V
L f V " 1,6 Ba,J Mrnetly. "I've got a
teal knockout surprise for you, young
fellow! Pembroke mas waiting at the
flice of the hotel. That n, his man
be sent here He knew we were leav
tng New York before we started. He
was telephoned to from the Grand Con
iral Btation. That's how skilfully they
work In these mad days of frenzied
finance.
"He didn't wait to take a train-he
came by motor. And just to show you
what a smart little fellow you are for
wanting to close at their price at
i.oon today, I, who represented my.
elf as Henry Wilson, your secretary
have given them till eleven o'clock to
morrow to close the deal at fifteen
hundred thousand dollars.
"He's burning up every telegraph
and telephone wire between here and
Cleveland right now, and, unless I
miss my guess, I'm making you richer
by several hundred thousand dollars
;ust proving to you the value of pa
Hence. Fifteen hundred thousand dol
lars! A million and a half!"
. He had been leaninir termor f
In his chair. Now he cast himself
backward in an attitude of satisfied
tse.
"What do you think of that?" he
tisked.
"Bob," said Broadway slowly '1
can't sell this plant." '
"You can't!" It was an exclamation
of amazement.
"You don't know." said Broadway
dreamily. "You haven't heard. Now,
Just think of what I'd be selling. Here's
the thing my grandfather worked for
and handed down to my father; and
the thing my father worked for and
(handed down to me; and it's the thing
that I should work for and hand down
to my children, and then to theirs, and
Iso on and so on.
Wallace looked at him with incredu
lity too great, at first, for words
When they finally came they were ex
plosive. "Say" he cried. "What the
the matter with you?"
CHAPTER IX.
On the way to the hotel, after they
t&ad left the Judge's house, Broadway
tried to tell Bob Wallace what, in
deed, was the matter with him, but
tould not, for he had not the least
Idea.
"Do you really mean to keep the
plant?" asked Wallace skeptically.
"Yes, and pass it to my children,"
aid the dazed young gentleman.
"You haven't any children, you con
founded ass!"
"And they'll pass it to their chil
dren," said the coming magnate of the
hewing gum trade.
"I think you're crazy."
"Bob, it's a cinch. But let me tell
frou." And he tried to, with but slight
liuccess.
Wallace was a shrewd young man.
"Is it your conscience or the girl that
jfcas driven you insane?" he asked.
"I'm thinking about Jonesville. My
'.grandfather built this town."
"Well, he made a blamed bad Job
laf it. Why didn't he build a place a
jnan could get a decent drink In while
Ike was about It?"
"And my father kept it going."
i "Well, he didn't keep it going very
llast"
"And now I've got to keep my faith
with it. It is a sacred duty. I must
tot abandon it."
i "Say." said Wallace, in disgust
Where did you get that stuff? Have
lyou gone out and tried to get a decent
trlnk here? This town ought to be
abandoned. It ought to be put out
laf Its misery."
"The trust would close the plant and
ruin all these people."
"You'd think they were first cousins,
to hear you talk about them."
"Bob," Broadway chided ia a toft
and earnest voice, "they are far more
than that; far. far more than that
They are charges placed by Providence
Ha the care of the Jones family. And,
Bob, I'm the last of the Joneses."
"Let us hope there'll never be an
lather like you."
"There'll never be one more earnest,
you can bet on that, Bob!"
They were in a shady stretch of
Ifaln street, and, at night a shady
tretch of Main street, Jonesville, la
bout the darkest spot on earth out
aide of Africa.
"Let's stop right here, in the dark,
till you get over It," said Wallace. "It's
late, but there might be some mad
dened, Joyous Jonesville roisterer to
aee if you went into the light"
"I mean every word of it. There are
no roisterers in Jonesville; they're all
honest workingmen, horny-handed gum
makers, tollers for the fortunes of my
family. That' why I'm protecting
them."
"The horny hand of some insane
asylum guard will be upon your shoul
der if you don't watch out"
"Ha, ha! Ha, bar iaughed Broad
way aomewfcat cackllngly.
think you're going to be violent!"
eald Wallace. "He'll probably need
both horny hands. But he'll subdue
you! Now, try to give me some co
herent notion of what's the matter
with you, will you?"
"I've awakened to my duty."
"Time you did; you've bad a nice
long nap. What do you aee, now you
have aroused?"
"A pleasant little city, working hap
pily at well-paid Industry. I'm the pay
master. A great nation, wagging tire
less Jaws. They're chewing the Jones
'ni lones' rum. mind vou: not some
gum that the Consolidated puis up
against the public as Just as good a
that my ancestors made famous. I
see"
"For heaven's sake, shut up! You'll
aee snakes If this keeps on. That lem
onade that Mrs. Spotswood gave you
has gone to your empty head."
"It was not the lemonade that Mrs.
Spotswood gave me, it was the touch
ing line of talk that er that Josle
Richards gave me." He paused while
Wallace waited with his law loos
On Jts hlnM MHt in
queen ?"
"So that's itr
But he marie no further protests. He
was a levelheaded youth, was this
joung advertising man. He knew as
well as anyone that if the trust feared
and wished to purchase the Jones
Rum it could be but because the trust
I new that the Jones gum was a dan
gerous competitor. If. managed as It
had been, unadvertlsed, it had been a
dangerous competitor to . the trust,
then it was worth having emphatical
ly worth keeping.
And some day Broadway must do
something. He could not forever plav
the idler on the Great White Way.
even if his millions were unumbere.l.
It was no life for an actual man, and
Bob was sure that hidden somewhere
in his friend were the true elements
of worthy mnnhood. Nothing had oc
enrred to bring them out. that was all.
lie thought they might be coming now.
Reaching the hotel, they found the
place In utter darkness. Not a. light,
even turned down for the night, was
visible at any window; not a sound of
no iaiuo iiuui me Duuaing save a
rhythmic cadence of some sleeper soft
ly sawing wood with a dull saw.
"The clerk's asleep," said Bob.
"How do you know that Is the
clerk?" asked Broadway, listening crit
ically to the snore.
"I heard him singing when I first
got here, and now I recognize the
voice. He held the tune a little bet
ter, then, thnt'B all."
"Have we got to wake him up?"
"Sure! Why, It's after eleven
o'clock!"
Nothing but the thought of Josie
Richards' eyes could have kept Broad
way at that instant from casting all
his worthy resolutions to the winds,
telling tc the trust and searching out
I Bible upon which to swear that be
sever again would set foot In Jones
ville. But he did remember Josie's
eyes, and so began to hammer on the
loor.
After a quarter of an hour of steady
Hammering, some shouting and a little
whistling, he was rewarded by a sleepy
ind Ill-tempered voice from a slowly
opened window.
"Heavens! Was his window closed!
And yet that snore got out to us!"
"It sawed its way out," Bob suggest
ed. "Well, what ye want?" the .angry
voice inquired.
- "Want to get in."
"At this time the night?"
"Sure. It s always night before we
ever want to go to bed."
"Well, the Grand hotel, it don't thick
much of folks that stays out all night
long, I'll tell you that!" the clerk ex
claimed, as he caine down in bright
red flannels (and not much of that) to
let them in.
"AH night long!"
"Ain't it a quarter after "leven?"
After telephoning Rankin (much to
the clerk's disgust) to hurry to Con
necticut by the first train in the morn
ing, with well packed bags, the two
friends crept upstairs, abashed.
The clerk scorned such a menial
service as attending them, and, in the
excitement left from the rebuke he had
received, Wallace stumbled into the
wrong room. All doors were partly
open, for the night was warm, and no
one feared the midnight interloper,
there In innocent nud simple Jones
ville. Fortunately the moonlight fell upon
the bed, and warned him, otherwise
there might have been a scandal in
Gum Village, in which case the com
plainant (he felt certain from that hur
ried glimpse) would have been a sylph
of close upon two hundred and fifty
pounds.
Wallace made an effort to sit up
and discuss things further with Broad
way, who seemed to be entirely awake,
though dreamy in a strange, unwonted
way, but there were two arguments
gainst this, the first that gnats and
moths swarmed merrily la soon as
the oil lamp was lighted, bringing with
them more than one mosquito, the sec
ond being that he was worn out after
a long day full of various excitements.
"I'm going to bed." he finally de
cided. "Best place for you, Bob, this time
of night. Folks who sit up" '
"Oh, shut up! Good night."
"Good night Bee you in the morn
ing." "Now, why," asked Wallace, after be
had left his friend, "did that boy seem
so glad to have me go to bed? He act
ed Just as if he wanted to kneel down
and pray, but couldn't while a vulgar
herd like me was looking on. Now,
what the devil!"
He got into bed.
Broadway did not go to bed. Instead
he found a pen and ink and some of
the soft, spongy hotel stationery in a
drawer of the bare washstand. He be
gan work with them slowly, painfully.
The pen soon falling, be dug from a
corner of a pocket In bis vest the pen
cil of which be had been so proud
when Pembroke had called on him,
and continued. After an hour'a hard
labor for his brain, the pencil, the soft
paper and the tongue which he contin
ually thrust Into his cheek, he had
completed what he thought a master
piece. He was not sure whether he
would apeak It. the next day. to Josle,
by herself, or to the assembled multi
tude of the mill's employes, but he waa
certain it was great
Having written It be spent another
hour In carefully committing it to
memory (or so he fondly thought) and
then got into bed.
An hour later he tried to sleep the
night out sitting up for the bed waa
such as be had never even read about
When, at last, he fell Into a posturo
less suggestive of repose on garden
rakes and hose than any other bad
been, he dreamed horrid dreams of
broken-hearted villagers, starving In
the streets of Jonesville In such ter
rible profusion that the newspapers re
ferred to It a 'Ponesvllle" and "de
clared 'ad proved to be the
Iti'" ' hi lay, ruin
ing, In the fourth generation, a fine
family name which had, for three,
stood for probity, humanity. Industry
and the best chewing gum of all.
- He suffered terribly ae he Imagined
these grim things and a dozen times
was attacked by reporters who became
so incensed as they wrote their stories
of his villainy that they strove to stab
him with their lead pencils; a hun- !
dred times was set upon by famishing
villagers who wished to pick his ribs
with fang-like teeth, a thousand tlum j
1- ,
Produced a Small Tin Box.
round himself stara and shivering be
fore the bar of justice in a chilly
stretch of space, where the specters of
all worthy Joneses of the past con
fronted him with slim, accusing fin
gers, pointed straight at his terror
stricken stomach.
The dreams were not true night
mares, though, for at the supreme in
stant of each period of peril a white
angel floated to him, rescuing him
from that which threatened him. And
this white angel, graceful, large-eyed,
smiling and beneficent, was always
Josie Richards. As soon as she had
rescued him each time, he spoke his
speech to her, and she wept on his
shoulder.
The result of such a night of agony
was, naturally, that they slept later
in the morning than was the Jonesville
custom. When half past eight arrived
and they had not appeared, the wife
of the proprietor sent him uitairs to
eee If they had not decamped without
paying for their rooms, or if, per
chance, they had not come there sui
cidally inclined.
She crept up behind her liege lord
fearfully, and peeped across his shoul
der as he opened each unlocked door
in turn. Finding that they were but
peacefully asleep, she was both
shocked at such unheard-of indolence,
and cheated at the lack of tragedy, so
she snorted, "Scandalous!" as she
crashed down each step.
She was a very solid woman, widely
built. Wallace had noticed that the
night before when he had peeped in
through the door. Had she been aware
of that terrific episode, she would have
screamed for the village constable and
had him locked up in the calaboose.
Broadway had his high triumphant
moment when it became apparent that
Wallace would of necessity go to the
village barber shop. Having come
away In flight from Mrs. Gerard with
out bags or luggage of whatever kind,
he had no razor with him.
"My whiskers are so whitish that
they will not begin to show until the
afternoon!" Broadway exulted. "By
that time Rankin will be here with
bags.'
T"li
11 wait for him. I won't see any"
"You'll be sure to see the Judge's
daughter. All the Jonesville girls that
work at the gum factory get up at six
o'clock. The Idle, aristocratic class,
like Clara, stay in bed till seven."
"Well, where Is It. then?" said Wal
lace In an evil temper.
"What? The village barber shop?
Next door." Broadway wrung his
band. "Good-by old chap; good by.
Ill"
"Just give my love to Broadway,"
Wallace begged.
Jackson Jones grew sober In an in
stant. "I don't expect I'll see much
of It for a while."
"It must be permanent!" said Wal
lace. "It has lasted through the long
est night the world has ever known."
The day already was well under way
at the Jones factory. Josie had been
at her managerial desk not less than
an hour and probably an hour and a
half when Wallace started for the bar
ber shop.
It was a very trying morning for the
girl. The events of the night before
had much upset her, and her sleep had
been as much disturbed as Broadway's,
although, perhaps, less physically
painful.
She had been terribly in earnest in
everything which she had said to him
about his duty to the village which had
made him rich, his duty to the family
whose name he bore, his duty to him
self; she had been Intensely worried,
still waa intensely worried, lest all
which she had aald might go for
naught falling to Impress him perma
nently. He had doubtless meant well when
be left her, but would that good Inten
tion stand the test of Wallace's rldl
i-ule (she felt certain Wallace would
oppose ber plan) and his own contem
plation of the future for a night?
She had a hazy notion of what the
lfe of Idle rich youth in New York
nust be, but Imagined that it must
-(tract with vivid power, and she could
-ruess that Jonesville did not Would
' hold firm in the determination
ilch she felt sure he had formed?
Vhen the Judge came in he found
wondering and worrying as she
r some papers she had sen'
N: ' -a.
9
f :-s
WW
clerk to get. Already she had almost
finished the statement of affairs which
she had promised to give Broadway.
"Well, I Just came over from th
Irand hotel." the Judge began.
"Fid you see the young man?"
"Only for a minute." The Judge
aughed Indulgently. "He was eating
ireakfast In his room, and his valet
iad Just borrowed some hot flat lions
nd was pressing out his clothes." The
'idge's laughter became very hearty.
Even Josie smiled; but the fact that
'hey had brought a valet with them
as a bit of news to her. She ex
pressed surprise.
The Judge laughed again. "Oh, he
just got here this morning. It seems
they both came off without any bag
page, bo they telephoned the valet, late
last "night, to bring them on some
clothes."
"It muBt have been very late, for it
was almost eleven w hen they left your
house, wasn't It?"
"Oh, those New York people they
don't think a thing of sitting up till
all hours midnight, sometimes Inter'"
m juu? preened nimseit a little
after this sensational statement, and
ole, tho.igh one ., heard such wild
tales Inlhe past, was much Impressed
by this one. It seemed so much more
possible, more real, now that she had
seen Broadway in his maturity. How
exciting It must bo to stay up, right
along, till midnight! Hut it must
strain one's health. She hoped he
would not do it often in the future!
She was beginning to feel a definite
personal interest In the youth's health.
ucu a utco young maul For him to
dissipate tils life away oy staying up
at night, that way
"lie promised to be here at ten-fif
teen," she ventured.
"Yes; that's what brought me over.
He asked me to tell you that he'd be a
little late. I guess he didn't sleep very
well. He says he had a lot of horrible
dreams. What sort of a talk did you
have with him last night, anyhow!"
"Didn't he tell you?"
"No; he left the house soon after
you did. You must have said some
thing that upset him. He acted dread
fully worried."
Josie bent above her work. She
sould not tell even the Judge of the
Intensity of feeling which she had put
nto that long conversation w ith Broad
way.
She had not slept so very well her
self. She had wondered If he thought
her bold, ofllclous, to have given him
advice so freely, to have told him what
she had about what bIih believed to
be his duty. She knew that, now and
then, she had been almost Impassioned
In her plea for Jonesville and It
people. She wondered If he thought
her silly, over-earnest. But she told
the Judge none of these things. They
were hidden In her heart That heart
had known a lot of turmoil since
Broadway had come back.
"I simply told him the true state of
affairs and explained to him what the
plant meant to the town," she said
and bent above her papers on the
desk.
"What did he say?" asked the persis
tent Judge.
Much as "she loved the Judge, she
wished that he would go away and
question her no further. There was a
little feeling In her heart that she must
file that talk with Broadway among
the things which she held sacred. All
women have a secret file of memories
f that sort. She could not talk about
It.
"He said nothing very much,"
Then a detail of his talk which had
Intensely puttied her came back to
her, and she decided to discuss it with
the Judge.
"He kept inquiring how much cash
we had." She smiled, not critically.
'He doesn't seem to be much of a
business man."
"He struck me that way, too," the
Judge said gravely. "Did he aay the
trust made him an offer?"
She sighed. "Yes." Ah. If she had
failed to move him! He might al
ready have accepted it, and then what
would be the fate of Jonesville! This
thought made her very nervous.
The Judge nodded wisely. 'That's
what I thought"
She sighed again. There was a long
silence, full of troubled thoughts.
"Did he talk as If he Intended to
sell?" the Judge asked finally.
She worked at her papers nervously
momunt before jthe framed the words
of her repTy Tin 'afraid ThaTs wliat
he's thinking of, Judge." After a si
lent moment she straightened out
more papers, and then looked up again.
'We must do all we can to influence
him against It."
The Judge nodded, then rose, and
after a worried turu about the great,
bare room, approached her and stood
facing ber with eyes intently on ber
face. "You have Influence with him.
Josie."
She could not meet his eyes, yet was
not certain why. She hoped that what
he said was true, yet scarcely dared to
think It. "Do you think so?" she asked
somewhat weakly.
The Judge answered in a hearty
voice, full of real confidence. "I know
It. You made a great Impression on
him. He likea you, Josle."
This was entirely unexpected. It
confused her. vn In the officf whr
he had so trained herself to buslnetM
that nothing ordinarily could affect
her. She felt that she could rightly
show rejoicing at the news, tor It
boded well for Jonesville, but, at the
same time, she was Inwardly aware
that it was not because it boded well
for Jonesville that she really waa
pleased by It
"Oh, nonsense, Judge!"
But he was very much In earnest It
was plain enough that he attached no
significance other than commercial to
this liking of which he spoke. It waa
a fortunate fact, and that was all.
"H thin vou know your business."
Bonow sne was intensely dlsap-
poliutu Fo. 'hi tie criticised her
elt W . better than to
Lave the owner of The "enTerprlBe 61
which she virtually was manager think
she knew her business? This was cer
tainly good reason for congratulation.
She must not be silly. Confidence in
her ability at business might even help
to influence him toward refusing to
sell out. If she could but Impress him
with the fact that she was able, might
It not be possible that his confidence
In largo future profits would weigh
powerfully?
To her surprise she heard a chuckle
from the Judge and when she looked
at him discovered definite amusement
on his face.
"Aud after you had gone last night,
he Just raved about your eyes!" the old
man happily Informed her.
"My eyes!" She felt the blood
mounting to her cheeks and tried to
hide them with an Industry which kept
her bent above her papers. If he had
raved about her eyes then the Impres
sion she had made on him w as not en
tirely commercial!
"That's what he did! He said you
had the bluest eyes bo'd ever seen!"
Now the Judge laughed heartily.
She flushed with sudden wrath.
"Why, Judge, my eyes are gray!"
The Judge himself was now sur
prised. He had believed them brown.
"Are they?" t He arose, went to her,
and, through his thlck-lensed enecta-
cles, peered at her face. "Why, bo
iney are!" He walked away, non
plussed. "Well, what do you think of
that!"
"I think"
"Perhaps he's color blind." th 1
said hopefully. "I guess I have been."
"Aiayoe that is It."
They were Interruntud bv Han Hi.
gins. The foreman, It appeared, wished
to talk to Josle. Sam had a way of al
most shutting both him even and throw.
Ing back his head when he announced
wings or tnis kind.
"Yes," said Josle. with the Indlffer.
ence of the business woman who has
long been of authority, "I'll aee him In
Just a few minutes."
Sam whirled slowly, went to the door
and loudly delivered her message, as
If his voice must reach to the factory's
farthest end.
This focused the Judge's attention
Upon something he had benn ranaMer.
Ing. He leaned above the desk "and
spoKe to Josle confidentially. "I
thought of soraethlm? on the wav over.
Josie. Nobody but us knows that the
young reuow is in town. He registered
at the Grand, you know, under the
name of Jackson. Maybe the people
In the plant are getting nervous."
"Yes, they are." she eranted. "Th
have been so many rumors of the sale.
i ra worried. '
"Well, then, don't you think it might
be a good thing to spread the news
around among, the men a little?"
Clara Spotswood.
She evidently agreed, for she vigor
ously nodded and tapped a bell. "Per
haps it would be a good Idea."
Noting that ahe had rung the bell,
the judge held up a warning hand.
"Don't do it that way. You leave It to
me. t won't have totell more than
one or two of them." He chuckled. "IH
step In on my way out and tell you
what effect It haa."
"Yes. do, Judge."
"Are you ready for Hlgglns?"
"Yes; ell him to come in."
Going to the door, the judge beck
oned to the man, who waa waiting In
the shop beyond, and the rangllng,
plainly heavy-minded and exceedingly
Intense foreman entered.
"How do you feel today, Joe?" the
Judge asked kindly.
"I don't feel very well," Hlgglns an
swered gloomily and frowning.
The Judge looked at him, smiling,
not entirely with approval. "You nev
er do, do you, Joe?" Hlgglns made no
answer; the Judge laughed and disap
peared. "Well, what Is It, Hlgglns r Josle In
quired without delay, looking up at the
unpleasantly faced creature as if ah
had no time to waste.
He came forward lurchlngly, nerv
ously twisting his cap In powerful
hands; but there was nothing of the
suppliant about him; rather be seemed
almost to be inclined to threaten. "I
want to ask you a question, Miss Rich
ards." "Go right ahead."
"I'll expect you to tell me the truth
now!"
She flashed an angry look at him.
"I'm not in the habit of lying."
He gazed at her with lowered head
aj)dIrownlng face. His words cam
2vJ
slowly, as if he found It difficult to flnJ
them; but he did not speak with heet
latlon; indeed, there was that about
Urn which hinted at the labor unlosj
orator.
"I'm talking for every man In tn
plant." he began, w Ith rising voice, esv
deavorlng to be Impressive. "We ba4
a meeting this morning, and we waaf
to know whether this concern la going?
Into the trust or not! We decided that
we're entitled to some lnformafkn
and that's what I'm here for; to find
out what you know about It."
This naturally angered her. 8h
was not one to be browbeaten, and ha'
was plainly trying to browbeat he,
She flushed vividly. "I don't know
anything about It"
Ills voice reached a tone higher fa
its pitch. "Well, if you don't, wa
does?"
"I'm sure I don't know."
Now, he was definitely bullying.
"Well, we must have an answer, oat
way or the other, it's our work and
our living, and we've got to know
where w e are at."
She paid no attention to his deflnlM
ly offensive manner now. "You'll have '
to get your information from the roaa
who owns the plant."
"Well, where'a he?"
"Right here In town."
He was amazed. He had not dreamed
of this. "Young Jones here In town?
"Tee; he's stopping at the Oraas
hotel."
"When did he get here?"
"Last evening."
"Have you seen hlra?"
"Yes."
It was plain enough that Hlgglsj'
most vivid suspicions were aroused.
He looked at her accusingly. Ills vole
was even louder than It had been. "H
got here last evening, eh? Then that
settles it!" He went to her desk anal
leaned across it as If indicting her.
"He came here with that trust fellow,
didn't he?"
Now she, in turn, waa really sae
r!sed. "What trust fellow r
I "Pembroke; on of the head men ot
' lie Consolidated."
None but a fool could have doubted
her amazement and her worry as aha
rose and walked closer to htm. "I
Pembroke here In town?"
"Oh," he sneered. "You didn't know
that, eh?"
"I certainly did not."
He did not quite believe her, fat
took a certain pleasure In Imparting
"The Business Will Need Your At"
tentlon."
the distressing news to her, on &
chance that she waa truthful and ha
not before heard It "Well, he's hra
Several of the men saw him and reoosw
nixed him. I suppose he's her wltifr
Jones to close us out Is that It?" .
"I don't know any more about ft
than you do, Hlgglns."
- This did not Impress or interest hiss.
"You say the young fellow's stopplaf'
at the Grand?"
"Yes."
"Well, nobody here knows anything
about It."
"I believe he registered under an
other name." She could have bitten
off her tongue for letting this slip out.
Instantly the man assumed that thl
confirmed his most unfavorable prog
nostications. "Ah, ha! Well, what did
he do that for?"
"How should I know?"
"Well." he shouted. "I guess I do!
It's because he is a sneak ! He knows
it's a rotten thing he's doing and he's
afraid of the consequences." He strode
up and down the room In deep and
heavy thought "The men are not la
a very good temper, and, you mark my .
words, there'll be the devil to pajr'
around her before this day's over un
less we get sow satisfaction and And"
out exactly what he Intends to dol"
Josie looked at him with cold and
angry eyes. For an Instant sh had
been frightened. She had got th bet
ter of her fear now, and In ber vole
were both contempt and warning. 1
woukln't talk Ilk that. If I wer you,
Hlgglns!" ,
He approached her threateningly!
"Oh, you're on their aide, ar you? I
thought so!"
Again he went clo? iter, almost
as if he meant to do her some vio
lence. His face was black with rage,
bis fists wer clenched.
1 never did believe in you. I told
th men this morning. For all w
know, you've been working for th in
terests of th trust ail th tlmeX"
(To be Continued)
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