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Hi I rtj •. ii'1 man! & fTf'-. w. -Aip r' 77* MAN NOBODY KNEW Ifr ^ss^ssu ays rv.-Huiui* r»nti ta cml mih'i IiiU ui la iMVly the MHwoI *f her «M» M Um imnl Im4 man. Ha ra »WW, MOllW the I6M •.-Ke*t day Hllllard ptlk- pa feM An* that Carol kU alwaya •W Mil Uwpi, ail while deUvectag Wt« aiivMtOjr Im bar Mr- Mm lUt hla tflMllw la watoeaae kr Deeter Da- GaraTa tatter, alaa ahakea hla m to^oaattne Ua laeaitka, tot IM CHAPTHR VI.—la Syracuse Hllllard la j*k«d upon aa a capitalist and mining Wert, and la that capacity. In purauanca ef hla object, tntaraata Cullan In the poa of wealth in mining propertlea. flM Cullana and HllHard go to tha Durant far dlnaer. CHAPTHR TIL—Ottaarratlana at tha ferantar mmtaa HUIUrd that tha doctor hla daaghtar ha« alwaya baaa hla Mend*, aad Ma lava (or Carol be atiuugar. Ha wallaae ha haa a dan- 1 rtval ta Jeek Armstrong, alaa very •«h la km with Carat, aad tha twa aaa team? agraa te IgM It aat Cality. WHAT HB ia I'm a aelf mada man. Tou'ra lucky. I'm the revlaad work of a wlfa and three daugh ters. OPPORTUNITY. They do me wrong who say I come no more, When once I knock and fail to find you in For every day I stand outside your door, And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away. Weep not for golden ages on the wane Each night I burn the records of the day At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished Joys be blind and deaf and dumb My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say "I can"! No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a mM, Dost thou behold thy lost youth all fe'&i* aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribu tion's blow? Then turn the blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. 4V V. /"Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell j(£!![.$£ Art thou a Binner? Sin may be for given Bach morning gives thee wings to flee hell, 7€' tnm Each night a star to guide thy feet to mmm WtLl.. heaven. .—Walter Malone. :x halted for a aa to strayed a yard far. and on the Instant Hil at Carol's elbow. She said nor did he but when the was beside her his brains for an Intro- Ha had to convince her be had beat trifling with neither herself nor Angela, and he walked a good farlong before he could devise so much as an opening sentence. At length he cleared his throat. Tve Just decided," he said, "that rm growing old." TesT* She was immeasurably sweet and distant, and Hillihrd's courage filtered. "1 hare tndeed. made a meet touching discovery. ... Do I look grandfather^. Miss Durant?" "Mo Td hardly say that." He made a gesture of gratitude. "You've earned my permanent thanks. But I am growing old. How do I know? Didn't you ever read Leigh Hunt?" Must a little." There was trace of warmth creeping Into her voice. Hllllard held bis breath: •ay I'm weary, aay I'm aad Say that health and wealth have mlaaad Bay I'm growing old, but add— Angela klaaed met He had spoken the lines magnifi cently, with the precise humor and pathos which go to make them im mortal. Tm glad she fits into the meter," he said thoughtfully, "because I can understand just how Leigh Hunt felt about Jennie." "And—how do you think that was?" "Very sensitive," said Hllllard. "and perhaps a little repressed and—de crepit." He smiled reminiscently. "1 suppose there are very few things In life that make a man feel more mind ful of his own crudity and general worthlessness than to have a child's spontaneous affection." It was the testing venture. She looked at him sldewise. "More than if—if it weren't a child?" "I think so." His tone was fault less. "A woman can make a man feel like liomeo, but it takes a very young girl to make him feel like Launcelot— at my age." "She is adorable. Isn't she?" His heart Jumped at her cordial accept ance of his statement. "Only—she's seventeen, Mr. Hllllard." "I know," he said gravely. "And that's why I'm so conscious of my own senility. Because all that beau tiful iunocence and Ignorance is doomed, Miss Durant—who knows that I'm not the very last person to see it? Today, I'm only a much older man, some one she likes tomorrow, I may be a man without the 'only,' and the more she liked me, the less she'd show it But there's been mighty little of that sort of thing for me in the last few years from any body, and I do appreciate it, and I'm not ashamed of it, either." "No," she said, "you couldn't be. You're too human." She smiled at him, and be was transported at the proof of her sympathy. "If I were in your place, I'd want to feel the same way about it." He thanked her In his heart He had saved both Angela and himself, •and held his pristine advantage. But there was no disputing the fact that lie had made an active enemy of Waring, and an alert rival out of Armstrong. He smiled grimly as he looked at the man ahead. "Mr. Armstrong seems to be very nervous," he snid. "Not that. I can blame him for wanting to be in my place. On the contrary, I'm sorry for him." "That shows a very good disposi tion," she snid demurely. "Perhaps it does, and perhaps it doesn't. I believe every man owes It to himself to get what he wants. If ho docs, he's a success if ho doesn't— it's his own fault." As he sakl this, they enme abreast of the others, and Armstrong, who liad hoard the final sentence, whirled toward Billiard. "ltoganlless of methods?" he de manded. "Why—to some extent," laughed Hllllard. "Why not?" Armstrong delayed, so that the two men were a few paces behind the rest of the group. "Is that your regular creed, Mr. Hllllard?" "My creed isn't composed of words, Mr. Armstrong, but of actions." They had spoken so quietly that no one perceiving them would have re motely suspected that a challenge had been offered and accepted. "Actions do speak louder, of course." "Mine," said Hilllard, "will give you no offense. But—-I generally get what I want." "80 do I Shall we shake hands on it?" Armstrong was very affable, but tremendously in earnest "With pleasure. I can count \n your generosity, I see." "And I on your courtesy." "Thank you." He went complacent ly forward but Inwardly he was steeped in perturbation. The man was so deadly sure of himself. Could it be »that he was tacitly engaged to Carol, In spite of what Angela had surmised, or so nearly on the road-ta an understanding with her that Hll Hard was only making a fool of him self? Armstrong laughed gently. It was like a dagger thrust in Hilliard's heart CHAPTER VIII. Fw thirty days Hllllard had listened to the eulogies of his secret self: He had heard from a hundred sources the same belief repeated, that Dicky Mor- I I I 8 S A N A gin. given time and counsel, would have made the city as proud of him tor his intrinsic worth as tt now was proud of him for his military valor. This praise of Dicky Morgan had at list stunned Hilllard after that. It had exalted him still later. It bad abased bis soul. He had longed, ceaselessly, during that third period of his Introspection, to take the city to his heart to reveal himself, to an swer for Dicky Morgan's failures and to pledge himself anew to the achieve ment which Dicky Morgan's friends had prophesied and then he had been overwhelmed by the recollection that he had made this course impossible. If he had only known that all his de ceptions were needless.! If he had only known that Dicky Morgan could have come home, and been forgiven! What anguish he could have saved— and what repentance! And the prob lem was still the same—should he continue, safe In his masquerade, to the goal he had set tor himself, or should he risk the worst and salve his conscience by renunciation? By far the most distressing factor in this puzzle was his relationship to Car id Durant He had seen her only half a dozen times during the month, and never alone—the fates or Armstrong had circumvented him—but he was head over heels in love with her again, and he sensed, from fugitive glances and a stray word or two on her part that she wasn't entirely averse to him. But what would Carol think if she knew that this grave and tender stranger was hiding behind the wraith of Dicky Morgan—it was a thousand times the worse! If she were ever truly in love with Henry Hllllard, it was impossible! And then there was little Angela Cull en— And In addition, there was the seri ous business of making good he was no longer impelled to it by resentment but rather by unadulterated ambition this, too, he would see destroyed by any admission of bis deceit To con tinue in the game was to lose his prob ity to relinquish it was to lose all else and even now, his joy and pride was contained in precisely those things which he must give up, if he decided to tear off the mask of hypocrisy and his self-respect was rising out of the mud of what he never should have done at all. When he thought of his worldly am bitions, he was profoundly regretful that he had talked professionally with Mr. Cullen. To be sure, the matter had come up casually and naturally, and the opening had seemed too good to be missed at the same time. Hil llard couldn't help reflecting that It had been premature. It might prove, eventually, to have been just the prop er course to produce results it might be that Cullen would become so impa tient that he couldn't be restrained, and would leap without looking, and leap further than he Intended, and yet ever since that preliminary interview, Hilllard had known that he had made a breach in his own fortresses that he had rendered it possible for an in formal (and logical enough) investi gation to begin, or for mild suspicion to arise and gain momentum before he had devised the means of combating it And although Hilllard believed implicitly In the goods he had to sell, he knew the difficulty of the market he knew how timorous is the average Investor and he lenew that there might very easily come a time at which his harangue would be remembered, and remembered adversely. In this connection he was irritat ed by the tone of Harmon's letters to him from New York. Harmon was en thusiastic, and confident he was re lying sturdily on Milliard to break through the acumen of the up-state capitalists but he thought that Hll llard was making haste too slowly he opined that all Hilllard needed to do was to devote himself to a hard on slaught against Mr. Cullen, and, after that, to gather subscribers where he chose. He said that Hilllard was wasting time, and ought to begin to collect signatures. Hllllard had men tioned, in a moment of indiscretion, the ^assistance which Angela had un consciously given lilm, and Harmon "Something's Troubling You." had appraised it highly but It angered him, when he saw this reference writ ten down in Harmon's letter, to have her name brought into the instructions, even by implication. Still... had he not Invited this upon himself? It was in a dizzying quandary, then, that Hllllard kept his next appoint ment at the Durante'. The problem iUM*# i'i it* S?At .- '•-iMk had grown so many branches, sent fvth so many tentacles of bewilder teg confusion, that he hardly knew what te say, where te tun. His one weolatloa was that the miracle which had been performed upon him had given him a mask of impenetrable calm. At least, he didn't have to wear Ma forebodings on his countenance. And yet almost the first words Oar* el said to him were: "Something's troubling you, Mr. Hilllard." Ha was momentarily demoralised, came near showing it—tried to it off with a laugh. "Did I make It as plain aa all that?" "No," die gald, "it wasnt plain at alL* His laugh was remarkably hollow, knt he persisted In It "Why, how did you think of It then?" "Just from your eyes," she told him. "What's the matter? Anything 1 could help straighten out for you? Or couldn't I listen? That helps a lot sometimes—" She dropped her eyes, and the color deepened in her cheeks. "Isn't there anything I can do?" she said. "Or.... that father could? You Mghten me. ." "Tm sorry. No, please don't ttlnk of it I ought to be shot if I've made you unhappy." The bitterness In his voice was acute and by paradox. It was caused mainly by her sweet concern for him, and his realization of how little he deserved It "You always seem to be pushing the world away from you," she said, af ter a pause "Why do you, Mr. Hil llard?" "I didn't know that I do," he said dispiritedly. "And it would be a queer thing for me to do deliberately, when I want your friendship more than anything else I can possibly im agine—wouldn't it?" "But a woman," said Carol slowly, "almost always has to be a confidante before she becomes a friend. ." They sat without stirring while the dock ticked off a dozen seconds. Hll llard, scarcely knowing what he did— and, if he knew, indifferent—had put both hands to his forehead, as though to calm the vicious throbbing within. Presently, and so quietly that he never heard her, Carol was gone—she had slipped across the room, to the a A breath of music, light, dreamy, caressing. And there, on the sofa where Dicky Morgan had sat, and smoked, and taken his happiness with the utmost nonchalance, sat Hllllard, in tensest desperation of soul, strained to the tenuous melody which floated across to him, an echo of youth and gladness which mocked him, derided him, In dicted him ... a translation of the unutterable sadness which welled up In his throat and choked Mm- She was playing the "Liebe stranm." His shoulders went up convulsive ly, and he was chilled to the heart Ltebestraum! It was a taunt a sav age cynicism, a challenge to his in ward self. The waves of It battered hla unresisting conscience the pierc ing tenderness of it damned him, while it awoke his dormant passion, end set his will to vibrating. Ltebe straum—^and the dream of his love was a phantasm which his brain reel ed to contemplate! The lump in his throat came near to strangling him. It seemed to Hllllard. that hours must have elapsed before he had the strength to rise, and cross the room. His brain was buffeted by wildly giddy passions he was only partly aware that Carol, trying to rise from the bench, was wide-eyed and Intuitive ap prehension. Volition had gone from him he was acting without reserve, without premeditation. "Tell me!" ho said thickly. "Have I got a chance? One in a hundred? One in a thousand? But a chance?" "Oh! Mr. Hilliardl" Her plea was to his -chivalry, and had to be. "Tell me would I have if I should share everything you—" One hand was pressed close to her breast the other was outstretched, de fensive. "Don't! Don't! Don't spoil what was—" "You'll have to answer me. ... I can't wait any longer. I'm not worth your little finger and I know it but I want a chance just a fight ing chance .... you've got to an swer me, Carol ." She was trembling within reach of him, but it never occurred to him to touch her, and if it had, he would have refrained, out of sheer conscious ness of his lack of right His face, Working tragically, awed her. "Yes," she said, hardly above a whisper. "There's one chance in a thousand. There's that much, anyway." His arms went out to her—stayed dropped. He stepped backward, out Of the danger zone. "Then I'll take tt," be said. She had given him a chance, on an Implied condition which he could never meet She had given him a chance— and what in the name of heaven could he do with it? CHAPTER IX From the marbled dignity of the Trust and Deposit company, where he had bought a New York draft for fif teen thousand dollars, and smaller ones for ten and seven, Hllllard emerged presently to South Warren street end stood there on the sidewalk for a moment numbed by the first galvanizing consciousness of success. He had come back resolved to win. in his second trial, the position he lux' failed to approximate in his fir--r v. had set himself a ard, and, gauged by it be was advanc ing rapidly, for today's trio of sub scriptions, added to Mr. Cullen's check of yesterday (and Mr. Cullen had acted as though he had gained a per sonal victory in persuading Hllllard to accept It), made up a glittering total, a stupendous total and already Hil liard's earned commissions formed a sum to gloat about Despised as a salesman, he had sold to four Impar tial business men the commodity hard est In all the world to sell. Scorned for his behavior, he had made his sales on the basis of a character which hadn't been questioned since the day of hla arrival. His mind and his muscles demanded action to relieve the pressure of his spirits, he set off Vigorously, swinging exultant On Impulse, he crossed the street for the purpose of patronizing a flor ist's, where, ignoring the conventional measure of the even dozen, he ordered a prodigal armful of American Beau ties for Carol Durant. This done, and feeling very rich and independent, he nwmded the righthand corner, and got himself greeted by two citizens of standing and importance who, in hail ing him, displayed a deference not ordinarily granted to the average resi dent of HUIlard's age. Would Hllllard condescend to speak at the next meet ing and dinner of the Chamber of Commerce on France in wartime? Hil llard would. And this indication of his new-won status fired him afresh. Logically enough, his swirling thoughts followed a well-worn trail which led him straight to Carol and for the thousandth time he tried to set a future date, depending on the outcome of his mission here, at which he could confess, and ask forgiveness for his mummery, and simultaneously aak credit for his regeneration. At this juncture, he was aware that some one had arrested him. It was Angela's youthful suitor. "Oh—hello, Waring!" said Hllllard cheerfully. "How's crime?" The student of law flushed at the lively salutation, which appealed to him as a reflection upon the majesty of the bar. Also, his sense of humor was temporarily atrophied. "We don't handle criminal cases," he responded shortly. "Say, when can you and I have a conference together, Mr. Hilllard?" "Why, the sooner the quicker," laughed' Hllllard. "What's It about?" Waring coughed. "Business." The time to talk about business Is all the time—Isn't it?" Waring hesitated and finally stepped into the shelter of a doorway, drawing Hllllard with him. "I' don't suppose It'll seem like a very Important thing to you," he said, rather awkwardly, "but it's important enough to me, Mr. Hllllard, to be worth taking time over—to be perfect ly frank with you, I've got five hun dred dollars I want to put In some high-class, gilt-edged speculation. Mr. Cullen gave me some pointers, and now Fm interested in your copper mine. Only—and this is where the hitch comes in—I've sort of got into the swing of the law, you know, and that makes men—well, what you might call judgmatlcaL You get so you want to look at everything from all four sides. And I thought maybe because of the—the attending circumstances— you'd be kind enough to explain the whole thing to me. Would you?" Hilllard, who didn't know whether to be touched or amused, compromised by nodding gravely. "There's one thing I'll have to tell you, though," he said "I don't advise any one to gamble in copper mines, or anything else, Waring, unless that person could actually afford to lose his whole investment, and not be hurt And in this particular case, since I happen to control the situation, I won't permit it. Does that hit you, or doesn't It?" The young man's mouth opened in amazement. He had been priming himself to be a clever investigator, and to pick yawning flaws in Hilliard's un derwriting, and here his thunder was stolen before he had had a chance to stake the aegis of his cleverness. "Why—it isn't a gamble, is it? I understood—Mr. Cullen said—" "It's safer to figure it as a gamble. Waring. It's safe to figure all these things that way. Of, course, we think It's a wonderful prospect, and a prac- "You Don't Mean to Say It I ant a Sure Thing!" tically positive success, but I don't mind telling you that so far I haven't allowed a man who couldn't afford to lose his whole subscription—and didn't untierstuiiti very clearly that ha Saturday. Miv 22. 1M) •—to come In for so much as a plugged nickel. And that would apply to yon, too." The law student gasped, Incredu lous. "You don't mean to say it isn't a sure thing?" "Is any speculation? You see I'm not working very hard to take your Ave hundred away from you. Waring." The boy scowled. "I suppose It's really too small for you to bother with. Is that what you're driving at?" Hilllard smiled cordially. "It Is, and it lsnt From any one I didn't know, Td rather not toad) It It Isn't a good plan, ordinarily, to have a lot of small stockholders. But from you—and If it isn't more than yen ought to risk—" Waring snatched at the straw. "Well, seeing you're who yon are, and I'm who I am, would yea be will* lng to give me just as much Informa tion as you would if I bad twenty times as much to put In?" "Come up to the room," said Hll llard impulsively and he was actuat ed solely by the obligation he felt to ward all of Mr. Cullen's friends. "You come along up to the room, and show you everything Fve got Will that do?" At the last words the amateur de tective had brightened. "I can't come now very welL But maybe I could run up this evening. If that's all right for you." "That'll be just as good. Bight •'dock? Fine." He held out hla hand. Waring took It limply. 'Ta afraid I'm causing yon a lot of bother," he said, "but it's a pretty big thing for me.... I hope you don't think it's anything personal ... I mean my not just taking It for grant ed—" "Mot at all. Business is business, ril expect you at eight then." Hil llard nodded good-humoredly and went on north. A quaint intuition overcame him, and he glanced back over his shoulder. Fifty yards away the law student was also glancing over his shoulder, and Waring, having less of self-possession than the adventurer, blushed and jerked his head to the front Hllllard chuckled and contin ued his stroll. He entered the Hotel Onondaga from the east and headed across to ward the news-stand. Out of a red and gold chair In the spacious lobby a gentleman rose to meet hlin—a gen tleman who In appearance was a very fair replica of the well-known Get Rich-Qulck Wallingford, except that he was somewhat more refined and less obese. His animation was ob vious, but he delayed to remove both his gray suede gloves before he offered to shake hands with Hllllard. "Well!" said Martin Harmon, ef fusively, "you're looking great I Must agree with you up here, what? Didn't expect me, did you?" "No!" Hilliard's expression was a study he had dealt so long with Har mon at a distance that he had almost forgotten what the broker looked like. "Why didn't you wire me yon were coming?" "Didn't know it myself until pretty, near train-time—spur of the moment Well, got any business yet?" Involuntarily, Hllllard smiled, and the smile spread wonderfully, until Harmon caught the contagion of it and beamed more royally than ever. "The man you called the 'decoy duck*—re member when you wrote that to me?— well, he quacked yesterday." Harmon put his hand on Hilliard's shoulder It was an accolade. "Really? How much?" "Thirty." For the life of him Hll llard couldn't resist a slight forward thrust of bis chest. Mr. Harmon's eyes glazed for an in stant. "Good—good! That's clever work, son! Clever and quick. But I knew you'd do it. Thirty! That's fine! Anybody else?" Hilliard laughed exultantly. "Yes, three more—a total of sixty two. I mailed you a draft yesterday morning the others are in my pocket now. I've just come from the bank." "Great work, son!" Mr. Harmon breathed rapturously. "That puts us pretty nearly where we belong. Sixty two thousand! It's a running start for the big race! You certainly didn't get left at the post Hllllard! Deducted your commissions yet?" "No I thought you'd rather.do the bookkeeping in your own office and send me a check." Harmon's approval was manifest "You show me the drafts and 1*11 write you a check this minute. Let's go sit down In the grill, and have something. This Is fine work, now I want to tell you!" "I rather thought so myself." Hll llard had led the way to the grill and commandeered a side-table. "In fact—" He lowered his voice. "In fact as things have worked out Mr. Harmon, I almost wish I hadn't tried to play it Just this way. I mean—" But Harmon had already grasped the point "Oho! Is that so? Yon must have made a bit And all your old friends you were so het up about -weren't they as peevish at you aa yon thought?" "No." Hilliard grew warm. Td Hut I thought yon ta keep In the shade 1" "Saab bat I didn't aeed ta 1 1 P. gtwm a good deal," he said soberiy, "if I hadn't tangled myself up In an that Imitation history. Well, Fm la for It now. I've published so much that I didn't need to—I'm wondering hew la thunder I can ever get out of It whan the time comes. That was the Mm, yen remember—coals of fire. Whafs bothering me Is that there's nobody ta tend the furnace,"