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THE YALE EXPOSITOR. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1915. Smmt) lym)e ELU5TMIOJf5CDfflOI)E5 CHAPTER XXIV Continued. 12 He had climbed the stops of the broad veranda when he heard hia name called softly from the depths of one of the great wicker lounging chairs half hidden In the veranda shadows. In a moment he had placed another of the chairs for himself, dropping into it wearily. "I flaw you at the gate," she said. "The men are etill holding out?" "We are holding out. The plant Is closed, and It will stay closed until ve can get another force of work men." "There will be lots of suffering," Bhe ventured. "It's no use," he said, answering her thought. "There is nothing in me to appeal to." "There was yesterday, or the day be fore," she suggested. "Perhaps. But yesterday was yes terday, and, today is today. As I told Raymer a little while ago, I've changed my mind." "No," she denied, "you enly think you have. But you didn't come here to tell me that?" "No; I came to ask a single ques tion. How is Mr. Galbraith?" "He Is a very sick man." "You mean that there Is a chance that he may not recover?" "More than a chance, I'm afraid." After a moment of Bilence Griswold tald. "I did my best; you know I did xny best?" Her answer puzzled him a little. "I could almost find it In my heart to hate you If you hadn't." Silence again, broken only by the whispering of the summer night breeze rustling the leaves of the lawn oaks and the .lappings of tiny waves on the lake beach. At the end of it, Griswold got up and groped for his bat "I'm going home," he said. "It has been a pretty strenuous day, and there is another one coming. But before I go I want you to promise me one thing. Will you let me know imme diately, by phone or messenger, If Mr Galbraith takes a turn for the better?" "Certainly," she said; and she let him say good-night and get as far as the steps before she called him back "There was another thing," she be gan, with the sober gravity that he could never be sure was not one or her many poses, and not the least al luring one "Do you believe In God. Kenneth?" The query took him altogether by eurprise, but he made shift to answer it with becoming seriousness. "I suppose I do. Why?" "It Is a time to pray to him," she aid softly; "to pray very earnestly that Mr. Galbraith's life may be spared." He could not let that stand. "Why 6hould I concern myself, spe cially?" he asked, adding: "Of course, I'm sorry, and all that, but" "Never mind," she Interposed, and Bhe left her chair to walk beside him to the steps. "I've had a hard day, too, Kenneth, boy, and I I guess It has got on my nerves. But, all the same, you ought to do it, you know." He stopped and looked down Into the eyes whose depths he could tever wholly fathom. "Why don't you do It?" he demand ed. "I? oh, God doesn't know me; and, besides, I thought oh, well, it doesn't matter what I thought. Good-night." And before he could return the leave-taking word, she was gone. Raymer's prediction that the real trouble would begin when the attempt should be made to start the plant with Imported workmen was amply fulfllled during the militant week which fol lowed the opening of hostilities. Each succeeding day saw the Inevitable In crease of lawlessness. From , taunts And abuse the insurrectlonaries passed easily to violence. Street fights, when the trampish place-takers came in any considerable numbers, were of dally occurrence, and the tale of the wound ed grew like the returns from a bat tle. By the middle of the week Ray mer and Griswold were asking for a sheriff's posse to 'maintain peace In the neighborhood of the plant; and were getting their first definite hint that someone higher up was playing the game of politics against them. "No, gentlemen; I've done all the law requires and a little more," was the sheriff's response to the plea for better protection. "In other words, Mr. Bradford, you've got your' orders from the men higher up, have you?" rasped Gris wold, who was by this time lost to all sense of expediency. "I don't have to reply to any such charge as that," said the chief peace of ficer, turning back to his desk; and so the brittle little conference ended. "AM of which means that we snail lose the plant guard of deputies that Bridford has been maintaining, com muted Raymer, .as they were de ctodinir the courthouse stairs; and Etn h prediction came true.' Later In the day the guard was withdrawn; ind GriawobL caviJr ralucujii wa XYY?cr fir cm? rs 3CM3r?3 son. forced to make a concession repeated ly urged and argued for by the older men among the strikers, namely, that the guarding of the company's prop erty be entrusted to a picked squad of the ex employees themselves. During these days of turmoil and rioting the transformed idealist passed through many stages of the Journey down a certain dark and mephitlc val ley not of amelioration. Fairness was gone, and in Its place stood angry re sentment, ready to rend and tear. Pity and truth were oing; the daily re port from Margery told of the lessen ing chance of life for Andrew Gal braith, and the stirrings evoked were neither regretful nor compassionate On the contrary, ho knew very well that the news of Galbraith's death would be a relief . for which, in his heart of hearts, he was secretly thirEt Ing. CHAPTER XXV. ' Margery's Answer. "Well, it has come at last." said Raymer next morning, passing a new ly opened letter of the morning de livery over to Griswold. "The rail road people are taking their work away from us. I've been looking for that In every mail." Griswold glanced at the letter and handed it back. The burden was lying heavily upon him. and his only com ment was a questioning, "Well?" At this. Raymer let go again. "What's the use?" he said deject edly. "We're down, and everything we do merely prolongs the agony. Do you know that they tried to burn the plant last night?" "No; I hadn't heard." "They did. They had everything fixed; a pile of kindlings laid in the corner back of the machine shop an nex and the whole thing saturated with kerosene." "Well, why did,Vt they do it?" queried Griswold, half-heartedly. After the heavens have fallen, no mere ter restrial cataclysm can evoke a thrill. "That's a mystery. Something hap pened; Just what, the watchman who had the machine shop beat couldn't tell. He says there was a flash of light bright enough to blind him, and then a scrap of some kind. When he got out of the shop and around to the place, there wa3 no one there; nothing but the pile of kindlings." Griswol took up the letter from the railway people and read It again. When he faced it down on Raymer's desk, he had closed with the conclu sion which had been thrusting itself upon him since the early morning hour when he had picked his way among the sidewalk pools to the plant from upper Shawnee 6trcet. "You can still save yourself, Ed ward," he said, still with the colorless note In his voice. And he added: "You know the way." Raymer Jerked his head out of hi3 desk and swung around In the pivot chair. "See here, Griswold; the less said about that at this stage of the game, the better it will be for both of us!" he exploded. "I'm going to do as I said I should, but not until this fight is settled, one way or the other!" Griswold did not retort in kind. "The condition has already expired by limitation; the fight is as good as settled now," he said, placably. "We are only making a hopeless bluff. We can hold our forty or fifty tramp work men just as long as we pay their board over in town, and don't ask them to re- port for work. But the day the shop whistle Is blown, four out of.every five will vanish. We both know that." "Then there Is nothing for it but a receivership," was Raymer's gloomy decision. "Not without a miracle," Griswold admitted. "And the day of miracles Is past." Thus the Idealist, out of a depth of wretchedness and self-exprobratlon hitherto unplumbed. But if he could have had even a momentary gift of telepathic vision he might have seen a miracle at tnat moment in the pre liminary 6tage of Its outworking. The time was half-past nine; the place a grottolike summer house on the Mereslde lawn. The miracle work ers were two: Margery Grlerson, radi ant in the daintiest of morning house gowns, and the man who had taken her retainer. Miss Grlerson was curi ously examining a photographic print; the pictured scene was a well-littered foundry yard with buildings forming an angle In the near background. Against the buildings a pile of shav ings with kindlings showed quite clear ly; and, stooping to Ignite the pile, was a man who had evidently looked up at, or just before, the Instant of camera-snapping. There was no mis taking the Identity of the man. He had a round. pig-Jowl face; his bris tling mustaches stood out stiffly as If In sudden horror; and his bat was on the back of his head. "It ain't very good." BrofUn apolo gized. "The sun ain't high enough yet to make a clear print. But you aald 'hurry,' and I reckon U U' do." UlAJ GrWrtaa oeM4 "You c.u4fc4 him Id the very act, didn't you?" she said coolly. "What did ho hope to ac complish by' setting fire to the works?" "It was a frameup to capture public sympathy. There's been a report cir culating 'round that Raymer and Gris wold was goln' to put some o' the ring leaders in jail, if they had to make a case against 'em. Clancy had It fig ured out that the fire'd be charged up to the owners, themselves." Miss Grlerson was still examining the picture. "You made two of these prints?" she asked. "Yes; here's the other one and the film."t "And you have the papers to make them effective?" Brofiin handed her a large envelope, unsealed. "You'll find 'em in there. That part of It was a cinch. Your gov ernor ought to fire that man Murray. He was payin' Clancy In checks!" Again Miss Grlerson nodded. "About the other matter?" she in quired. "Have you heard from your messenger?" Broffin produced another envelope. It had been through the mails and bore the Duluth postmark. "Affidavits was the best we could do there," he said. "My man worked it to go with MacFarland as the driver of the rig. They saw seme mighty fine timber, but it happened to be on the wrong side of the St. Louis county line. He's a tolerably careful man, and he verified the landmarks." "Affidavits will do," was the even toned rejoinder. Then: "These pa pers are all in duplicate?" "Everything in pairs just as you or dered." Miss Grlerson took an embroidered chamois-skin money book from her bosom and began to open It. Broffin raised his hand. "Not any more," he objected. "You overpaid me that first evening in front of the Winnebago." "You needn't hesitate," she urged. "It's my own money." "I've had a-plenty." "Then I can only thank you," she said, rising. He knew that he was being dis missed, but the one chance In a thou sand had yet to be tested. "Just a minute, Miss Grlerson." he begged. "I've done you right In this business, haven't I?" "You have." "I said I didn't want any more money, and don't. But there's one other thing, bo you know what I'm here in this little jay town of yours for?" "Yes; I have known it for a long time." "I thought so. You knew It that day out at the De Soto, when you wa?N tellia' Mr. Raymer a little story that was partly true and partly made up what?" "Every word of the story about Mr. Griswold the story that you over heard, you know was true; every sin- Miss Grlerson Was Curiously Examin ing a Photographic Print. gle word of It. Do you suppose I should have dared to embroider It the least little bit with you sitting right there at my back?" Broffin got up and took a half-burned cigar from the ledge of the summer house where he had carefully laid it at the beginning of the interview. "You've got me down," he confessed, with a good-natured grin. "The man that plays a winnln' hand against you has got to get up before sun in, the morning and hold all trumps, Miss Grlerson to say nothln' of being a mighty good bluffer, on the side." Then he switched suddenly. "How's Mr. Galbraith this morning?" "He Is very low, but he is conscious again. He has asked us to wire for the cashier of his bank to come up." Broffin's eyes narrowed. "The cashier is sick and can't come," he said. "Well, someone in authority will come, I suppose." Once more Broffin was thinking In terms of speed. Johnson, the paying teller, was next in rank to the cashier If he should be the one to come to Wahaska . . . "If you haven't anything else for me to do, I reckon I'll be going," he said, hastily, and forthwith made his es cape. The telegraph office was a good ten minutes' walk from the lake front, and In 'he light of what Miss Grlerson had just told him, the minutes were precious. Something less than a half hour aft er Broffin's hurried departure, Miss QrUrae dmee lit ultr thorotLgau fares Into the street upon which the j Raymer property fronted. Smoke was pouring from the tall central stack of , the plant, and It had evidently pro- voked a sudden and wrathful gather ing of the clans. The sidewalks were filled with angry workmen, and an ex cited argument was going forward at one of the barred gates between the locked-out men and a watchman inside of the yard. The crowd let the trap pass without hindrance. Though It was the first time she had been in the new offices, she seemed to know where to find what she sought; and when Raymer took his face out of his desk, she was standing on the threshold of the open door and smiling across at him. "May I come in?" she asked; and when he fairly bubbled over In the ef fort to make her understand how wel come she was: "No; I mustn't sit down, because If I do, I shall stay too long and this is a business call. Where is Mr. Griswold?" "He went up town a little while ago, and I wish to goodness he'd come back." "You have been hating a great deal of trouble, haven't you?" she said, sympathetically. "I'm sorry, and I've come to help you cure It." Raymer shook his head despond ently. "I'm afraid it has gone past the cur ing point," he said. "Oh, no, it hasn't. I have discov ered the remedy and I've brought it with me." She took a sealed envelope from the Inside pocket of her driving coat and laid It on the desk before him "I'm going to ask you to lock that up in your office sate for a little while. Just as it is," she went on. "If there are no signs of improvement In the sick situation by three o'clock, you are to open it you and Mr. Griswold and read the "contents. Then you will know exactly what to do, and how to go about it." Her Hps. were trembling when she got through, and he saw It. She was going then, but he got before her and shut the door and put his back against It. "I don't know what you have done, but I can guess," he said, lost now to everything save the Intoxicating joy of the barrier-breakers. "You have a heart of gold, Margery, and I" "Please don't," she said, trying to stop him; but he would not listen. "No; before that envelope is opened before I can possibly know what It con tains, I'm going to ask you one ques tion in. spite cf your prohibition; and I'm goins to ask it now because, after ward, I may not you may not that is, perhaps it won't be possible for me to ask, or for you to listen. I love you, Margery; I " She was looking up at him with the faintest shadow of a smile lurking In the depths of the alluring eyes. And her lips were no longer tremulous when she said: "Oh, no, you don't. If I were as mean as some people think I am, I might take advantage of all this, mightn't I? But I sha'n't. Won't you open th- door and let me go? It Is very important." "Heavens, Margery! Don't make a joke of it!" he burst out. "Caat you see that I mean It? Qlrl, girl, I want you I need you!" This time 6he laughed outright. Then she grew suddenly grave. "My dear friend, you don't know what you are saying. The gate that you are trying to break down opens upon nothing hut misery and wretched ness. If I loved you as a woman ought to love her lover, for your sake and for my own I should still say no a thousand times no! Now will you open the door and let me go?" He opened the door and she slipped past him. But in the corridor she turned and laughed at him again. "I am going to cure you you, per sonally, as well as the sick situation Mr. Raymer," she said flippantly Then, mimicking him as a spoiled child might have done: "I might pos sibly learn to think of you In that way after a while. But I could never, never, never learn to love your mother and your sister." And with that spiteful thrust she left him. CHAPTER XXVI. The Gray Wolf. As It chanced, Jasper Grlerson was in the act f concluding a long and ap parently satisfactory telephone conver sation with his agent In Duluth at the moment when the door of his private room opened and his daughter en tered. He hung the receiver on its hook and was pushing the bracketed tele phone set aside when Margery crossed the room swiftly and placed an en velope, the counterpart of the one left with Raymer, on the desk. "There la your notice to quit," she said calmly. "You threw me down and gave me the double-cross the other day, and now I've come back at you." Another man might have hastened to meet the crisis. But the gray wolf was of a different mettle. He let the envelope lie untouched until after he had pulled out a drawer In the desk, found his box of cigars, and had lei surely selected and lighted one of the fat black monstrosities. When he tore the envelope across, the photographic print fell out, and he studied It care fully for many seconds before he read the accompanying documents. For a lit tle time after he had tossed the pa pers aside there was a silence that bit. Then he said, slowly: "So that's your raise, is It?, Where 5nes the game stand, right now?" "You stand to lose." Again the biting silence; and then: "Yoa don't think I'm fool enough to 2rve you back ycur ammunition so hf vot raj uJ tt ob on rle vf" "Those papers and that picture are copies; the originals are In a sealed envelope In Mr. Raymer's safe. If you haven't taken your hands off of Mr. Raymer's throat by three o'clock this afternoon, the envelope will be opened." Jasper Grlerson's teeth met In the marrow of the fat cigar. Equally with out heat and without restraint, be stripped her of all that was womanly, pouring out upon her a flood of foul epithets and vile names garnished with bitter, brutal oaths. She shrank from the crude and savage upbraid ings aa if the words had been hot Irons to touch the bare flesh, but at the end of it 6he was still facing him hardily. "Calling me bad names doesn't change anything," she pointed out. and her tone reflected something of his own elemental contempt for the eu phemisms. "You have five hours in which to make Mr. Raymer under stand that you have stopped trying to smash him. Wouldn't It be better to begin on that? You can curse me out any time, you know." Jasper Grlerson's rage fit, or the mud-volcano manifestation of It, passed as suddenly as it had broken out. Swinging heavily In his chair he took up the papers again, reread them thoughtfully, and then swung slowly to face the situation. "Let's 6ee what you want Bhow up your hand." "I have shown it. Take the prop of your backing from behind this lbor trouble, and let Mr. Raymer settle with his men on a basis of good-will and fair dealing." "Is that all?" "No. You must cancel this pine land deal. You have broken bread with Mr. Galbraith as a friend, and I'm not going to let you be worse than an Arab." Grlerson's 6haggy brows met In a reflective frown, and when he spoke the bestial temper was rising again. "When this is all over, and you've gone to live with Raymer. I'll kill him," he said, with an outthrust of the hard Jaw; adding: "You know me. Madge." "I thought I did," was the swift re tort. "But It was a mistake. And as for taking It out on Mr. Raymer, you'd better wait until I go 'to live with him,' as you put It. Besides, this lrn't Yellow Dog gulch. They hang people here." "You little she-devil! If you push me into this thing, you'd better get Raymer, or somebody, to take you In. You'll be out In the street!" "I have thought of that, too." she 6ald. coolly; "about quitting you. I'm sick of it all the getting and the spending and the crookedness. I'd put the money yours and mine In a pile and set fire to it, if some decent man would give me a calico dress and a chance to cook for two." "Raymer, for instance?" the father cut in, in heavy mockery. "Mr. Raymer has asked me to mar ry him, if you care to know," she struck back. "Oho! So that's the milk in the cocoanut, is It? You sold me out to buy in with him!" "You may put it that way, if you like; I don't care." She was drawing on her driving gloves methodically and working the fingers into place, and there were sullen fires in the brooding eyes. "I've been thinking It was the other one the book writer," said the father. Then, without warning: "lies a damned crook." The daughter went on smoothing the wrinkles out of the fingers of her gloves. "What makes you think 60?" she Inquired, with Indifference, real or skillfully assumed. "He's got too much money to be straight. I've been keeping cases on him." "Never mind Mr. Griswold," Bhe In terposed. "He is my friend, and I suppose that Is enough to make you hate him. About this other matter- ten minutes before three o'clock this afternoon I 6hall go back to Mr. Ray mer. If he tell3 me that his troubles are straightening themselves out, I'll get the papers." "You'll bring 'em here to me?" "Some day; after I'm sure that you have broken off the deal with Mr. Gal bralth." Jasper Grlerson let his daughter get as far as the door before he stopped her with a blunt-pointed arrow of con tempt. "I suppose you've fixed It up to marry that college-sharp dub so that his mother and sister can rub It Into you right?" he sneered. "You can suppose again," she re turned, 6hortly. "If I should marry him, it would be out of pure spite to those women. Because, when he asked me, I told him No. You weren't counting on that, were you?" And having fired, this final shot of contra diction she departed. After Miss Grlerson had driven home from the bank between ten and eleven In the morning, an admlr ing public saw her no more until just before bank-closing hours in the after noon. As she passed In the basket phaeton between half-past two and three through the overcrossing suburb there were signs of an armistice ap parent, even before the battlefield was reached. Tottery Flat was populated again, and the groups of men bunched on the street corners arguing peace fully. Miss Grlerson pulled up at one of the corners and beckoned to a young Iron-molder. "Anything new, Malcolm?" cbe asked. "You bet your sweet life!" said the young molder, meeting her, as most men did, on a plane of perfect equality and frankness. "We was hoodooed to beat the band, and Mr. Raymer's got us. comln and goln'. There wasn't no orders from the big federation, at all; and that creokad guy, Clancy, wa a He nai goner shs s14L lle'd better be. If be ahows him self 'round here agala, there's goln' to be a mix-up." Miss Grlerson drove on, and at the iron works there were more of the peaceful indications. The gates were open, and a switching engine from the railroad yards was pushing In a car load of furnace coal. By all the signs the trouble flood was abating. Raymer saw her when she drove un der his window and calmly made a hitching post of the clerk who went out to see what she wanted. A mo ment later she came down the corri dor to stand In the open doorway of the manager's room. "You are still alone?" she asked. "Yes; Griswold hasn't shown up since morning. I don't know what has become of him." "And the labor trouble, is that going to be settled?" He looked away ana1 ran his fingers through his hair a3 one still puzzled and bewildered. "Some sort of a mir acle has been wrought," he said. "A little while ago a committee came to talk over terms of surrender. It seems that the whole thing was the result of a of a mistake." ''Yes," she returned quietly, "it was Just that a mistake." And then: "You are going to take them back?" "Certainly. The plant will Etart up again In the morning." Then his cu rloslty broke bounds. "I can't under stand It. How did you work the mir acle?" "Perhaps I didn't work It." "I know well enough you did, in some way." She dismissed the matter with a toss of the pretty head. "What dif ference does it make so long as you "You Can Wade Ashore Now, Can't You?" are out of the deep water and in a place where you can wade ashore? You can wade ashore now, can't you?" He nodded. "This morning I should have said that we couldn't; but now" he reached over to his desk and handed her a letter to which was pinned a telegram less than an hour old. She read the letter first. It was a curt announcement of the withdrawal of the Pineboro railroad's repair work, The telegram was still briefer: "Dis regard my letter of yesterday," this, and the signature, "Atherton." The smaller plotter returned the corre spondence with a little sigh of relief. It had been worse than she had thought, and it was now better than she had dared hope. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SWISS HOTELS WONDROUS Ctand In Solitary Grandeur, But LacK Nothing That Makes for Comfort of Traveler. You may climb up the heights by the aid of railways, funiculars, racks-and-plnlons, diligences and sledges, and when nothing but your own feet will take you any further you will see In Switzerland a grand hotel, magic ally and Incredibly raised aloft In the mountains. 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