The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 31, 1905, Page 2

The Sunday Ca the serial rights of Alfred Henry Lewis’ great movel of modera politics, “The President,” and $ ay gives Its readers the fifth installment of what is 3 conceded to be the best and strongest work of this bril- ¥ % liant, trench writer, already % wo well known he author of & ¥ “Wolfville Dayw a “The ¥ { Boss” “The President” will # eppear in weekiy installments ¥ tn The Sunday Cull umtil bod B pletes $ y sobbed harassed way Into fied and flattered. id Righard, c regret wed the s expressibly § however *Our e aid Doro- she crept more s arms, thinking nd do nice CHAPTER X. Hew Storrl Plotted a Vengeance. if she h. 3 not told Bes eart, I would tell repl this ques- a Dorothy all qver though for the first time, and fervor that told how his soul was the work ess wae called in as a consulting en- r of hearts. That blonde tacticlan over the situation with the eye shal. This was the result There must be no clan- lopement. Dorothy t was not a drawbridge castlewicks and donjon were no longer gagged ried to the gltar, and i perforce to dreadful ogres. way match was not cec SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL. : be vulgar; Do- plunged I inclined g th Richard s ax breed to mention should ge of being 1 Richard, mind you, her d of prayer- with all r mother in your ichard's chair with to see Mrs. were act- while he nd fire with pa: way-Harley assuming th oL regrets, control tho n which Hanway- 3 bore te n which the other cided that Storri dinners with the discover a final Hanway-Harley that giv er heart n was gall and He Han- ¢ r concern- Richard said Storri, w people print ) get budget o mad- aught: his br for with m—with him, the odious printer! Bah! we were in Russia; I would out the rogue's life like a Czar would laugh g to succeed in ob- f his Storri!” ley was struck by Richard was Dor- dark.’ She remem- thy's teasing praises of Richard and her talk of how saplently he discoursed with “Uncle Pat’ The praises occurred on that evening when, from her wisdom, she, Mrs. Hanway- Harle ned her innocent child against the or of entertaining one gentleman with the merits of another. Mrs. Hanway-Harley even brought to mind the replies made by her innocent to those warnings; and her own to stir as the suspicion r innocent child had been ghing at h Like all shal- 1k, 2 Harley prided herself upon being as deep as the sea, and it did her self-esteem no good to thir t she had been sounded, not to say charted, by her own daughter, who had gone steering in and out, keeping always the channel of her lity and never once running Little lamps of anger lighted wicks in Mrs. Hanway-Har- as she thus reflected. morning armful of roses? No, Storri was not the moving cduse of their fragrant appearance upon the Harley premises. Storri regretted that he had not once bethought him of this delicate attention. Mrs. Hanway-Har- ley wrung her hands. It was Dorothy who first planted in her the bellef that the flowers were from Storrl. Oh, the artful jade! That was the cause of her timorous objections when Mrs. Han- way-Harley, with the fond yet honor- able curiosity of a mother, spoke of mentioning those flowers to Storri. The perjured Dorothy was aware of their felon origin; doubtless, she even then encuoraged the miserable Richard in his love. As these lights. burst one after the other upon Mrs. Hanway-Harley she n way-Har- J1or could have punished her own-&ullness by beating her head against the wall. However, she restained herselt and ed by Inviting Storri to dinner on the next day but one. Storri, still keep- ing up his tender melancholy, thanked Mrs. Hanway-Harley, accepted, and bows and many sighs to im- upon Mrs. Hanway-Harley his , backed himself out into en Storri was gone Mrs. Hanway- ley resolved on an instant talk with Dorothy—no more the innocent, but the tful one. She would make a last at- tempt to wring from her the name of that lover of the shadows. Should it be Richard—and she was sure of it— aspiring journallst must never cross the Harley threshold. Hanway-Harley, who had the merit of expedition, repaired at once to Dorothy’s Toom. That obdurate beauty was half dr and her mald had ging her hair in two thick as a ship's_cable, As Mrs. Hanway-Harley sed, Poor « other hild! she was hop- might have softened e attitude of the mornt ther as nothing ten- ere gaze; at that, stronomical an- his water pans and the earth was flat, chafe within Dorothy’s girlish Mrs. Hanw d halt in “Cora, you may go,” way-Harley. The black maid gave a parting touch to the braids, in which she con- e sympathy and affec- wisdom of her caste -Harley came to a dig- the middle of the room. said Mrs. Han- n ” L said Mrs. Hanway-Harley, wh‘ were alone, and speaking jn a'%igh, superior vein, “I have coms the name of that man.” “Mr. Storms,” returned Dorothy, tones which for steadiness Mrs. Hanway-Harley's. It was.not the name so much as the relentless frankness that furnished it which overcame Mrs. Hanway-Harley. She sat down with an emphasis so sud- den that it was as though her knees were glass and the blow had broken n. Once in the chalr, she waggled r head dolorously and moahed out in matched gainst upstart vulgariags who, with- out a name or hilling, Insinuated 1selves like vipers into. households 1onor and, coiling themselves upon hearthstones, dealt death to pes. Dorothy, who, for all the selfish shal- lowness of that relative, loved her mother, tried to take her. hand.. At a shadow of sympathy she. would have laid before Mrs. Hanway-Harley the last secret her bosom hid. There was no sympathy, nothing of mother's love; Mrs. Hanway-Harley, in the nar- rowness of her egotism, ¢ould consider no feelings not her own.i .. “Don't; don’t touch me! she cried. ‘Don't add hypocrisy -fo your Ingrati- tude Then, in tones that seemed to pillory Dorothy as reprobate and lost, she cried: “You have disgraced me-- iced your father, your uncle ana r word,” cried Dorothy, mov- - a resentful swoop toward the bell, “and I'li call Uncle Pat to judge between us! Yes; he 1s in fAis study. Uncle all hear you!” Mrs. v-Harley, glass knees and ‘all, got between Dorothy and the bell. Doroth uncle and Dorothy's father should know, but not then. She had hoped that with reason she might rescue her daughter from a step so fatal as marriage with a hope- less beggar who could not live without the charity of his patron. These things and much more spake Mrs. Hanway-Harley, have remonstrated with a storm. The gate post grandsire had charge of Doro- th: “And what is to be the end of this in- trigue?” asked Mrs. Hanway-Harley. “It is no more an intrigue,” protested Dorothy, her eyes flashing, “than was your marriage to papa, or the marriage of Aunt Dorothy with Uncle Pat. Oh, mamma,” she cried appealingly, “can't you see we love each other!’ Mrs. Hanway-Harley was a trifle touched, but it was her maternal duty to conceal it. She steadied hérself to a severe sobriety and with the manner of one injured to_the verge of martyrdom said with a sigh: “I ghall see this person; I shall send for (his Mr. Storms.” s {1t will be unnecessary,” replied Doro- thy, turning frigid; “Mr, Storms will call upon you to-morrow night.” “And does the puppy think that I'll give my consent?” demanded Mrs. Han- way-Harley, angrily aghast at the inso- lence of Richard. “Now, I don't know what the ‘puppy’ thinks,” returned Dorothy, from whom the anger of hef mother struck sympa- thetic sparks, “but I told him I would marry him without it.” Tn a whirl of indignation Mrs. Hanway- Harley burst in upon Senator Hanway. That ambitious gentleman was em- ployed in abstruse calculations as to tariff schedules and how far they might be expected to bear upon his chances in the coming national convention. Benator Hanway was somewhat impressed by Mrs. Hanway-Harley's visit; his study had never been that lady's favorite lounge. Moreover, her face -proclaimed her errand no common one. ““Why, I thought you were all in bed, Barbars,” said Senator Hanway by way of opening the conversgtion. - Mrs. Hanway-Harley, as calmly as she might, told of Dorothy’s “mad Infatua- tion.”” She held back nothing except what portions of the tangle referred to Storrl. She spoke of Richard. and the disaster, not to say the disgrace, to the Harley name should he and Dorothy wed. Mrs. but she might as well | Hanway-Harley flowed on, sometimes eloquent, always severe, and.closed in ‘with a thundergust of tears. Senator Hanway lstened, first with: wonder, then alarm; when she finished he sat with an air of helplessness. After rub- bing his nose irresolutely with a pen- holder he said: *“What can I do?”" ‘“You can advise me.” ““Well, then,” observed Senator Han- way, looking right and left, being no one to face an angry woman, “‘why don't you let them marry?” “Brother!" Mrs. Hanway-Harley strove to bury Senator Hanway beneath a mountain of reproach with that one word. “What can you do?' asked Senator Hafhway defensively. “You say that Do- rothy declares' she will® marry young Storms in the teeth of every opposition.” ““Are we to permit the foolish girl to throw herself away?” “But how will you restrain her “‘One thing,” exclaimed Mrs. Hanway- Harley, getting up to go; “that persen, after to-morrow, shall never enter these doors! I shall have but one word; I shall warn him not to repeat his visits to this house.” The ' change that came over Senator Hanway struck Mrs. Hanway-Harley with dumb dismay. His eys, which had been prying about for an easlest way out of the dllemma, mow filed wgff threatening interest. “Barbara, sit down!"” commanded Sena- tor Hanway. Mrs. Hanway-Harley sat down: she was, with the last word, in awe of her eminent brother. Senator Hanway arose and towered abovs her with forbidding Brow. The threat to bar the Harley doors to Richard had set him agog with angry apprehensions. What! should his best agent of poiftics, one who was at once the correspondent of that powerful in- fluence the Dally Tory and the authorized mouthplece of the potential Mr. Gwyn who owned the: Anaconda, nay, Anaconds, be insulted, and arraye And for what? Because Was a White House to be lost by such tawdry argument? Forbldding Richard the door might of itself appear a meage: matter, but who was to say what resuits might not spring from it? Senator Han way had seen the gravest catastrophies grow from reasons small as mustard seed! A city is burned, and the confla gration has its start in a cow and a can- dle! Mrs. Hanway-Harley shall net put his hopes to jeopardy in squabbles over Dorothy and her truant love. Senator Hanway felt the hot anxiety of one who, bearing a priceless vase through the streets, Is jostled by the inconsiderate crowd. Domes! b national politics had come to Senator Hanway Hanway-Harley. gather control of verbal line of ma lucid, ley styie; it was his favor ner in the Senate. “Barbara,” said he, “give careful ecar to what I shal I do not request do nmot commar ou be done. I do you and Dorothy; tween you and M say. I I man is neces: to come to this study without interference. any oc casion, or for Hanway- trapped Dorothy into f marriage p yu object to b S no for Tory, say e as much as I am “There is no parallel! paid for be You be five thousand, but you fold that sum,” which was “‘Barbara, ked Senator Hanway reprovingly, r to the bone of « why s on tk s young man own £ De should. and Dorothy w “I won't goO further,” retorted last, with a gest & “I stmp is neither to away. Should Barbara, 1 myself will gether, send them in this lose a Presidency play the fool. Mrs. Hanway-Harley, her diamonds, upon the celved Richard In vast posed to impress him wi Dorothy, in anticipatic mother and her sa bring for very across nervc have support. Richard, whose d omacy was barbar and proceeded on s t lines, told Mrs Hanway-Harley of his love for Doroth As N8 handsome face Mghted up, ever Mrs. Hanway-Harley was not unswep of sdmiration. She could look into Rich ard’s eyes and see for herself those gray beauties of tenderness and truth that bad won ‘Dorothy to his side. They mig have won even Mrs. Hanway-Harley had she not'been & mother. What it he were tender, what if he wers true? He had no fortune, no place; even the Admirable Crichton, wanting al station and the riches whereon to base it, would have been impossible. : When -Richard had ended his love tale—which, consid g at for all his outward fortitude he was iawar ly quaking, he told eloquer —~ Mrs. Hanway-Harley composed hersalf for reply. She hardly required those warnings of Senator Hanway was no wish mow to insult or humdl him. In truth, Mrs. Hanw Harl was in the b possible t carry forward her side of the confer- ence in manner most creditable to her- self and most helpful for her purposes More than ever, since she had neard him, she knew the perilous sway this man must own over her dau While he talked the deep. tru were like a spell; the great, persistent will of § man In I nest seemed as with a thousand sof resistless hands te draw her whither 1 would. Even she, Mrs. Hmw.i‘yl«l! shaken and all but cor the natural hypnotic powe male when speaking, think moving from the heart. warrant her daughter loved this w ard! She herself was dri ) against his pleadings granting all he asked. did; “Mrs. Hanway-Harley that she was a e mother, whose hter .had asked In wedlock by a Count. must protect that daughter from wizard who would only love to blig Mrs. Hanway-Harley never spoke to more advantage. She dld not do Mr. Storms’ homesty, she did not trust his love: but woman could not live by love alone, and she had ! duty as a mother. Dorothy had bzen lapped in luxury; it was nel nor safe that her daughter marry downhill. Mrs. Hanway-Harle voice was smoothly even. Mr. Stor must forgive a question. Somet But rememb an Amer ved an been the kind had been asked befor but changes might have intervened. Had Mr. Storms any expectations from Mr. Gwynn? “Madam,” replied Richard, queer smile played about his smile whereof the reason w means clear to Mrs. Hanw “madam, I shall be who Living or dead, gift or w never have a shilling fr “Then, Mr. Storms.” r Hanway-Harley, “I ask ¥ would be justified daughter to povert “But is money, t! so important?’ ple: have education, heal eratlon—and love to | That should not n though it may not wealth.” “Every lover sald Mrs. Hanwa ly. “Belleve me. should ask a ™ less he can ¢ her as she was cared for in r's house. : “But the fat rtune is nut‘ sure, remonstrated R 1 ‘The .afiher: riches or the lover's property may vanish in a night” “We must deal with the present,” sald . Hanway- 3 M e Msondered the several perplexi- f the case. U ot ad a fortune equal to Mr. am? ley’s you would not object, m: by y bar I urge