe cure. Sargent's.
W. R. Daum of Ottumwa was in the
city yesterday looking after business
matters. A. D. Guyle of Ot
tumwa, arrived in the city yesterday
for a visit with his parents, Mr. and
Mrs. E. G. Guyle of 517 West Washing
ton street.—The Centerville Citizen.
From Monday's Daily.
Lee's lice killer. Sargent's.
John F. Webber left this morning
for Fairfield on a short business trip.
W. W. Dyer left tMs afternoon for
Fairfield on a business trip.
Mrs. M. S. Torrence of Mystic, who
has been visiting with friends in this
city, returned home this morning.
A guaranteed lice powder for poul
try. Swenson's, corner Court and Main.
John McNiel, assistant secretary of
the Y. M. C. A., spent Sunday at. his
home in Batavia.
Rewie Johnson and Gladys DeLong
of Eddyville and D. R. Kelly of Albia
are in the city today on business.
Mrs. T. Lancey of 258 North Mc
Lean street, spent Sunday with rela
tives in Kirkville.
A guaranteed lice powder for poul
try. Swenson's, corner Court and Main.
N. L. Calhoun of Birmingham was
In the city today on business. Mr. Cal
houn will leave tomorrow for Excelsior
Springs, Mo., for a three weeks' visit.
Mrs. Anna Pangborn, 106 North
Ward street, left Saturday evening for
Salt Lake, Utah, to visit her daughter,
Mrs. Harley McHan.
Lambert's death to lice. Sargent's.
10 Per Cent Discount at Donelan's
Opening day, Thursday, March 21.
All departments excepting domestics.
Everybody should take advantage of
this remarkably liberal offer.
PIONEER DIES.
Mrs. Harriet Bryan of Agency Passes
Away.
Agency, March 16—(Special)—Mrs.
Harriet Bryan, aged 80 years, died this
morning at 7:30 o'clock at her resi
dence on North College street, after a
short 'illness, the Immediate cause of
death being heart trouble. She is sur
vived by seven children, four sons and
three daughters: John of Planking
ton, S. D. George, of St. Joseph, Mo.
Charles of Pocatello, Idaho Harry of
Salt Lake City, Utah Mrs. William
Shank of Superior, Neb. Mrs. William
Reynolds and Miss Clara Bryan of
Agency. Arrangements for the funeral
have not been made, but it is probable
that it will take place Monday after
noon, providing absent members of the
family arrive. George Bryan was
present when Mrs. Bryan died.
Funeral of Mrs. Dunn.
Bentonsport, March 16.—The funeral
of Mrs. Elizabeth Dunn was held at
this place Friday afternoon at 2
o'clock. Mrs. Dunn was a resident of
this place for many years, but for the
past few years has resided with her
daughter, Mrs. Sarah Lyon, of Des
Moines, at whose home she departed
this life at an advanced age.
At the school election on Monday Al
bert Patterson was elected school di
rector for the coming year.
Ira Esta Downing, who has been
attending the State Normal at Cedar
Falls, returned to her home here Wed
nesday.
Mrs. Craig of Davenport visited her
mother, Mrs. Batchelor, here this week.
There has been great excitement
here »n aceojint of mad dogs. Some
time ago ». stray dog came into town,
and seemed to cause a disturbance*
among the dog population of the town
He was thought to act queer and was
shot last Wednesday. A. W. Peters
lost a valuable dog that without doubt
was "mad." Several dogs known to
have been bitten by the same dog have
been killed and other tied and muzzled
Mr. and Mrs. William Stemple left
here for Fort Madison yesterday to
make their home there.
The L. L. C. met at the home of
Mrs. E. p. Rice yesterday.
CHAPTER XV (continued.)
"You? You?" he stammered.
"Yes—yes, I am the Rossmore wom
an! Listen, Mr. Ryder. Don't turn
away from me. Go to Washington on
behalf of my father, and I promise
you I will never see your son again—
never, never!"
"Ah, Shirley!" cried Jefferson, "you
don't love me!"
"Yes, Jeff, I do God knowns I do!
But if I must break my own heart to
save my father I will do it."
"Would you sacrifice my happiness
and your own?"
"No happiness can be built on lies,
Jeff. We must build on truth or our
whole house will crumble and fall. We
have deceived your father, but he will
forgive that, won't you?" she said, ap
pealing to Ryder, "and you will go to
Washington, you will save my father's
honour,,his life, you will—?"
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They stood face to face—this slim,
delicate girl battling for her father's
life, arrayed against a coldblooded,
heartless, unscrupulous man, deaf to
every impulse of human sympathy or
pity. Since this woman has deceived
him, fooled him, he would deal with
her as with everyone else who cross
ed his will. She laid her hand on his
arm, pleading with him. Brutally, sav
agely, ho thrust her aeide.
"No, no, I will not!" he thundered.
"You have wormed yourself into my
confidence by means of lies and de
ceit. You have tricked me, fooled me
to the very limit! Oh, it is easy to see
how you have beguiled my son into
the folly of loving you. And you—you
have the brazen effrontery to ask me
to plead for your father? No! No! No!
Let the law take its course, and now
Miss Rossmore—you will please leave
my house tomorrow morning!"
Shirley stood listening to what, he
had to say, her face white, her mouth
quivering. At last the crisis had
come. It was a fight to the finish be
tween this man, the Incarnation of
corporate greed and herself, repre
senting the fundamental principles of
right and justice. She turned on him
in a fury:
"Yes, I will leave your house to
night! Do you thing I would remain
another hour beneath the roof of a
man who is as blind to justice, as deaf
to mercy, as incapable of human
sympathy as you are!"
She raised her voice and as she
stood there denouncing the man of
money, her eyes -.asaed and lier hea-1
thrown back,
sae
Father!" cried Jefferson, starting
forward to protect the girl he loved
"You have tricked him as you have
toe." thundered Ryder.
"It is your own vanity that has
tricked you!" cried Shirley-contempt
uously. "You lay traps for yourself
and walk Into them. You compel
everyone around you to lie to you. to
cajole you, to praice you, to deceive
you! At least you cannot accuse me of
flattering you. I have never fawned
upon you as you compel your family
and your friends and your dependents
to do. 1 have always appealed to your
better nature by telling you the truth,
and in your heart you know that I \m
speaking the truth now."
"Go!" he commanded.
"Yes, let us go, Shirley!" said Jef
ferson.
"No, Jeff, I came here alone and I'm
going alone!"
"You are not. I shall go with you.
I intend to make you my wife!"
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looked like some
avenging angel defying one of the
powers of livil.
"Leave the room!" shouted Rydar,
beside himself, and pointing to the
door.
Ryder laughed scornfully.
"No," cried Shirley. "Do you think
I'd marry a man whose father is as
deep a discredit to the human race as
your father Is? No, I wouldn't inarry
the son of such a merciless tyrant!
He refuses to lift his voice to save my
father. I refuse to marry his son."
She turned on Ryder with all the
fury of a tiger:
"You think if you lived in the. olden
days you'd be a Caesar or an Alex
ander. But you wouldn't! You'd be a
Nero—a Nero! Sink my self-respect to
the extent of marrying into your
family!" she exclaimed contemptuous
ly. "Never! I am going to save my
father if I have to go down. on my
knees to every United States Senator.
I'll go to the W^Ite House I'll tell the
President what you are! Marry your
son— no, thank you! No. thank you!"
Exhausted by the vehemence of her
passionate outburst, Shirley hurried
from the room, leaving Ryder speech
less, staring at his son.
CHAPTER XVI
WIbrokeShirley
HEN reached her room she
down completely. She threw
herself upon a sofa and burst into a
fit of violent sobbing. After all, she
was only a woman and the ordeal
through which she had passed would
have taxed the strongest powers of en
durance. She had borne up courage
ously while there remained the faint
est chance that she might succeed In
moving the financier to pity, but now
that all hopes in that direction were
shattered and she herself had besn
ordered harshly from the house like
any ordinary malefactor, the reaction
set in, and she gave way freely to her
long pent-up anguish and distress.
Nothing now could save her father—
not even this Journey to Washington
which she determined to take never
theless, for, according to what Stot.t
had said the senate was to take a vote
that very night.
She looked at the time—eleven
o'clock. She had told Mr. Ryder that
she would leave the house at once, but
on reflection It was impossible for a
girl alone to seek a room at that hour.
It would be midnight before she
could get her things packed. No, she
'would stay under this hated roof until
morning and then tatce the first train
to Washington. There was still a
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chance that the vote might be delay
ed, In which case she might yet suc
ceed in winning over some of the sen
ators. She began to gather her things
together and was thus engaged when
she heard a knock at her door.
"Who's there?" she called out.
"It is I," said a familiar voice.
Shirley went to the door and open
ing it found Jefferson on the threshold.
He made no attempt to enter, nor did
she invite him in. He looked tired and
careworn.
Of course, you're not going to
night?" he asked anxiously. "My
father did not mean tonight."
"No, Jeff," she said wearily "not
tonight. It's a little too late. I did not
realize it. Tomorrow morning, early."
He seemed reassured and held out
his hand:
"Good-night dearest—you're a bravo
girl. You made a splendid fight."
"It didn't do much good," she re
plied in a disheartened, listless way.
"But it set him thinking, rejoined
Jefferson. •'No one ever spoke to my
father like that before. It did him
good. He's still marching up and
down the library, chewing the cud—"
Noticing ahlrley's tired face and her
eyes, with great black bircles under
neath, ho stopped short.
"Now don't do any more packing to
night," he said. "Go to bed and In the
morning I'll eome up and help you.
Good night!"
"Good night, Jeff," she smiled.
He went downstairs, and after do
ing some more packing she went
uj
bed. But it was hours before she got
to sleep, and then she dreamed that
she was in the senate chamber and
that she saw Ryder suddenly rise and
denounce himself before the astonish
ed senators as a perjurer and traitor
to his country, while she returned to
Massapequa with the glad news that
her father was acquitted.
Meantime, a solitary figure remain
ed in the library pacing to and fro like
a lost soul in Purgatory. Mrs. Ryder
had returned from the play and. gone
to bed serenely oblivious of the drama
in real llf6 that had been enacted at
home, the servants locked the house
up for the night and still John Bur
kett Ryder walked the floor of 'his
sanctum, and late into the small
hours of the morning the watchman
going his lonely rounds, saw the light
in the library and the restless figure
of his employer sharply silhouetted
against the white blinds.
For the first time in his life John
Ryder realized that there was some
thing in the world beyond self. He
had seen with his own eyes the sacri
fice a daughter will make for the
father she loves, and he asked him
self what manner of a man that father
could be to inspire such devotion In his
child. He probed into his own heart
and conscience and reviewed his past
career. He had been phenomenally
successful, but he had not been happy,
He had more money than he knew
what to do with, but the pleasures of
the domestic circle, which he saw
other men enjoy, had been denied to
him. Was he himself to blame? Had
his insensate craving for gold and
power led him to neglect those other
things in life which contribute more
truly to man's happiness? In other
words, was his life a mistake? Yes, it
was true -what this girl charged, he had
been merciless and unscrupulous in his
dealings witji his fellow man. It was
true that hardly a dollar of his vast
fortune had been honestly earned. It
was true that it had been wrung from
the people by fraud and trickery. He
had craved for power, yet now he had
tasted It, what a hollow joy it was,
after all! The public hated and de
plsed him even his so-called friends
and business associates toadied to him
merely because'they feared him. And
this judge—this father he had perse
cuted and ruined, what a better man
and citizen he was, how much more
worthy of a child's love and of the
esteem of the world! What had Judge
Rossmore done, after all, to deserve
the frightful punishment the amalga
mated interests had caused him to
suffer? If he had blocked their game
he had done only what his oath, his
duty commaned him to do. Such
girl as Shirley Rossmore could not
have had any other kind of a father
Ah, if he had such a daughter he might
have been a better man. if only to win
his child's respect and affection. John
Ryder pondered long and deeply and
the more, he ruminated the stronger
the conviction grew upon him that the
girl was right and he was wrong. Sud
denly, he looked at his watch. It was
one o'clock. Roberts had told him
that it would be an all night session
and that a vote would probably not be
taken until very late. He unhooked
the telephone and calling "central"
asked for "long distance" and connec
tion with Washington.
It was seven o'clock when the maid
entered Shirley's room with her break
fast and she found its occupant up and
dressed.
"Why yoi: haven't been to bed
Miss!" exclaimed the girl, looking at
the bed in the inner room which
seemed scarcely disturbed.
"No, Theresa I—I couldn't sleep.1
Hastily pouring out a cup of tea she
added. "I must catch that nine o'clock
train to Washington. I didn't finish
packing until nearly three."
"Can I do anything for you, Miss?"
Inquired the maid. Shirley was
popular with the servants as with the
rest of the household.
"No," answered Shirley, "there ar«
only a few things to go In nay suit
case. Will you please have a cab
here in half an hour?"
The mnid was about to go when she
suddenly thought of something she had
forgotten. She held out an envelope
which she had left lying on the tray.
"Oh, Miss, Mr. Jorkins said to give
you this and master wanted to see you
as soon as you had finished your
breakfasc."
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took out the contents. It was a
cheque, payable to her order for $5,000
and signed "John Burkett Ryder."
A deep flush covered the girl's face
as she saw the money—a flush of an
noyance rather than of pleasure. This
ynan who had Insulted her, who had
wronged her father, who had driven
her from his home, thought he could
throw his gold at her and insolently
send her her pay as one settles haught
ily with a servant discharged for im
pertinence.- She would have none of
his money—the work ehe had done
she would make him a present of.
She replaced tV cheque in the en-„
velope and pac-ed it back to Theresa.
Give this to Mr. Ryder and tell him
I cannot see him."
But Mr. Ryder said—" Insisted the
girl.
Please deliver my message as I
give it," commanded Shirley with
authority. "I cannot see Mr. Ryder."
The maid withdrew-, but she had
bareiy closed the door when it was
opened again and Mrs. Ryder rushed
in, without knocking. She was all
flustered •with excitement an in such
a hurry that she had not even stopped
to arrange her toilet.
My dear Miss Green," she gasped
"what's this I hear— going away sud
denly without giving me warning?"
I wasn't engaged by the month," re.
plied Shirley drily.
I know, dear, I know. I was think
ing of myself. I've grown so used to
you— how shall I get or. without you
no one understands me the way you
do. Dear me! The whole house is up
set. Mr. Ryder never went to bed at
all last night. Jefferson Is going away
too—forever, he threatens. If he had
n't come and woke me up to say good
bye, I should never have known you
intended to leave us. My boy's going
you're going— everyone's deserting
me!"
Mrs. Ryder was not accustomed to
snch prolonged flights of oratory and
she sank exhausted on a chair, her
eyes filling with tears.
"Did they tell you who I am— the
daughter of Judge Rossmore?" de
manded Shirley.
1
It had been a shock to Mrs. Ryder
that morning when Jefferson burst in
to the his mother's room before she
was up and acquainted her with the
events of the previous evening. The
news that the Miss Green whom she
had grown to love, was really Miss
Rossmore of whose relations with Jef
ferson her husband stood In such
dread was far from affecting the fin
ancier's wife as it had Ryder himself.
To the mother's simple and ingenuous
mind, free from prejudice and ulterior
motive, the girl's character was more
important than her name, and certain
ly she could not blame her. son for
loving such a woman as Shirley. Of
course, it was unfortunate for Jeffer
son that his father felt this bitterness
toward Judge Rossmore, for she her
self could hardly have wished for a
more sympathetic daughter-in-law. She
had not &een her husband since the
previous evening at dinner so was in
complete ignorance as to what he
thought of this new development, but
the mother sighed as she thought how
happy it would make her to see Jeffer
son happily married to the girl of his
own choice, and in her heart she still
entertained the hope that her husband
would see it that way and thus pre
vent their son from leaving them ys
he threatened.
"That's not your fault, my dear,
she replied answering Shirley's ques
tion. "You mustn't mind what Mr,
Ryder says? Business and worry
makes him irritable at times. If you
must go, of course you must— you are
the best judge of that, but Jefferson
wants to see you before you leave."
She kissed Shirley In motherly fash-
Ion, and added: "He has told me
everything, dear. Nothing would make
me happier than to see you become
his wife. He's dcrwnstairs now wait
ing for me to tell him to come up.-'
"It's better that I should not see
him," replied Shfrley slowly and grave
ly. "I can only tell him what I have
already told him. My father comos
first. I have still a duty to perform."
"That's right, dear," answered Mrs.
Ryder. "You'll see him for my sake!"
She gave Shirley another affection
ate embrace and left the room while
the girl proceeded with her final pre
parations for departure. Presently
there was a quick, heavy step in the
Jcorridor
outside and Jefferson appear­
ed in the doorway. He stood there
'*tv
waiting for her to invite him In. She
looked up and greeted him cordially,
yet it was hardly the kind of reception
he looked for or that he considered
he had a right to expect. He advan
ced sulkily Into the room.
Mother said she had put every
thing right," he began. "I guess she
was mistaken.'
"Your mother does not understand
neither do you," she replied seriously.
Nothing can be put right until my
father Is restored to honour and posi
tion:"
"But why should you punish me be
cause my father fails to regard the
matter as we do?" demanded Jefferson
rebelllously.
Why should I punish myself
—why should we punish those nearest
and dearest?" answered Shirley gent
ly, "the victims of human injustice al
ways suffer where their loved ones
are tortured. Why are things as thoy
are— I don't know.. I know they are
—that's all."
The young man strode nervously up
and down the room while she gazed
listlessly out of the window, looking
for the cab that was to carry her away
from this house of disappointment. He
pleaded with her:
"I have tried honourably and failed.
Isn't the sting of impotent failure
enough to meet without striving
against a hopeless love? He approach
ed her and said softly: "I love ypu
Shirley—don't drive me to despera
tion. Must I be punished because you
have failed? It's unfair. The sins of
the fathers should not be visited upon
the children."
"But they are—it's the law," said
Shirley with resignation.
"The law?" he echoed.
"Yes, the law," insisted the girl
"man's law, not God's the same un
just law that punishes my father—
man's law which
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She sank into a chair and, covering
up her face, wept bitterly. Between
her sobs she cried brokenly:
I believed in the power of love to
soften your father's heart, I believed
that with God's help I could bring him
to see the truth. I believed that
Truth and Love would make him see
the light, but it hasn't. I stayed on
and on, hoping against hope until the
time has gone by and it's too late to
save him, too late! What can I -lo
now? My going to Washington is a
forlorn hope, a last, miserable, for
lorn hope and In this hour, the' dark
est of all, you ask me to think of my
self—my love, your love, your happi
ness, your future, my future! Ah,
wouldn't It be sublime selfishness?"
Jefferson kneeled down beside the
chair and taking her hand in his, tried
to reason with her and comfort her:
"Listen, Shirley," he said, "do not
do something you will surely regret.
You are punishing me not only be
cause I have failed but because you
have failed too. It seems to me that
If you believe It possible to accom
plish so much, if you had so much
faith—that you have lost your faith
rather quickly. I believed In nothing,
I had no faith and yet I have not lost
hope."
She shook her head and gently with
drew her hand.
"It is useless to insist, Jefferson—
until my father is cleared of this stain
our lives— your and mine— must lie
apart."
Some one coughed and, startled, they
both looked up. Mr. Ryder had enter
ed the room unobserved and stood
watching them. Shirley immediately
rose to her feet indignant, resenting
this intrusion on her privacy after she
had declined to receive the financier.
Yet, she reflected quickly, how could
she prevent it? He was at home, free
to come and go as he pleased, but she
was not compelled to remain In the
same room with him. She picked up
the few things that lay about and with
a contemptuous toss of her head, re
treated into the inner apartment, leav
ing father and son alone together.
"Hum," grunted Ryder, Sr.
rather thought I should find you here,
but I didn't quite expect to find you
on your knees— dragging our pride in
the mud."
"That's where our pride ought to
be," retorted Jefferson savagely. He
felt in the humor to say something,
no matter what the consequences.
"So she has refused you again, eh
said Ryder, Sr. with a grin.
"Yes," rejoined Jefferson with grow
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ily. I don't blame her."
The financier smiled grimly as he
answered:
"Your family In general— me in
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particular, eh? I gleaned that much
when I came in." He looked towards
the door of the room in which Shirley
had taken refuge and as If talking to
himself he added: "A curious glrl
with an Inverted point of view—sees
everything different to others— I want I.,.
to see her before she goes."
He walked over to the door and
raised his hand as if he were about to
knock. Then he stopped as If he had
changed his mind and turning to
wards his son he demanded
"Do you mean to say that she has
done with you?"
"Yes," answered Jefferson bitterly.
"Finally?"
"Yes, finally—forever!"
"Does she mean it?" asked Ryder, 7
Sr., sceptically.
Yes—she will not listen to me^!|
while her father is still in peril."
There was an expression of half,
amusement, half admiration on the
financier's face as he again turned^, I
towards the door. f.\
It's like her, damn it, just like
her!" he muttered.
He knocked boldly at the 'floor.
"Who's there?" cried Shirley from
within.
"It is I—Mr. Ryder. I wish to speak. ',|
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I must beg you to excuse me
the answer, I cannot see you."
Jefferson interfered.
"Why do you want to add to tho
girl's misery? Don't you think she has
suffered enough?"
Do you know what she has done?",,
said Ryder with pretended indigna
tion. "She has insulted me grossly. Jr
never was so humiliated In my llfej^
She has returned the cheque I sent}
her last night in payment for her|
work on my biography. I mean tot
make her take that money. It's hers,|
she needs it, her father's a beggar
She must take it back. It's onljr|.
flaunting her contempt for me inl,
my face and I won't permit it." |Sv
"I don't think her object in refusing^
that money was to flaunt contempt in
your face, or in any way humiliate
you," answered Jefferson. "She feels
she has been sailing under false
colours and desires to make some ref^
para tion."
And so she sends me back my
money, feeling that will pacify me,
perhaps repair the injury she has
done me. perhaps buy me into enter
ing into her plan of helping her father
but it won't. It only increases my de-**
termination to see her and her—"
Suddenly changing the topic he ask
ed: "When do you l^ave us?"
"Now— at once— that-is—I don't
know," answered Jefferson embarrass
ed." The fact is my faculties are num
bed— I seem to have lost my power
of thinking. Father," he exclaimed,
you see what a wreck you have made
of our lives!"
"Now, don't moralize," replied liia
father testily, "as if your own selfish
ness in desiring to possess that girl.
wasn't the mainspring of all your
actions!" Waving his son out of the
room he added: "Now leave me alone
with her a few moments. Perhaps
I can make her listen to reason."
Jefferson stared at his father as if
he feared he were out of his mind,
"What do you mean? Are you—?'* I
he ejaculated.
"Go— go leave her to me," com
manded the financier. "Slam the
door when you go out and she'l^
think we've both gone. Then come up
again presently."
The stragem succeed admirably. Jef
ferson gave the door a vigorous pull
and John Ryder stood quiet, waiting
for the girl to emerge from sanctu
ary. He did not have to wait long.
The door soon opened and Shirley
came out slowly. She had her hat on
and was drawing on her gloves, for
through her window she had caught a
glimpse of the cab standing at the
curb. She started on seeing Ryder
standing there motionless, and she
would have retreated had he not in
tercepted her.
(Continued In next issue.)
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