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Shirley sat down at the type
writer as she had been directed
and began to write mechanically.
Mr. Graham touched the bell on
his desk, and told the office boy
who answered to send in Mr.
Kremnitz and his companion.
Shirley was so seated that she
could get occasional glimpses of
the men without being noticed,
ind she was especially interested
rn file twinkle that shone in the
bright blue eyes of the elder Gra
ham as he surveyed the men who
thought he was their dupe. Her
heart warmed to him. His kind
ly, merry face, his hearty, un
conventional speech, all showed
him to be a big, warm hearted
man without a bit of snobbish
ness about him.
The son came in, and talk be
gan just as if the matter of the
mine were going on. Mr. Krem
nitz produced some papers which
he evidently expected to be
signed at once, and sat complac
i cntly answering questions; keen
questions Shirley saw they, were
afterwards, and in the light of
the revelation she had overheard
in Mr. Barnard’s office Krem
nitz perjured himself hopelessly
by his answers. Presently the of
fice-boy announced the arrival of
some one in the next room. Shir
ley had taken down minutely a
great deal of valuable informa
tion which the Grahams had to
gether drawn from their victim.
She was surprised at the list of
wealthy business men who were
to have been involved in the
scheme.
men suuuemy me quiet scene
, changed. The elder Graham
gave a signal to his office boy,
which looked merely like wav
ing him away, and the door was
flung open, revealing four offi
cers of the law, who stepped into
the room without further word.
Graham arose and faced his two
startled callers, his hand firmly
planted on the papers on his desk
which he had been supposed to
sign.
“Mr. Krcmnitz,” he said, and
even in the midst of this serious
1 business Shirley fancied there
was a half-comic drawl to his
words. He simply could not help
letting his sense of humor come
on top. “Mr. Krcmnitz, it is not
going to be possible for me to
sign these papers this morning,
as you expected. I do not feel
satisfied that all things are as
you have represented. In fact,
I have the best evidence to the
contrary. Officer, these are the
gentlemen you have come to ar
rest,” and he stepped back and
waved his hand toward the two
conspirators, who sat with
startled eyes and blanched faces,
appalled at the sudden develop
ments where they had thought
all was moving happily toward
their desired end.
“Arrest! Who? On what
charge?” flashed the little gaudy
Krcmnitz, angrily springing to
his feet and making a dash to
ward tht' door, while his compan
ion slitl furtively toward the oth
er end of the room, evidently
hoping to gain young Graham’s
office before he was noticed. But
two officers blocked their way
and the handcuffs clanked in the
hands of the other two police
men.
Why, arrest you, my mend,
said Graham Senior, as if he rath
er enjoyed the little man’s dis
comfiture. “And for trying to
perpetrate the biggest swindle
that has been attempted for 10
years. I must say for you that
you’ve worked hard, and done
the trick rather neatly, but you
made one unfortunate slip that
saved all us poor rich men. It
seems a pity that so much elab
orate lying should have brought
you two nothing but those brace
lets you’re wearing—they don’t
' seem to match well with your oth
er jewels-Jbut that’s the way
things go in this world. Now,
take them away, officer. I’ve no
more time to waste on them this
morning!” and he turned and
walked over by Shirley’s desk,
while the curtain fell over the
brief drama.
“Do you know how much
1 money you’ve saved for us, little
j girl—just plain saved? I’ll tell
I you. A clean $100,000! That’s
what I was going to put into this
affair! And as for other men,
I expected to influence a lot of
other men to put in a good deal
also. Now% little girl, I don’t
, know what you think about it,
> but I want to shake hands.” He
1 put out his hand and Shirley laid
her own timid one in it. smiling
‘ i
M—wiim in i ii <■ i i ' metmam
and blushing rosily, and saying
softly with what excited breath
she had, “Oh, I’m so glad I got
yrou in time!” Then she was
aware that the man had gone on
talking. “I don’t know what
you think about it,” he repeated,
“but I feel you saved me a clean
$100,000, aud I say that a good
percentage of that belongs to
you as a reward of yrour quick
ness and keenness.”
But Shirley drew away her
hand and stepped back, her face
white, her head up, her chin tilted
proudly, her eyes very dark with
excitement and determination.
She spoke clearly and earnestly.
“No, Mr. Graham, nothing
whatever belongs to me. I don’t
want any reward. I couldn’t
think of taking it. It is utterly
out of the question!”
“Well, well, well!” said the
elder Graham, sitting down on
the edge of his desk, watching
her in undisguised admiration.
“Now that’s a new kind of girl
that won’t take what she’s
earned—what rightly belongs to
her.”
Mr. Graham, it was a very
little thing I did—anybody
would have done it—and it was
just in the way of simple duty.
Please don’t say anything more
about it. I am only too glad to
have had opportunity to give a
little help to people who have
helped me so much. I feel that
I am under deep obligation to
your son for making it possible
for us to live in the country,
where my mother is getting
well.” i
“Well, now I shall have to in
quire into this business. I
haven’t heard anything about
obligations, and for my part I
feel a big one just now. Perhaps
you think it was a very little
thing you did, but suppose you
hadn’t done it. Suppose you’d
been too busy, or it hadn’t oc
curred to you to take down that
conversation until it was too
late; or suppose you hadn’t had
the brains to see what it would
mean to us. Why, then it would
have become a very big thing in
deed, and we should have been
willing, if we had known, to pay
a mighty big sum to get that
evidence. You see $100,000 isn’t
exactly a very little thing when
you’re swindled out of it. It’s
the swindling that hurts more
than the loss of the money. And
you saved us from that. Now,
young lady, I consider myself
under obligation to you, aud I
intend to discharge it somehow.
If I can’t do it one way I shall
another, but in the meantime I’m
deeply grateful, and please ac
cept our thanks. If you are will
ing to add one more to your
kindness, I shall be glad if you
will make a carbon copy of those
shorthand notes you took. I may
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ik uu UK/iu -tvj*. c » mvuvi. i iuiu, wj
the way, you will probably be
called upon to testify in court.
I’m sorry. That may be unpleas
ant, but I guess it can’t be
helped, so you see before you get
through you may not think you
did so very small a thing after
all. Sid, I think you batter es
cort this yotfng lady to her of
fice and explain to Barnard. He’s
probably been on the verge of
being buncoed also. You said
Kremnitz was waiting for him
when the conversation took
place? I guess you better go
with Miss Hollister and clear the
whole thing up. Say, child, have
you had your lunch yet? No, of
course not. Sidney, you take her
to get tome lunch before she
goes back to the office. She’s
had an exciting morning. Now,
goodby, little girl. I sha'n’t for
get what you’ve done for us, and
I’m coming to see you pretty soon
and get things squared up.”
So that was how it came about
that in spite of her protests Mr.
Sidney Graham escorted Shirley
Hollister into one of the most
exclusive tea rooms of the city,
and seated her at a little round
table set for two, while- off at a
short distance Miss Harriet Hale
sat with her mother, eating her
lunch and trying in vain to
“place” the pretty girl she did
not recognize.
It never occurred to her for a
moment that Sidney Graham’s
companion might be a stenog
rapher, for Shirley had a knack
about her clothes that made her
always seem well dressed. That
hat she wore had seen service for
tliree summers, and was now a
wholly different shape and color
from what it had been when it
began life. A scrub in hot water
had removed the dust of toil,
some judiciously applied dye had
settled the matter of color, and a
trifling manipulation on her head
while the hat was still wet had
made the shape not only exceed
ingly stylish but becoming. The
chic little rosette and strictly
tailored band which were its sole
trimming were made from a
much soiled waist ribbon, washed
and stretched around a bottle of
hot water to dry it, and teased
into the latest thing in rosettes
by Shirley’s witching fingers.
The simple linen dress she wore
fitted well and at a distance
could not have been told from
something better, and neither
were gloves and shoes near
enough to be inspected critically,
so Miss Ilale was puzzled, and
jealousy watched the pretty col
or come and go iu Shirley’s
cheek, and the simple grace of
her movements.
Fortunately, Shirley did not
see Miss Hale, and would not
have recognized her if she had
from that one brief glimpse she
had of her picture on the society
page of the newspaper. So she
ate her delectable lunch, ordered
by Graham, in terms that she
knew not, about dishes that she
had never seen before. She ate
and enjoyed herself so intensely
that it seemed to her she would
never be able to make the rest
of her life measure up to the priv
ileges of the hour.
a ur was a, normal gin.
She could not help being pleased
to be doing just for once exactly
as other more favored girls did
constantly. To be lunching at
Blanco’s with one of the most
sought after men in the upper
set, to be treated like a queen,
and to be talking beautiful
things about travels and pictures
and books, it was all too beauti
ful to be real. Shirley began to
feel that if it didn’t get over
pretty soon and find her back in
the office addressing the rest of
those envelopes she would think
she had died in the midst of a
dream and gone to heaven.
There was something else too
that brought an undertone of
beauty, which she was not ac
knowledging even to her inmost
self. That was the way Graham
looked at her, as if she were
some fine beautiful angel
dropped down from above that
he loved to look at; as if he really
cared what she thought and did;
as if there were somehow a soul
harmony between them that set
them apart this day from others,
and put them into tune with one
another; as if he were glad, glad
to see her once more after the
absence! All through her being
it thrilled like a song that brings
tears to the throat and gladness
to the eyes, and makes ’one feel
strong and pure. That was how
it seemed when she thought about
it afterward. At the time she
was just living it in wonder and
thanksgiving.
At another time her sordid
worldliness and pride might have
risen nad swelled with haughti
ness of spirit over the number of
people who eyed her enviously as
they went out together; over the
many bows and salutations her
escort received iroin people ot
evident consequence, for she had
the normal human pride some
where in her nature as we all
have. But just then her heart
was too humble with a new,
strange happiness to feel it or
take it in, and she walked with
unconscious grace beside him,
feeling oidy the joy of being
there.
Later, in the quiet of her cham
ber, her mother’s warning came
to her, and her cheeks burned
with shame in the dark that her
Heart had dared make so much of
a common little luuehean, just
a common little luncheon, just
been able to do ar favor. Yet
through it all Shirley knew there
was something fine and true
there that belonged just to her,
and presently she would rise
abo_ve everything and grasp it
and keep it hers forever.
She felt the distinction of her
escort anew when she entered
Barnard & Clegg's in his com
pany, and saw Mr. Clegg spring
to open the door and to set a
chair for his young guest, saw
even Mr. Barnard rise and greet
him with almost reverence. And
this honor she knew was being
paid to money, the great dema
gogue. It was not the man that
she admired to whom they were
paying deference, it was to his
money! She smiled to herself.
It was the man she admired, not
his money.
All that afternoon she worked
with flying fingers, turning off
the work at marvelous speed,
amused when she heard the new
note of respect in Mr. Barnard’s
voice as he gave her a direction.
Mr. Barnard had been greatly
impressed with the story Gra
ham had ^old him, and was also
deeply grateful on liis own ao- j
count that Shirley had acted as
she had, for he had been on the
verge of investing a large trust
fund that was in his keeping in
the nejv mining operation, and it
would have meant absolute fail
ure for him.
When Shirley left the office
that night she was almost too
tired to see which trolley was
coming, but some one touched
her on the arm, and there was
Sidney Graham waiting for her
beside his ear—a little two-pas
senger affair that she had never
seen before and that went like
the wind. They took a road they
had not travelled together be
fore, and Shirley got in joyously,
her heart all in a tumult of
doubts and joys and questions.
CHAPTER XVIII.
What that ride was to Shirley
she hardly dared let herself think
afterwards. Sitting cozily beside
Graham in the little racing car,
gliding through the better pari
of town all the tall, imposing
houses slept -with drawn blinds,
and dust-covered shutters pro
claimed that their owners were
far away from heat and toil. Out
through wide roads and green
hedged lanes, where stately man
sions set in flowers and mimic
landscapes loomed far back from
road in dignified seclusion. Pass
ing now and then a car of people
who recognized Graham and
bowed in the same deferential
way as they had done in the tea
room. And all the time his eyes
were upon her, admiring, delight
ing ; and his care about her, solic
itous for her comfort.
Once he halted the car and
pointed off against the sunset,
where wide gables and battle
merited towers stood gray amidst
a setting of green shrubbery and
trees, and velvety lawns reached
far, to high, trim hedges arched
in places for an entrance to the
beautiful estate.
“That is my home over there/*
he said, and watched her widen
ing eyes. “I wish I had time to
take you over tonight, but I
know you are tired and ought to
get home and rest. Another time
we’ll go around that way.’’ And
her heart leaped up as the car
went forward again. There was
to be another time, then! Ah!
But she must not allow it. Her
heart was far too foolish already.
Yet she would enjoy this ride,
now she was started.
jTo Bo Continued Next Weet)
Mr. Bryan at Baltimore.
From the New York Time*.
It is a persistent political legend that
Mr. W. J. Bryan was the chief instru
ment in bringing about the nomination
of Woodrow Wilson at the Baltimore
convention of 1912. This may be true
In the sense that Mr. Bryan flung him
self against the candidacy of Champ
Clark, and so made another choice pos
sible. Bill that he really desired and
sincerely worked for the nomination of
Mr. Wilson has always been open to
doubt. The doubt is now strongly re
inforcement by the latest instalment of
the autobiography of the late Mr. Mo
combs.
Mr. McCombs was manager for Wil
son at Baltimore, and was afterward
chairman of the national democratic
committee. He was in broken health and
a disappointed man when he wrote
down his recollections, and personal
bias may have entered into some of
his impressions of men wnd events. But
it is not an impression, It is a record,
with time and place noted and lan
guage cited, which he gave respecting
Mr. Bryan's attitude in the final crisis
of the long-drawn-out Baltimore con
vention. Mr. Bryan sent for Mr. Mc
Combs, said to him that Governor Wil
son could not possibly be nominated,
and added: "You should turn your
forces to a progressive democrat like
me."
unless me accuracy ui ima v;«LM uc
disproved or Mr. McCombs’ veracity
successfully Impeached, It ought to help
set Judgments right about events In
1912 and subsequently. Of course, the
whole story is not told in these post
humously printed pages of Mr. Mc
Combs’but if what has been quoted Is,
so far as It goes, the truth of history,
It Is something which Mr. Bryan's
future biographer cannot overlook and
will have to try to explain.
Fight Among Relatives.
From “The New World of Islam’’ (Scrib
ner’s.)
The late war is very generally re
garded as having been one of “race."
The idea certainly lent to the struggle
much of Its bitterness and uncompro
mising fury. And yet, frotrf the genuine
racial standpoint, it was nothing of the
kind. Ethnologists have proved conclu
sively that, apart from certain palaeo
lithic survivals and a few historically
recent Asiatic Intruders, Europe is in
habited by only three stocks: (1) The
blond, long-headed “Nordic" race, (2)
the medlum-eomplexloned, round-headed
"Alpine” race, (3) the brunet, long
headed "Mediterranean” race. These
races are so dispersed and intermingled
that every European nation is built of
at least two of these stocks, while most
are compounded of all three. Strictly
speaking, therefore, the European war
was not a race war at all, but a domestic
struggle between closely knit blood
l datives.
Now all this was known to most well
educated Europeans long before 1914.
And yet It did hot make the slightest
difference. The reason is that, in spite
of everything, the vast majority of Euro
peans still believe that they lit into an
entirely different race category. They
think they belong to the "Teutonic”
race, the “Latin” race, the “Slav” race,
or the “Anglo-Saxon” race. The fact
is these so-called “races” simply do not
exist but are really historical differ
entiations. based on language and cul
ture, which cut sublimely across genu
ine ram lines.
Discovered.
From the Kansas City Star.
“They needed a Songbird In heaven,
so God took Caruso away.” O. death,
there Is thy sting!
—1 - 1 r
Miss Woolley as a Delegate.
From the Hertford Times.
Why shouldn’t there be a woman on
^he list of representatives of the United
States to tlie so-called disarmament con
ference which will meet in Washington
in November? The report that the presi
dent has intimated that a woman will
be named is one which can be believed,
for surely the mothers and sisters and
daughters, to say nothing of the grand
mothers, wives and aunts of the men
who do the fighting have direct in
terest in the establishment ©f perma
nent peace and the reduction of taxa
tion as the men have.
We have in mind a woman who we be
lieve would be an ideal selection for a
place among the American delegates.
We do not know whether she is repub
lican or democrat, but we do know her
as a level-headed, highly intelligent,
earnest humanitarian and student. We
nominate Miss Mary E. Woolley, presi
dent of Mount Holyoke college. Surely
she would ably represent the woman
hood of America, with honor to them and
to herself.
Answered.
From the Kansas City Star.
Women employes oX the federal gov
ernment would like somebody to tell
them why they don't get as much pay
as men employes get in the same classi
fications of the civil service. Well, it's
this way. Men have a natural geniua
for government, while very few women
are able to sit with their feet on a
desk and smoke a cigar with any genu
ine appearance of being busy. Any oth*
er questions?
Wonderful Prospects.
Flora the New York Sun.
"How is your daughter progressing at
the conservatory, Mrs. Knowtall?”
“Fine. We have great hopes of he*
developing into a belladonna.
The Major Knew.
From American Legion Weekly.
It was officers’ mess on the transport
going over, and the shiny young second
lieutenant was getting pointers from the
grizzled old major.
“Tell me, major,” he asked anxiously,
“what does It feel like when one is un
der fire for the first time?”
“Well,” said the major, “it feels Ilka
one wanted to be a baby again—back
in the state—and a girl baby at that.”
Why He Worried.
From the Sydney Bulletin.
“And when I kissed her I smelled to
baceo.”
"You object to a woman who smoke*?*’
“No, but she doesn’t smok*.’’
Early Signs.
From the Louisville Courier-Journal.
“I think the baby is going to be •
dancer.”
“Why so?"
“She keeps examining her toes.”
Disarmament and the Pacific.
From the Japan Times and Mall.
Time after time we have been told, by
statesmen, politicians, commercial lead
ers, and others, that Japan’s troubles
with the United States and in China are
due to the fact that she is not under
stood and that her motives are not ap
preciated. Missions, official and unoffi
cial, have crossed the Pacific from bo,th
shores to help secure this desired un
derstanding. The result of the Vander
llp mission was a suggestion that a Pa
cific conference be held between repre
sentatives of Japan and America. It
has been repeated over and over again
that Japah wants, more than anything
else, a chance to explain herself and thus
to remove the doubts and fears enter
tained in respect to her moves in China,
Siberia, and the South seas, and in re
gard to her difficulties with the Call
forlans.
Now that opportunity 13 offered her,
the opportunity she has long desired,
coming from the ones with whom she
wishes most to clear away misunder
standings, and at the instance of the
ones who have been her closest friends
and allies. There should be no misgiv
ings in Japan, but a general gratifica
tion that the opportunity long sought Is
at Hst at hand, with ail the surround
ing circumstances^ most propitious.
The Canadian government took
over tihe Grand Trunk railway, and
an arbitration board announces that
nothing need be paid stockholders, as
all stock is worthless. All the juice
was squeezed out by manipulators.
Likewise, the government of the
United States would get nothing but
dry lemons if it found it necessary to
take over some American railroads.
The financiers see to that. —
Because of Ills appointment as a
disarmament delegate, Senator
Lodge may be deposed as Senate
leader, it is reported. Senator James
E. Watson, of Indiana, is talked of
as his successor. Lodge is a poor
enough leader, but may we be pro
tected from the leadership of “Jim”
Watson, erstwhile professional lob
byist.
The house on the shores or Sebago
lake in which Nathaniel Hawthorne
lived as a boy and where ho made his
home when he was attending Bowdoin
college, is to be preserved as a com
munity house. At the request of his
uncle, the boy Hawthorne kept a diary
while he lived here and these volume*
are now' In the possession of Rev. Wil
liam C. Norris, of Willimantic, Conn.,
who Is vice president of the new cor
poration. They will be .donated to tha
community house.
The New York Times criticises the at
torney general, Mr. Daugherty, because
he asks congress to change the statute
of limitations and let him, Daugherty,
reach out for profiteers that rolxbed the
government in war. Before long they
would all be safe under the statute of
limitations, free to spend their stolen
money in peace. The Times objects to
the attorney general’s request for a
change in the law. WHY?
If Mr. Daugherty were trying to catch
a thief that had stolen a $2.50 dog from
the Times, the Times would be all for
Mr. Daugherty. Why the sympathy for
profiteers? They can hire good lawyers.
The statutes of limitations are intended
to protect the weak against trumped up
evidence later on. Profiteers do not
need such statutes, ought not to have
them.
It is to be regretted that President
Harding has decided not to include
a veteran of the war among the four
or five chieX delegates to the disarm
ament conference. Surely the men
who did the actual fighting are enti
tled to be represented. Why is it
that they are continually pushed
aside for politicians?
Hadf of the liquor seized by the gov
ernment for violation of the prohibition
law has beer, seised in three states: New
York. Pennsylvania and Maryland.
