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About The North Platte semi-weekly tribune. (North Platte, Neb.) 1895-1922 | View Entire Issue (April 22, 1913)
MHMEN$CMJ)REN BK. . mM DrGE fv 8BL ' ' JCgfSSb3 1" IIlustTa,ticnscy DGMj-LrWIN o synopsis. Hill Cannnn. (ho bonanza king, nnd his taughter. lloso, who liud panned Up Mrs, Cornelius Hyatt's hall at Sun Francisco to nccompany hT father, arrivu nt Antelope. Domlnlck Ilynn rnlln on his mother to beg n hnll Invitation for hi wife, anil Is refused. The determined ohl lady rofusos to recognize her dniiKlitcr-ln-law. Dom lnlck had been trapped Into u mnrrliiKo with IJernlre Iverson. a stenographer, nevcral years his senior. She squanders his money they have freiiue' iimrrels, and lie slips away Cannon h.d Ills daughter ure snowed In at Antelope Domlnlck Ityan Is rescucil from storm In uncon scious condition and hroiiKht to Antelope, lioli-l, Antelope Is cut olt by storm. Ilosn Cannon nurses Domlnlck Imck to life. Two weeks later Hernlco discovers In n paper where hushnnd Is nnd writes letter trying to smooth over dllllcultles botweon them Domlnlck nt last Is nble to Join fellow hnowhound prisoners In hotel par lor lie loses lemper over talk of Huford, nn actor After three weeks, end of lm prlronment Is seen. TeleKnuns and mall arrive Domlnlck Rets letter from wife. CHAPTER VIII. (Continued.) Ho suddenly looked nway from her find, turning to tho chlmnoy-plecc, rested ono hand upon It nnd guzed down nt tlic logs. A charred end projected nnd he pushed It with his slippered foot, Ills down-bent face, (ho lips set nnd brows wrinkled, look ing like tho fnco of a sullen hoy who tins Iwen unjustly punished. An Icy, invnding chill of depression mado Hose's heart Hlnk down Into bottom less dtl'ths, Sho faltered In faint Jones: "Well, you'll bo there soon now." "I don't know," ho nnswered with out moving. "I don't know whether I shall " "You don't know whether you'll bo home i"on? Tho roads are open; tho lioRttmin has romo in." "1 don't know whether I'll go home," lio repented. The snapping of tho flro Bounded loud upen tho silence that followed. The thrill of ntrong emotions rising townrd expression held them In n breathless, lmmovnbloqulotudo. "Don't you want to go home?" snld the young girl, Her voice wns low and sho cleared her throat. In this .interchange of commonplace sontences her henrt had begun to beat so vio lently that It interfered with tho case of hor spedch. ' Domlnlck tanned forward nnd dropped tho crumpled letter into tho fire. "No, I don't want to. I hnto to." To this sho did not reply at all,' and aftor a moment ho continued: "My 'homo Is utiboarablo to mo. It isn't a home. U'h n place whore I eat nnd eloop, nnd I'd prefer doing that any where else, in nny dirty boarding uoubo or fourth-rnto hotel I'd rath er" Ho stopped abruptly nnd pushed thq log farther In. Tho loiter wna caught up tho chimney In a swirl of black ened scraps. "But your wlfo?" snld Rose. This time her volco wna hoarso but oho did not know It. Sho had lost tho consciousness of herself. It was a profound moment, tho docpest sho had so far known, and all tho forces of hor being wcro concentrated upon it, The young man answered with delibera tion, still not moving. "I don't want to soo my wife. We arc wo nro uncongenial. Thoro is nothing but unhapplness betweon us." "Don't you lovo hor?" said tho glrK I "Wo. I never did," ho niiBwored. Tor a moment neither dared speak. They did not look at each other or tlr. They hardly seemed to breathe. A movement, a touch, would have rent 'tho last thin crust of reserve that 'covered what woro no longer unsus pected flrcB. Domlnlck know it, but tho girl did not. Sho was seized by what to her was a sutldon, Inexpli cable fenr, nnd tho Increased, suffo cating beating of her heart made her ifeel dizzy, Sho suddenly wished to fly, to escape from 'the room, and him, and herself. 'Sho turned to go and wns arrested by Corn's voice in tho lhall: i "gay, you folks, aro you in there?" "Corn's vlsago followed hor volco, 'Sho thrust It round tho door-post, beamingly smiling under a recently- applied coat of powder. "Do you want to tncklo n gamo of euchro? Mr. Wllloughby and I'll lay you out cold unless that British mem ory of his has gono back on him and he's forgot all I taught him Inst time." They were too bewildered to mnkc nny response. Hose gnthered up her oont nnd dropped It again, looking stu pldly from it to tho intruder. Cora turned back to the pasHngo, culling; "Hero they nro, Mr. Wllloughby, all .ready and waiting for us. Now we'll Dhow them how to play euchro." Before Wllloughby appeared, ro Hponslve to this cheerful hall, Corn liad, pulled tho chairs round tho tablo nnd brought out the cnrdB. A few mo ments later, they woro seated and tho camo had begun. Corn nnd her part ner woro soon jubilant, Not only did they hold tho enrds, but their adver saries played so badly that tho talo of muny old scores was wiped off. Tho next day tho first movements -of doparturo began. Eurly in tho aft ornoon Duford and Judgo Washburno tartod for Rocky Unr in I'erloy's Alclgh. Tho rond had been broken by the mall-carrier, but was still' so deeply drifted that tho drive wna reck BALMN& MNNER TOMORgpWS TANGLBicic Cogyrfglit IcTkMBDS.MElOTLL CO. oned n toilsome undertaking not with out danger. I'orley's two powerful horses were harnessed In tandem, and I'erloy himself, a mcro pillar of wrap pings, drove them, squatted on a soap box In front of tho two passengers. There woro cries of farewell from tho porch and tappings on the windows as tho slolgh started and sped away to the diminishing jlnglo of bells. A sad ness fell on tboso who watched it. Tho llttlo Idyl of iBolntlon was over. On tho following day Bill Cannon and his daughter were to leave A telegram had boen sent to Ritky liar for a sleigh and horses of t?io proper excellence to bo tho equlpnge of n Bonanza Princess. Hose had spent tho morning pucklng tho valises, and late In the afternoon began a down stairs search for possessions left in tho parlor. Tho dusk was gathering ns she en tered tho room, tho corners of which woro already full of darkness, the fire playing on them with a warm, vary ing light. Waves of radlonflo quivered and ran up tho ceiling, her) nnd there touching tho glazo on a picture glass or chlnn ornament Tho crudo ugli ness of tho plnco tas hidden In this unstendy, transforming comblnntlon of 'shadow and glow. It seemed a rich, romantic spit, flushed with lire that pulsed on an outer cdgO'Of mys terious obscurity, n kouter of familiar, lntlmato life, round vhlch coldness and tho dark pressed. Sho thought the ronm was unoccu pied and advances! trwnrd tho tnble, then stnrted before tho uprising of Domlnlck's tnll tlijuro from a chnlr In n shadowed corner. It was tho first tlmo they had neon each other alone slnco their convemitlon of tho dny before. Roso was r.tnrtlod and agitat ed, and hor brusk backward move ment showed it. Iter volco, however, was natural, almost easy to casual ncss as sho said: "I thought thoro wob no ono here, you'vo hlddon yourself in such a dark corner. I camo to gather up my books and things." Ho advanced Into tho light, looking somberly a her, "It's truo that you're going to-morrow?" he said olmost gruffly, "Oh, yeij, vo'ro really going. Ev erything's br.oD arranged. Horses und a slolgh an expected any moment now from RocVy Bar.' They rest horo all night and tako us down in tho afternoon. I think papn'd go crazy if wo had tr stay twenty-four hours longer." "I'll follov? In n day or two," ho said, "probably go down on Tuesday, tho doctor days." Sho bcgf.h gathering up tho books, rending tho titles, nnd putting nsldo thoso thai woro not hers. "I'm ui sorry It's over," Bho said In n riredccuplcd volco without nny pnrticuHr regret in it. 'Tho Mill on tho Flu-ss Is Mrs. Perlcy's, I think." "I'm sorry, too," ho commented, very low. ' Sho mndo no reply, selected nnother brio):, and as Bho held It up looking at tho back, said: "But it's not llko u regular good by, It's not as if you woro going In ono direction and wo in another. Vo'll soo you In 8nn Francisco, of course." "I don't think so," ho answered. She laid tho book on tho tablo nnd turn ml hor faco toward htm. Ho stood looking Into tho flro, not seeing tho face, but conscious, of it, of Its expres sion, of its every lino. "Do you mean that we're not going to soo you down thoro nt nil?" "Yes. that'B Just about whnt 1 meant,'' ho replied. "Mr. Itynnl" It wns hardly moro tltnn n brenth of protest, but It wns as ntlrrlug to the mnn ns tho whis per of lovo. Ho mndo no comment on It, nnd she snld, with a llttlo moro of Insistence nnd volume: "But why?" "It's host not," ho answered, nnd turned townrd her. Ills' shouldors wcro squnrcd nnd ho held his head as n man does who prepares himself for n blow. His eyes, looking straight into hors, en veloped her in a glance soft nnd burn ing, not n savage glance, but tho en folding, poBE08stvo glance, caressing nnd ardent, pleading and masterful, of n lovor. Tho books that sho was holding fell to tho table, and thoy looked nt each other whllo tho clock ticked. "It's best for mo not) to come," ho said huskily, "novor to come," "Very well," sho faltered. Ho camo a llttlo nearer to hor nnd said: "You know what I mean." Sho turned away, very pale, hor lips trembling. "And you'd llko mo to como If I could If I woro frco?" Ho was closo to her nnd looked down to sea hor face, his own hard, the bones, of tho Jaw showing through tho thin choekH. "You'd llko mo to?" ho urged. Sho nodded, hor lips too dry to speak. "0 Rosol" ho whispered, n whlspor that seemed to melt tho strength of hor heart and mako her unvanquiBhed, maiden pride dissolve into fceblonea. Ho leaned nearer and, tnklng hor by tho nrms Just nbovo tho elbows, drew her to himself, Into an embrace, cIobo and Impassioned, that crushed her against him. Sho submitted pas sively, in a dizzy droam that was nei ther Joy nor pain, but was llko a mo ment of drugged unreality, fearful and beautiful. Sho was unconsclous'of his lips pressed on her hair, but sho felt' tho boating of his heart beneath her cheek, They stood thus for a moment, ris ing nbovo time nnd space. Thoy seemed to have been caught up to a plnnnclo of llfo where tho familiar world Iny far beneath them. A Joy, dlvlno and dreamy, held them, clasped together, motionless and mute, for a single point of tlmo beyond and out side tho limitations that had hereto fore bound thern. Bill Cannon had a question to ask his daughter and ho camo down Btalrs to the parlor where she had told him sho was going. Ho hod dressed him self for supper, tho most lmportnnt Item of his toilet being n pair of brown leather slippers. They were soft rfnd mado no sound, and stepping briskly In them ho ndvnnced to tho half-open parlor door, pushed It open nnd entered tho quiet room. On tho henrth-rug before the tiro stood n woman clasped In tho arms of Dom lnlck Ryan. Though tho fnco was hidden, tho first glanco told him It was his daugh ter. Tho young man'B head was bowed on hers, his brown hair rising above the gleaming blondness of hers. Thoy were absolutely motionless and silent. For on amazed moment tho father stared nt them, .then turned and tip toed out of tho room. - Ho mounted several steps of the staircase and then descended, step ping as heavily as hs could, and, as ho ndvanced on the parlor, coughed with nggrcsslvo loudness. Ho wns on tho threshold when he encountered his daughter, her head lowered, her gnlt quick, almost n fifli. Without n word ho stepped nnldo and lot her pass, tho rustling of her skirt dimin ishing ns she ran up tho hall and mounted tho stairs. Domlnlck waB standing on tho hearth-rug, his head raised llko a stag's; his eyes, wido and gleaming, on tho doorway through which Bhe had passed. Canoon stopped directly in front of him and fixed n stony, menacing glare on him. "Well, Domlnlck Ryan," he snld in a low voice, "I saw that. I enmo In here a moment .ago nnd saw that Whnt hnvo you got to say about it" Tho young mnn turned hlB oyos slowly from vacancy to the angry faco before him. For a moment ho looked slightly dazed, staring blankly at Can non. Then wrath gathered thunder ously on his brow. "Lot mo nlonol" ho said fiercely. LMim "Woll, Domlnlck Ryan," Ho Said, thrusting him aside. "Got out of my way and lot me alonol I can't talk to you now." Ho swept tho elder man out of his path, nnd, lurching nnd stnggering on his wounded feet, hurlod himself out of tho room. CHAPTER IX. Tho Sons of Their Fathers. It wns at tho end of tho- Bonnnza times, thnt porlod of startling upheav als nnd downfalls, when minors had suddouly becomo millionaires, and rich men found themselves paupers, thnt BUI Cannon built his mansion In San FranclBco. Ho had mado his for tune In Virginia City, not In a few motoorlo years, as tho public, who loves plcturosquo histories, was wont to recount rellshlngly, but In a series of broken periods of plenty with lean years in botween. Tho Crown Point and Belcher rise mado him a man of means, and Its collapso was said to have ruined him. Afterward, wise acres shook their heads and there woro rumors that It was not Bill Can non who was ruined. In tho dead porlod which followed this disastrous cataclysm of fortune and confidence, ho was surreptitiously loyal to tho en prlclous town from which men hnd withdrawn their affection nnd belief ns from a beguiling woman, onco loved and trusted, now flnnlly proved false. In thoso Bhort years of mourning and lost faith between tho downfall of Crown Point and tho rise of Con- Virginia and tho Roy del Monte, B1U Cannon "lay low." His growing repu tation ns an expert mining man nnd a rising financier had suffered. Men had disbelieved In him as they, did In Virginia, and ho know tho sweet ness of rovengo when he and tho great camp roso together In titanic part nership and defied them. His detrac tors had hardly done murmuring to gether over tho significant fact that Crown Point "had not scooped every dollar ho had" when tho great ore body was struck on tho thounand-foot level of the Rey del Monte, and Bill Cannon becamo a Bonanza King. That was In seventy-four. Tho same year ho bought tho land In Snn Francisco and laid tho foundation for tho mansion on Nob Hill. Ills wlfo wns still living then, nnd his son nnd daughter tho Inst of seven children, five of whom had died In Infancy wero as yet babies. A year later the house was completed and the Cannon family, surrounded by an aurn of high colored, accumulating anecdote, moved down from Nevada and took possession. Mrs. Cannon, who in her girlhood had been tho prettiest waitress in tho Yuba Hotel at Mnrysvlllo and had tnnrrled Bill Cannon when ho wns an underground miner, wns the subject of much gossip In the llttlo group which at that time mado up San Fran cisco's fashlonablo world. They laughed at her and wont to her enter tainments. They told stories of her small social mistakes, and fawned on her husband for positions for their sons'. Ho understood them, treated them with an open, cynical contempt, and used them. Ho was big enough to realize his wife's superiority, and it amused him to punish them for their patronizing airs by savage Imperti nences that thoy winced under but did not daro resent. Sho was a silent, sensitive, loving woman, who never quite fitted Into the frame his wealth had given her. She did her best to fill tho now role, but it bewildered hor and sho did not feel at ease in it. In her heart she yearned for tho days when her homo hnd been a miner's In a Low Volco, "I Saw That." cnbln In tho foot-hills, her babies had known' no nurso but herself, and her husband had been all hers. Thoso wero her beaux Jours. Sho died some twelve yearB after tho Installation In Snn Francisco. Bill Cannon had loved hor after his fash Ion nnd always respocted her, nnd tho withdrawal of her quiet, sympathetic presence left a void behind It thnt nstonlshed, almost awed him. Tho two children, Eugeno nnd Rose, woro eighteen and thirteen at tho' time. Sho had adored thorn, lived for them, boen a mother at onco tender and Intelli gent, and thoy mourned hor with pas sion. It was to dull the acho left by her death, that Gone., a weak and chnrncterlcBs changeling In this vig orous breed, sought solace in drink. And it was then that Rose, assuming hor mothor's place as head of tho es tablishment, began to Bhow that ca pacity for management, that combina tion of executive power and gentlo force bequests from both parents that added admiration to tho Idolizing lovo tho Bonanza King hnd always given her. The house In which this pampered princess ruled was ono of thoso enor mous structures which a wealth that sought extravagant ways of expending Itself reared upon that protuberance fn tho city's outllno called by San Francisco Nob Hill. Tho suddenly enriched miners of tho Comslock Lodo and the magnates of tho railway had money wnltlng for Investment, and tho building 6f huge houses seemed as good a ono as any other. Here, from their front steps, thoy could see tho city sweeping up from Its low center on to tho slopcB of gird ling hills. It was a gray city, crowd ing down to tho edge of tho bay, which, viewed from thlo height, ex tended far up into tho sky. In sum mer, under nn arch of remote, cold blue, it looked a bleak, unfriendly place, a town In which tho stranger felt a depressing, nostalgic chill. In winter, when tho sun shone warm and tender bb a caress, and the bay and hills were llko a mosaic In bluo and purple gemn, It was a panorama over which tho passer-by was wont to lin ger. The copings of walU offered a convenient resting place, and ho could lean on them, still as a lizard in tho bath of sun. Bill Cannon's house had unbroken command of this vlow. It fronted on It In Irregular, masslvo majesty, with something In Its commanding bulk! ness that reminded ono of its owner.. It was of that epoch when men built their dwellings of wood; and numer ous bay-windows and a sweep of mar ble steps flanked by sleeping stono lions wero considered indispensable adjuncts to tho homo of the rich man who knew how to do things correctly. Round It spread a green carpet of lawns, close-cropped and oven nB vel vet, nnd ngalnst its lower story deep borders of geraniums were banked In slopes of graduated scarlet and crim son. Tho goneral Impression left by It was that of a splendor that would havo been ostentatious and vulgar had not the studied elegance of the grounds and the outflarlng glories of sea, sky nnd hills imparted to it some of their own distinction and dignity. On the day following their depart ure from Antelope, Cannon and his daughter reached home, at nightfall. The obBequiously-welcomlng. butler an Importation from the East that tho Bonanza King confided to Roso he found It difficult to refrain from kick ingacquainted them with tho fact that "Mr. Geno had been up from San Luis. Obispo" for two dnys, waiting for their arrival. Even as ho spoke a masculine voice uttered a hail from tho floor above and a man's figure appeared on the stairway and ran quickly down. Cannon gave a care less look upward. "Ah there, Gene," he observed, turn ing to tho servant who was helping him off with his coat. "Como up to town for a spell?"' Tho young man did not seem to no tice anything especially ungracious In tho greeting or probably was used to it. "Yes, Just up for a look around and to seo how you and Rosoy were. Got snowed in, didn't you?" he said, look ing at his sister. She kissed him affectionately and drew him to tho light where she sub jected him to a sharp, exploring scru tiny. Evidently tho survey was sat isfactory, for sho gave him a llttlo slap on tho shoulder and said: "Good boy, Gene, San Lula is agree ing with you. Yes, we wore snowed in for nearly three weeks. Papa's been half crazy. And you've been in town two days, Preacott says. It must havo been dull here all alone." "Oh, I haven't been dull. I've been going round seeing the boys and" his , sister's sudden, uneasy look checked him and he answered it with quick reassurance of glance and tone. "Everything strictly temperance. Don't you get uneasy. I've lived up to my promises. Tho ranch Is mlno all right, father." Ho had a high, rather throaty voice, which, without seeing his faco, would havo suggested weakness and lack of purpose. Now as ho looked at hlB father with a slight and somewhat foolish air of triumph, tho old man responded to his remark with a sound which resembled a grunt of scornful Incredulity. "Really, Gene," said hia sUter, her manner of fond gratification in marked contrast to her father's rough ness, "that's tho best news I'vo heard for a year. It's worth being anowed up to hear that when you como out. Of course you'll get tho ranch. I al ways know you would. I nlways knew you could pull up nnd bo as straight as nnybody If you tried " The old mnn, who hnd been kicking off his rubbers, here rnUod his head with a bull-ltko movement, and sud denly roared nt the retrentlng butler, who wns vanishing toward tho dining room. "My clgnrs. Where In hell nro they? Why doesn't somebody nttend here?" Tho servant, with a start of alarm nnd a murmured excuse, disappeared for a moment, to reappear, hurrying breathlessly with n box of cigars. Cannon selected ono and turned to tho stairway. "How long are you down for?" ho said to his eon as ho began ascending. "I thought a week, perhaps two," answered tho young man. "A feller gets darned lonely, down there In tho country." There wns something npologotlc, nl most pleading In his words nnd way of speech. He lookod after his fa ther's receding figure as If quite ob UvIoub to tho rudeness of tho largo, retiring back and tho manner of cant less scorn. "Make It three," said tho Bonanza King, turning hla head flllghtly and throwing tho sentenco ovr his houl dor. Geno Cannon was now twenty-nlno years of ago and had drunk since his eighteenth year. H's mother had died In Ignorance of his vice. When hU father discovered It, It simply aug mented tho old man's Impatlonco against tho fceblo youth who would carry on his namo and bo one of th Inheritors of his fortune. Bill Can non had never cared much for his only son. Ho had early seen the stuff of which tho boy was made. "Doesn't amount to a hill of beans," he would soy, throwing tho words at his wlfo over tho bitten end of his cigar. Ho could havo forgiven tho drinking, aa ho could other vices, if Geno had had some of his own force, sorao of that driving power which had carried him triumphant over friend nnd foo. But tho boy had no Initiative, no brains, no energy. "How did I ever como to havo such a son?" ho 'queried some times In an access of disgust In which tho surprise was stronger than tho disgust. Tho question possessed a sort of scientific interest for him which was deeper than tho personal and over which tho disappointed mag nate would ponder. As Geno grew older and his intem perance assumed more serious propor tions, tho father's scorn grew moro open and wbb augmented by a sort of exasperated dislike. Tho Bonanza King had no patience with thoso who failed from Ill-health or the persistent persecutions of bad luck. HIb conten tion was that they should not havo been 111, and they should havo con quered their bad luck. Ho hod not ex cuses for thoso who wero beaten back against the wall only death should be able to do that. But when it cam to a useless, hampering vice, a weak ness that in itself was harmless enough, but that was allowed to gain paralyzing proportions, his original contempt wns Intensified Into a flerco Intolerance which would hnve been terrifying if It hnd not been tempered with an indifferent disdain. Rose's attitude toward her brother was a source of secret wonder to him. Sho loved the fceblo youth; a tlo of the deepest affection existed between them, upon which Gene's intemperance seemed to have no effect The Bonnn za King had always admitted that the ways of tho gentler sex wero beyond his comprehension, but that tho two women he had known best his wlfo and his daughter should havo lav ished tho tenderest lovo upon an in temperate, incompetent, useless weak ling was to him ono of the .fathomless mysteries of life. It was Rose's suggestion that Geno should bo withdrawn from temptation by sending him to the country. Aa tho only son of Bill Cannon ho was the object of a variety of attentions and allurements In the city to which a stronger-willed man might have suc cumbed. The father readily agreed to tho plan. Ho could graciously sub scribe to all Roso said, as the removal of , Gene's amiable visage and .unin spired conversation would not cause ' him any particular distress or Benso of loss. But when Rose unfolded tho whole of her schemo he was not so enthu siastically In accord with her. It was that Geno Bhould be put on his fnthcr's1 ranch the historic Rancho of tho Santa Trinidad near San Luis Obispo as manager, that all responsibility should bo placed In his hands, anil that If, during one year's probation, ho should remain sober and maintain a record of quiet conduct and general good behavior, the ranch should bo turned over to him as his own prop erty, to be developed on such lines aa ho thought best. The Rancho of tho Santa Trinidad was ono of tho finest pieces of agri cultural property In California. Tho Bonanza King visited it once a year, and at intervals received crates of fruit and spring chickens raised upon it. ThlB was about all ho got out of it, but when he heard Roso calmly arranging to havo It becomo Gcne'a property, he felt like a man who sud denly finds himself being robbed. Ho hnd difficulty in restraining a roar of refusal. Had it been any one but Roso ho would not havo restrained it Of course he gave way to her, as ho always did. Ho even gave way grace fully with an effect of a generosity too largo to bother over trifles, not be cause ho felt It but because he did riot want Roso to guess how It "wont against him." Under tho genial bland ness of his demeanor he reconciled himself to tho situation by the thought that Gono would certainly never keep sober for a year, and thnt there wns therefore no fenr of tho richest piece of land In tho state passing into the hands of that dull and incapable young man. Tho year was nearly up now. It had but three months to run and Geno's record had been exemplary. Ho had como to tho city only twice, when his father noticed with n Jealously-watchful eyo that ho hnd been resolutely nbstemlous in the matter of liquor and that his Interest in tho great property he managed had been tho strongest he had so far evinced In anything. The thought that Geno might possibly llvo up to his sldo of the bargain and win tho ranch caused tho old mnn to experience that feeling of blank chagrin which Is tho state of mind of tho unexpectedly swindled. Ho felt llko a king who has been dar ingly and successfully robbed by a Blave. (TO DB CONTINUED.) Drawing tho Line. Patriotism is our proudeBt passion, but we refuse to let it lnduco us to wear a certain sort of hat In tho Inter est of any candidate. Atchison Globo. 5