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_aistillery stock, I tell you! Tag “before. < CHAPTER XVIili—Continued ND his face, when he was silent, fell into sorrowful and troubled lines. At first they merely marveled. Then Squire Buckalew dared to tempt him. Eskew's faded eves showed a biue gleam, but he withstood spesking of Babylon to the dlsparagement of Chi- Gago. They sought to lead Rim into what he evidently would not, employ- fog @ devices; but the old man was often carried them far afleld wily by secret ways of his own. This hot morning he had done that thing. They were close upon him, pressing him Bard; w roused that outburst Fhict i the idlers on the courthouse rely at Eskew) had vol- (sidelong at the infermation that Cory Stung by the silence, the had become mag- ¢ anything under lifted the veil, this Arp's reply may rard ickalew of Eskew's agination Mr he sald, dellberately, at James G. Blaine's furrin policy ¥as childish, and, what's more, I nev- #r thought much of him!" This outdefiled Ajax every trace of the matter ir nd went to the four winds. like Rome, he as was saved by a cackle, in ich joined, and a few moments later 4he bench loaferssaw, was pulled down into his seat by the Colonel. he volces of the fathers fell to the pitch of ordinary discourse; the @rowsy town was qui again; the of the ¥ bori its quiet hum the ¢ and was noise of men at work ¢ bor It seemed the em knew his years ad seen before saw the truth, And f . Paris “how he ugh the hait in the discovered M big Henry e-Bighth B with anger than with ¥ was upon his head, end . remained there, nor did he offer eany toke or word of greeting what- ever, but demanded to know when the work the hoyse had been be- 13 morning after my re- swered him sjnce her baggard apprehen- swer her question, and er, a8 she continued to meet his hot eyes, that he rying to hold himself under some control; and a vain effort g0 back te outing hea You s she and the door. for a drive.” “You go back to my house!” He fol- lowed her, waving an arm flercely at her. “Don’t you come @round here try- You talk about ‘ve got on earth 1 01d hack o et of dis ¥ house!” he burst You get back neving between him mie and I are going ing to run over me! your head and a bush tillery stock that you 2 sell by the pound for old e threw the words in her fac the bull-bass voice seamed and cracked with falsetto. “Old paper, old rags, old iron, botties, old clothes! Yeu talk about your affairs! Who are you? Rothschild? You haven't got any affairs! Not a look, not a word, not a motion of his escaped her in all the fury of sound and gesture in which he seemed fairly to enveiop himaelf; lea:t of all did that sheking of his—the quivering Saw and temple, the tumultuous agita- tion of his hands~ evade her watch- fulness. “When did you find this out?” said very quickly. she “After you became ““administrator?” He struck the back of the chair she had vacated & vicious biow with his open hand. Vo, you spendthrift! All There was to your grandfather wh you buried him was a basket full o 0} paper! Old paper, old' “You have sent me the same income,” she lifted her volce to interrupt; “you have made the same quarterly pay- ments since his death that you made it you knew why did you do Can't ypu hear me? S that?”, -~ . N . s & moment of s He had been shouting at her with the frantic and incredulous exaspera- tion of an intolerant man utterly un- used to opposition; his face empurpled, his forehead dripping and his hands ruthlessly poundjng the back of the chair, but this straight question stripped him suddenly of gesture and left him standing limp and still before her, pale splotches beginning to show on his hot cheeks. “It you knew why did vou do it?” she repeated. “You wrote me that my income was from dividends, and I knew and thought nothing about it; but if the stock which came to me was worth- less how could it pay dividends™ “It did not,” he answered huskily. “That distillery stock, I tell you, isnt orth the matches to burn it. But there has been no difference in income,” she persisted steadily \y? Can you explain that to m “Yes, T ean,” he replied, and it seem: to her that he spoke with a pallid and bitter desperation, like a man driven to the wall. “I can if you think you want to know.” “T do.” “I sent it.” “Do you mean from your own— “T mean it was'my own mone: She had not taken her eyes from his, which met hérs straightly and angr and at this she leaned forward, ® ing at him w’th prefound scrutiny. “Why did you send it?" she asked. “Charity,” he answered after palpable hesitation. Her eyes back agalnst the lintel staring at him incredulously. ity!” she echoed in a whisper. Perhaps he mistook her amazement at his performance for dismav caused by the sense of her own position, for as she seemed to weaken Dbefore him, the strength of his own habit of dominance came back to him. “Charity, madam!” he broke out, shouting Intol- erably. “Charity, d've hear? T was a friend of the man that made the money you and your grandfather I was a friend of Jonas That's why I was will- you for a year and let a niece of his widened, and she leaned of the door, “Char- squandered; Tabor, I say! Ing to support rat than cried. hundred “ “Support!’ thousand Suffer”” she You sent me a francs!” The white splotches which had mot- tled Martin Pike's face disappeared as if they had been suddenly splashed with “You go back to my house.” “What I sent you only shows e extent of my- " The word rang through 5o loudly and clearly rang in his ears till It castigation entous of justice ere was more than it; there was conv back was from thi and n he again advanced hag left e She had tu the next fore he came out of the gate: e passed his own home on his »wn he saw he e dress g with his daughter's near the ock beside the fire, where the h th T rms about each other, Sam Warden and the arriage. Pike walked on, the white tches reappearing like a pale rash upon his face. A yellow butterfly sig- zagged before him, knee high, across the sidewalk. He ralsed his foot and half Kicked at it. APTER XIX Eskew Arp S the Judge continued his walk down Main street, he wished profoundly that the butterfly (which exhibited no annoyance) had been of greater bulk and more ap- proachable; and it was the evil tune of Joe's mongrel to him in the sinister humor of such a wish unfulfilled. Respectability dwelt at Beaver Beach nder the care of Mr. Sheehan until his udge for encounter master should return; and Sheehan was 1 but the small dog found the world lonely and time long without He had grown more and more restiess, and at last, this hot morning, having ged to evade the eye of all concerned in hie keeping, made off un- obst Iy, partly by swimming. and g the road. cantered into town, rs erect with anxiety. Bent upon the familiar office, he passe before. as Respectability went b: to great deeds in be! justice and his native city, he rushed s to the door, lavishly seifed. this time, a perfect with a re: good potato and hurled it t which ecstasized him, for t took t mongrel fairly aside the head, which it matched in size. The luckless Respectability's purpose to reach Joe's stairway had been en- tirely definite, but upon this violence he forgot it momentarily. Tt is not s ©asy to keep things in mind when one is violently smitten on mouth, nose, cheek, eve and ear by a missile large enough (o strike them simuitaneously. Yelping and half blinded, he deflected to cross Main street. .Judge Pike had elected to cross in the opposite direc- tion, and the two met In the middle of the street. The encounter was miraculously fit- ted to the Judge's need: here was no butterfly, but a solid body, light withal, & wet, muddy and dusty vellow dog, eminently kickable. The man was heavily built about the legs, and the vigor of what he did may have been additionally inspired by his recognition of the mongrel as Joe Louden's. The impact of his toe upon the little run- ner’'s side was momentous, and the Jatter rose in the air. The Judge hopped. as one who, un- shod in the night, discovers an unexpected chair. Let us be reconciled to his pain and not reproach the gods with it—for two of his unin- tending adversary's ribs were cracked. The dog, thus again deflected, re- traced his tracks, shrieking distracted- ly, and, by one of those ironical twists which Karma reserves for the tails of the fated, dived for blind safety into the store commanded by the ecstatic and inimical clerk. There were shouts, the sleepy square beginning to wake up: the boy who had mocked the plan- ing mill got to -his feet, calling upon his fellows; the bench loafers strolled to the street; the aged men stirred and rose from thelr chairs; faces appeared in the open windows of offices; sales ladies and gentlemen came to the door- ways of the trading “places; so that when Respectability emerged from the grocery he had a notable audience for the scene he enacted with & brass din- ner-bell tied to his tail. Another potato, flung by the pimpled, uproarious, prodigal clerk, added to the impetus of his flight. A shower of les from the hands of exhilarated dented the soft asphalt about h! he hideous clamor of the pursu- ing bell increased as he turned the next 3 e dead to life, and its inhab- itants gladly risked the dangerous heat in the interests of ::on. whereby it was a merry chase the little dog led around the block. For thus some de- structjve instinct drove him; he could not stop with the unappeasable Terror clanging at his heels and the increas- ing crowd yelling in pursuit; but he turned to the left at each corner, and thus came blu.k”w pass -:no‘l stalrway again, unable to pause there or an: where, unable to do anything oxu; to continue his hapless flight, poor me- teor. Round the block he went once more, and still no chance at that empty stair- way where, perhaps, he thought, there might be suecor and safety. was upon his side where Martin Pike's boot had crashed, fuu:‘lnd blood hi upon his jaws “and lolling tongue. ran desperately, keeping to the middle of the gtreet. and, not howling, set him- self despairingly to outstrip the Ter- ror. The mob, disdaining the sun-su- perbly, pursued as closely as it could, throwing bricks and rocks at him, striking at him with clubs and sticks. Happy Fear, right hand again left, in his cell, heard the uproar, made out something of what was happening, and, though unaware that it was a friend whose life was sought, discovered a similarity to hls own case, and prayed to his dim geds that the quarry might get away. “Mad dog!" they velled. ad dog’ And there were some who cried, “Joe Louden's dog!" that being equally as exciting and explanatory. times around, and still little fugitive maintajned a A gray-helmeted policeman, a fellow, had joined the pur- He had children at home who might be playing in the street, and the hought of what might happen to them if the mad dog should head that way resolved him to be cool and steady. He was falling behind, so he stopped on the corner, trusting that Respectability would come round again. He was right, and the flying brownish thing streaked along Main street, passing the beloved stairway for the fourth time. The po- liceman lifted his revolver, fired twice, missed once, but caught him with the second shot in a forepaw, clipping off a fifth toe. one of the small claws that grow above the foot and are always in trouble. This aid not stop him; but the policeman, afraid to risk another shot because of the crowd, waited for him to come again; and many others, seeing the hopeless circuit the mongrel followed, did likewise, armed with bricks and clubs. Among them was the pimply clerk, who had heem-inspired to commandeer a pitchfork from a hard- ware store. When the fifth round came, Respect- ability's race was run. He turned into Main street at a broken speed, limping, parched, voiceless, flecked with blood and foam, snapping feebly at the show- ering rocks, but still indomitably a little ahead of the hunt. There was no velp left in him—he was tco thor- oughly winded for that—but in his brilliant and despairing eyes shone the egony of a cry louder than the tongue of a_dog could utter: “O master! O all the god 1 know! Where are you in my mortal need?” Now ind-ed he had a gantlet to run; for the street was lined with. those who awaited him, walle the pursuit grew closer’behind. A number of the hardiest stood squarely in his path, and he hesitated for a second, which gave the opportunity for a surer alm, and msny missiles struck him. ‘Let him have it now, offcer,” said Eugene Bantry, standing with Judge Plke at the policeman's elbow. ‘“There's your chance.” But before the revolver-ould be dis- charged Respectability had begun to run again, hobbling on three legs and dodging feebly. A heavy stone struck him on the shoulder and he turned across the street, making for the “Na- tional House" corner, where the joyful clerk brandished his pitchfork, Going #lowly, he almost touched the pimply one as he passed, and the clerk, al- ready rehearsing in his mind the honors which should follow the brave stroke, ralsed the tines above the little dog’s head for the coup de grace. They did not descend, and tue daring youth failed of fame as the jaurel almost embraced his brows. A hickory walking stick was thrust between his. legs; and he, expect- ing to strike, received a blow upon the temple sufficient for his present un- doing and bedazzlement. He went over backward, and the pitchfork (not the thing to hold pelsed on high when one is knocked down) fell with the force he had intended for Respecta- billty upon his own shin. A train had pulled into the station, and a tired, travel-worn young man, descending from a sleeper, walked rap- idly up the street to learn the occasion of what appeared to be a riot. When he was close enough to understand its niture he dropped his bag and came on at top speed, shouting loudly to the battered mongrel, who tried with his remaining strength to leap toward him through a cordon of kicking legs, while Bugene Bantry again called to the policeman to fire. “If he does, damn vou, I'll kiI¥ him!" Joe saw the revolver raised; and then, Eugene being in his way, he ran full- tilt iato his stepbrother with all his force, sending him to earth, and went on literally over him as he lay prone upon_the asphalt, that being the short- est way to Respectability. The next instant the mongrel was in his mas- ter's arms and weakly llcking his hands. But it was Eskew Arp who had saved the little dog: for it was his stick that tripped the clerk, and his hand which had struck him down, AMN his bodily strength had departed in that effort, but he staggered out into the street toward Joe. “Joe Louden!” called the veteran in a loud volce. “Joe Louden!" and sud- denly reeled. The Colonel and Squire Buckalew were making their way to- ward him, but Joe, holding the dog to his breast with one arm, threw the other about Eskew. # “It's a town—it's & town''—the old fellow flung himself free from the sup- vorting arm—"it’s a town you couldn't even trust a yellow dog to.” He sank back upon Joe's shoulder, speechless. An open carriage had driven through the crowd, the colored driver urged by two ladles upon the back seat, and Martin Plke saw it stop by the group in the middle of the street where Joe stood, the wounded dog held to his breast by one arm, the old man, white and halt fainting, supported by the other. Martin Pike saw this and more! he saw Ariel Tabor and his own daughter leaning from the carriage, the arms of both pityingly extended to Joe Louden and his two burdens, crowd stood round them staring, clouds of dust settling down upon them through. the hot alr, CHAPTER XX Three Are Enlisted OW in that blazing noon Cansan looked upon g strange sight: an open carriage whirling through Main street behind two galloping bays; upon the back seat a ghostix white old man with closed eyes, sup- ported by two pale ladles, his head upon the shoulder of the taller; whils man whose the driver, & youn| - pb = ip sang across on thelr for nothing; cried to Joe playing “tic-tac-toe”. while the stunned and silly like y sick man. His came to pass that under the eyes of assembly, gather up their tools and de- Canaan Joe Louden rode in Judge part. Thep Mamie came out of the Plke's carriage at the bidding of Judge house snd, bowing sadly to three old Pike's daughter. men who were entering the gate as Toward Aviel's own house they sped she laft it, stepped Into her cai with the stricken octogenarian, for he and drove away. The newcomers—Col was “alone in the world,” and she nel Fliteroft, Squire Buckalew and Pe- would not take him to the coitage ter Bradbury—sgianced at the doctor's where he had lived for many years buggy, shook their heads at one an- by himself, a bleak little house, & dere- other and slowly went up to the porch, lict of tho “early days” 't stranded where Joe met them. Mrs. Louden ut- far down in the town bétween a wool- tered a sh: exclamation, for the colo- en-mill and the water-works. The nel shook ds with her atepson. workmen were beginning thejr dinners Perhaps Flitcroft himself was sur- under the big trees, but as Sam War- prised. He had offered his hand almost den drew In the lathered horses at the ynconsolously, and the greeting Wwas gate they set down thelr tin buckets embarrassed and perfunctory, but his hestily and ran to help Joe 1lift the two companions, each in turn, gravely old man out. Carefully they bore him followed his lead, and Joe's set face into the house and lald him- upon a flushed a little. It was the first time in bed in one of the finished rooma. He many years that men of,their kind @id not speak or move and the wark- in Cansan had offered him this saluta- men uncovered thelr heads as they tlon. went out, but Joe knew that they were “He wouldn't let me send for you," miastaken. “It's all right, Mr. Arp," he he told them. “He said he knew you'd sald, as Arlel knelt by the bed with be here soon without that” And he Water end restoratives. “It's all right. led the way to Eskew's bedside. Don't you worry.” Joe and the doctor had undressed Then,the veteran's lips twitched, and the old man. and had put him into though his_eyes remained closed, Joe night-gear of r Tabor's, taken faw that Eskew understood, for he from an antique chest; it was soft and gasped, flebiy: “Pos-i-tive-ly—no— yellow and much more like color than free—seats!” the face al it. for the white hair To Mrs. Louden, cm’p . was nottvhihr th&n upstairs window. tie si of har $BAL. VS8 thevs Wia & strangs youth. Sepson dencending . _from Tudge falness in the eyos of Bakew: an seri Pike's carriage was sufficlently start- iDexplicable, luminous, live look; th ling. but when she saw Mamie Plke tRIR wm ey foan_vny take Respectabllity from his master's g B L R T arms and carry him tenderly indeors, S 845 Soerow cquid while Joe and Ariel occupied them. D selves with Mr. Arp, the good sprang to her feet as It she had be stung, regardlessly of sending her 4 basket and its contents scattering aver the floor, and ran down the stairs three steps at a time. \ At the front door she met her hus- band, entering for his dinner, and 3 leaped at him. Had he seen? was {t? What had happened? Mr. Louden ruhbbed his chin beard, indulging himself in a pause which was to prove fatal to his com- panion, finally vouchsafing the in- formation that the doctor's buggy was Just 3 Eskew Arp it was satd, len’s opinjon, m ; spoune repl 1o 1 certain tones that she had seen quite that much for herself, ng continue, which he did with a eration that caused her to recall wedding day with & gust of passionate self-reproach, ly he 3 sewing at an ppgared to have been b{ not In sunshine, the the T ant to talk of from Squire Buckalew’s eyelids, de- spite his hard endeavor to wink them away, and he turned from the bed too “Thei % aint call to fael bad.: said Eskew. m':f have happened any the be—at my short ar-m" for “that 1t'll bo—qulloho—on the—'National House' corner!” A moment later he called the doctor faintly and asked for a restorative. “There,” he rald, in a stronger volce, and with a gleam of satisfaction in the vindication of his hellef that hs was dying. “I was almost gome then. I know!" He lay panting for & mement, then spoke the name of Joe Louden. Joe came quickly to the bedside. “T want you to-“shake hands with the Colonel and Peter and Buckalew, “We did,” answered the Colonel, in- finitely surprised and troubleg. “We 'lhook hands oftside before we came B “Do it again,” said Eskew. “I want to see you.” And Joe. making shift to smile, was suddenly blinded, so that he could not See the wrinkled hands extended to him, and was fain to grope them. “God knows why we t all take his band long ago,” sald Eakew Arp. “1 didn’t because I was stubborn. I hated to admit that the argument was against me. I acknowledge it now be- fore him and before you—end I want the word of it carried!” - “It's all right, Mr. Arp." began Joe, tremulously. ‘“Hark to me'—the old man's volce lifted higher: “If you'd ever whimp- ered, or give back talk. or broke out the wrong way it would of been aif-- forent. But ydu never did. I've watched you and 1 know; and you've just gone your own way alone, with the tewn against you because you got a bad name as a boy, and once we'd given You that everything you did or didm't do, we had-to give veu a blacker ane. Now it's time some one stood by you! Alrie Tabor'll do that with all her soul and body. She told me once I thought & good deal of you. She kmew! But I wapt these three old friends of mine to do it, teo. I was boys with them, and they'll do it. 1 think. They'va even stood up fer you against me, sometimes, but moatly fer the sake of the argument, I reckon; but now they must do it when thers's more to stand against than just my talk. They saw it all today—the mean- est thing I ever knew! I could of stood 1t all except that!" Before they could prevent him he had struggled half up- right In bed, lifting a cilnched fist at the town beyond the windows. “But, by God! when they got so low down they tried to kill your dog—-" He fell back, choking, in Joe's arms, 8nd the physician bent over him, but Eskew was not gome, and Ariel. upon the other side of the room, could hear him whispering again for the restora- tive. She brought it, and when he haa taken it, went quick!y out-of-doors to the side yard. She sat upon a workman's bench un- der the big trees, hidden from the strect shrubbery, and breathing deeply of the shaded air, began to cry quietly. Throush the windows came the quaver- ing voice of the old man, lifted again, insistent, a little querulous. but deter- mined. nses sounded. intermit- tently, from the Colonel, from Peter, and from Buckalew, and now and then a sorrowful, yet almost humorous, pro- test from Joe; and so she made out that the veteran swore his three com- rades to friendship with Joseph Lou- den, to lend him their counterance in all matters, to stand by him in weal and woe, to speak only geod of him and defend him in the town of Canaan. Thus did Eskew Arp on the verge of parting this life render justice, . . . The gate clicked, and Arie! saw En- gene approaching through the shrub- bery. One of his hands was bandaged, a thin strip of court-plaster crossed his forehead from his left eyebrow to his halr, and his thin and agitated face showed several light scratches. “I saw you come out,” he sald, “I've been waiting to speak to you." “The doctor told us to let him have his way In whatever he might ask." Ariel wiped her eyes. “I'm afrald that means—" didn’t come to talk about Eskew Arp,” interrupted Eugene. “I'm not la- boring under anxiety about him. You needn’t be afrald; too sour to ac- cept his conge so readily. ‘Please lower your veice,” she sald, rising quick!y and moving away from him toward the house: but, as he fol- .lowed, insisting sharply that he must speak with her, she walked out of ear- shot of the windows, and stopping, turned toward him, ‘“Very well” she sald. it a message from Mamie?" this he faltered and hung fire. ave you been to.see her? she con- tinued. “I am anxious to know if her goodness and bravery caused her any— any discomfort at home.” “You may set your mind at rest about that,” returmed Eugene. “1 was thers when the Judge came home to dinner. 1 suppose you fear he may have been rough with her for taking my stepbrother into the carriage. He was not. On the contrary, he spoke very quietly to her and went on out toward the stables, But I haven't come to you to talk of Ju Pike, oither!™ “No,"” sald Arfel, don't care ticuwlarly to hear of him, but of Ma- “Nor of her, either!” he broke out, it s, The San Francisco Sunday can'% But she lifted her hand with such tmperious will that he stopped short. Then througl the window of the sick- no-sccount stepbrother of Joe's! What f he is & hired hand on the Tocsin? 'd better give up his job and gquit than do what he’s dome to help make the town think hard of Jee. And what 18 he? Why, he's worse When that Claudine Fear In" around and he'd mever tell, but I wil ‘em buggy-ridin’ out near Beaver Beach and she slapped ;_ll face fer him. It ought to be told! u"lhdfin't know that Joe knew—that!™ Eugene stammered huskily. “It was— it was—a long time ago— “If you understood Joe.” she said, in » low voice, “you would know that be- fore thess men leave thiy hnu.:dh:"flu bave their promise never to Hin eyes fell miserably. then lifted again; but in her clear and unbearadls gase there shone such a flame of seorn as he could not endure to look upon. For the first time In his Jife he saw a true light upon himself and though the vision was darkiing, the revelation was complete. “H.'lvu pity vou!” -hcl f'h‘]’m“fl Eugene found himseif alone, stumbled away, his glance not Iifted. He passed his own home without looke ing up and 41d not see his mother bec! anl frantically frem a window. Sh ran to the door and cailed him. He & not hear her, but went or toward the Tocsin office with his head stijl bent CHAPTER XXI Narbert Waits for Joeo was meat for gossip &= plenty in Canaan that afterneon and evening; there wore rumers that ran from kitchen to parior, and rumors that ran fom parior to sitchen; speculations that detalned housewives In talk across front gates; wonderings that held cooks In cen- verse over shadeless back femces In spite of the heat: and camards that brought Main street clerks runzing to the shop doors to stare and down the sidewaiks. Out of the comfusion of report. the judiclous e able by evenfall to extract a falr history of this day of revoiution. There remained no doubt that Joe Louden was in at- tendance at the death-bed of Eskew Arp, and somehow it came to be kmown that Colonel Fliteroft. Squire Buckalew and Peter Bradbury had shaken hands with Joe and declared themseives his friends. There were thase (partisularly among the relatives of the hoary trio) who expressed the opinfon that the colonel and his comrades were too old to be responsibie and a commisston ought to sit on them; nevertheless, some echoes of Eakew's last “argu- ment” #o the conclave had sounded in the town and were not wholly without effect. Everywhere there was a nipping ou- riosity to learn how Judge Plke had “taken” the strange performance of his daughter, and the eager were much dissppointsd when it was truthfully reported that he had done and said very little. e had merely discharged both Sam Warden and Sam's wife from his service, the mild manner of the dis- missal almost unnerving Mr. Warden, although he was fully prepared for bird-shot; sad the couple had found 4 employment in the service of Ariel Tabor. Those who humanly felt the Judge's behavior to be a trifie flat and uynsen- sational were recompensed late ia the afternoon when it became xnown that Eugene Bantry had resigned his posi- tion on the Tocsin. His reason for seve sring his connection was dumfoundingl he had written & formal letter to the Judge and repeated the gist of it to his associates In the office and acquaint- ances upon the street. He declared that he no longer sympathized with the attitude of the Tocsin toward his stepbrother, and regretted that he had previously assisted In emphasizing the paper's hostility to Joe, particularly in the mattar of the approaching murder lrlll‘ This being the case, he felt that his 8sctiveness In the service of the paper had ceased, and he muat, in jus- tice to the owner, resign. “Well, I'm damned!" was the simple comment of the elder Louden when his sty n sought him out at the factory repeated this statement to him. “So am I, 1 think” sald Eugene, wanly. “Goodby. I'm golog now to see mother, but I'll be gone before you come home. “Gone whm."! F Bhew whore™ o, way. dap’t know w L .ll:, from the daor:‘ Ly I by, he said, and was gone befora Mn Louden could restore emough order out of the chaos In his mind to stop him. Thus Mrs. Louden's long wait at the was tragically rewarded, and an unhappy actor in Ca- drama of that day. Other ladlea gther windows, or front doors, throughout afterncon: the familiss of the three their return, as on, with something akin Fliteroft (a lady of chalr, had her dson whoeel the porch, and, as the she finally saw her hus- coming at a laggard pace, lsan- ing upen his cane, his chin sunk on his she frankly told Norbert that g? i H g28 %25 2 H s i !igligg 4p higher'a a mpumlu that!" shouted Norbert, ua= Be did. I tell you I saw 1" €To Be Continued) sl i .