The evening world. Newspaper, May 6, 1922, Page 13

Vag SWRI PET TR KAD Who’s Who in the Story ™ GLORIA REILLY, a magnificent young person, who was the fichest and most beautiful girl in Minnesota ,GOLDEN DICK REILLY, her father, who never knew which fork to use at dinner, but was, nevertheless, as likable and genuine as an could be. WAYNE RE OLDEN DICK REILLY placed his ‘strong, be-ringed fingers on the cover of his roll- topped desk and pressed gently. To see the corrugated ma- hogany ripple down from some mys- terious hiding place never failed to give him pleasure. He liked his desk he liked his mahogany filing cabinet «With its secret springs and catches and @oncealed compartments. The week before he had sent clear to Copen hagen for a typewriter stand in which the machine sank, like the woman in the magician’s trick, into some mys terious well of mahogany from which there was no returning—unl knew that a leather tack, third from the left on the corner, had to be pushed. According to gossip, Golden Dick Retlly had spent 000 on his of- fice, What of it? He nineteen-story building in which his office was housed, a goodly stock in the Northern Lumbermen's Bank, walled splendor on the main floor; he owned a Duluth city addition, a line of cargo-barges that plied to Ch and Buffalo—and $1,000,000 worth of copper up on the range Golden Dick Reilly wasn't one owned the block of chastely ensconced in marble an office man, his hands and his skin g bore witne his shoulders Pleased him to beguile his imprison- ment up by an i house. His ¢ and caught him | All he could do now was make h with all the devices conjured senious trade-catalogue had tricked 2 fox in a trap. it wealtt chains as little irksome as possible The clock on his desk, which told everything but fortunes was Dec. 1 rometer, 72 I From the lake thin wraiths ingly ‘upward off. Dick Reilly drew on his sable lined green broadcloth, down his fur cap and rang for the elevator. The bank was closed, but an u: ried to unbolt the heav door. Carrington in?"* he boomed ndicated it cloudy with rising ba hrenheit and 3 o'cloc beneath his w twisted w Superior was cooling overcoat of hunter crushed er hur iron-ribbed The boy pointed to the office. The office of P ton was not like his. gloomy,” But, then, the Carringtons came from Boston, father used the same desk that he belonged to Abijah Carrington in the days not long after the Revolution. President's ton Carring Seems kind Reilly had once protested where Preston Carrington's Preston Carrington looked up and smiled. The hard gray of his eyes softened, and the lines around his mouth relaxed. Representing worlds so dissimilar that communication seemed fairly impossible, the two men liked each other. Dick Reilly was to him neither uncultured nor absurd Something of the intrepid of the man's past persisted even in his check-suited, diamond-ringed, present In his eyes burned the spirit of the pioneer, and his face bore the scars of @ thousand hardships endured with a gay heart. Golden Dick Reilly was to Preston Carrington something more than a queer bird about whom he talked when each year he went home to Boston, Golden Dick Reilly was a person, magnificent, ridiculous and just a little pathetic. “Glory's givin’ a night,"’ Dick Reilly was saying, “and she'll be expectin’ you and the Mis- sus.’ He could never suspect the pleading that burned in his eyes. Carrington shifted uneasily. He knew very well that Mrs, Carrington, leo from Beacon Hill, Boston, did not @hare her husband's enthusiasm. Per- haps it was only, because she was homesick that she found this new land unlovely and the men it eouth. Perhaps she did not to be ungracious and unkind, but there was no doubt about it—Mrs. Carring- top did not fit, Carrington hedged. guest,” he began, ‘'—friend of young Pres at Harvard. He's be here by the Atlantic-Pacific Mining people. Clever chap.” He realized he wasn't making much headway, “Mra Carrington begrudges every minute he’s not talking to her about the boys and Harvard and Boston “That's easy.” Reilly combatted “Bring him along Can tox Glory.” A glow Vf paternal pride romance blow-out to- bore un- intend “We've a n sent out t he too many /NOLDS, to whom a Harvard education and Pil- grim ancestors proved a drawback until—almost the end of the story. iinet tears Mounted slowly on his weather- “My Glory's a knock Ain't stained cheeks, out, If I do say it as shouldn' she, now, Carrington—ain't she Preston Carrington looked away, a ssed by the passion of the man’s appeal, “She he said little emba LORIA REILLY was a mag nificent young person, as likable 1 as genuiné as her fathe And as ridicu- lous! Glor the ¢ Reill, per Prin bore the title of ss, and it 1 longed. She was the richest girl and the most beautiful in the whole of Minnesota, perhaps in the whole world; and her father loved her even as he feared lis two older daughters, who were ventional and quick- witted and successful. Single-har ed they had fought their Way into what they considered the nd de- well endowed and at once, from the mansion of their father. The right set, married ghrewdly parted relief at their going was mutual. But ia never got exasperated with him or made fun f him or tried to im- prove him or his house or his gram- ma “Glory'’s « ent,” he confided once to ¢ “Cally and Mart was always smart, but just a mit bitin’ and ov en—not but what I'm proud of n und all they've done,’ he “L know,’ Carrington answered “Gloria’s compa: ble. That's ti: way I feel about young Pres." Companionable that was the word dle would have given a cool million if he, too, could find words the way Carrington did, or if he could remem ber which was the salad-fork, and that you didn’t use it for pie, He didn't want his girls to be ashamed of him but they always would ‘be, except Gloria “About to-night, sisted a little shyly “We'll come then?” he per- d to, te a would have to be made a martyr ot once again; too bad Cor nel He was sorry he had taken her away from Boston, from the cultured, delightful, inconse- quential world to which she belonged, He was sorrier for Dick Reilly. “It's little enough to do for him, he argued to himself. ‘*Besides, he has turned a’ sow's ear into a. silk purse for the Carring tons."* postponed telling his wife their social obligation, how- ever, until they were seated at dinner. In the soft glow of the candles Mrs, Carrington looked ery pretty. Young Wayne Reynolds, from Harvard and Boston, with his utter about the people and things ared for, had brought a flush of pleasure to her cheeks. Why, couldn't THE EVENING WOR she find enjoyment in this new coun- try? Still, some people just cannot be transplanted—neither Cornelia Carrington nor Golden Dick Reilly The President of the Northern Lum- bermen’s Bank fingered the thin stalk I've made of his wineglass. ‘'T engagement for the three of us this evening," he began, He was trying to , but he avolded catching his “We're taking Wayne Gloria’s giving « be ea wife's eye over to Reilly's. function, a blow-out, as her parent phrases it. It will be an initiation for Wayne into’ the social terrors of the Northwest, You know the Reilly functions are always rather something in the way of a spectacle, a Klaw and Evlanger first night They all laughed “Not Golden Dick Reilly?"" Reynolis nded. “Well, I am getting on That's a narge to conjure with. Mrs, dors, der rrington shrugged her shoul- Wait and see." yes to her husband. “Ob Pres, to-night? 1 thought it would be so Jolly just to stay here and talk turned hes “T'm sorry, I said we'd come, Be sides,""—he smiled in,—"'we ought u chance to meet the to give Wayne Copper Prine Reynolds laughed, The family does sound a bit metallurgic “Teing a mining en right at home,” Carrington combatted. doesn’t it? “Anyway,"” he amended, “it will be something in the Hne of an adven- ture."" Architecturally the R mansion belonged to the late Grant period. “IT made my wad in lumber,"* he had blustered, “and I build my house of wood."* Though in a moment entimental weakness he yielded to a cheaper ma- terial, it must be admitted that he built his house of 9 it deal of wood. It had cupolas and conserva- tories and turrets, Dick Reilly intro- duced the first porte-cochere into St. Louis County, and he ordered fastened to every available projcction of his mansion deep festoons of wooden scrollwork, It repre . lumber- man's dream of heaven; it was terri ble and magnificent When it came to the interior, his imagination had run five hundred rolis of } car pet, and he deman Reilly Then = she you'll feel his old ca floor of his attic be covered. chased everything that He pur- to hammered brass cuspidors. Having exhausted the supplies of O#Y of the Duluth, mi a spedial trip to prime favorite Minneapolis, but his ultimate resource ORTUNE gin knows not Reill became a mail-ordey catalogue. “Wish Td seen this first,’* he com- plained, “I { more things than I ever thought was.” There was only one thing he brought Millions dollars down from the woods—a hatrack, In the old days, with ten dollars of money with, which he should have bought sugar und co! 1d strip bacon, he had purchased the “golden oak back to th hack in the lumber camp. atrocity and carted it find it, ere the ore lies face in the methods are “We don't need it no more than « man, in six years a toad needs a tall,"’ he had confided to he the merchant, ‘but I want it, It knew now he ¢ kinda purty s he had adr They hadn't needed it, so Mrs. R tore. He learne; Informed him, and she could be shrew no longer dignified ish when her temper was roused. ite the steam sho “Dick Reilly, you'll die in the pox she had screamed, Unluck « jumper who ¢ He was still only a lumber cruiser the winter she died. He felt sorry at her death, and a little guilt e discovered the “Poor Nelly, she was all beat out r he had said. “Things was alw 1 to the four w hard for her—and she made ‘em har year after Dick ft er,’" " he sent Cally FTER the death of Nelly ng Behool in the Reilly, the wheel of fortune 1 at home and attend began to turn, With hi Dick F his expeditic nings at poker wo years Mart commenced, on each o! for the company, to blaze Y conyietions, tract for himself. No man in t and they Northwest was a better judge of t uthlessly, A Ne ber than he He knew tr as a Ken ne and conquere¢ merchant knows jewels. “|obeen a lum At this time moved his th alias Nothing tlle girls to Duluth, where they l! with Mrs, O'Shaughnessy, the wife track, LD, SATURDAY, MAY 6, mp foreman, and went to caught his school. Ho was lonely without them, fancy, from hand-painted beer-mugs especially without little Gloria, year-old Gloria was, in the terminol- camp, a wild un and moderation drew aces. land from which his forests had been cut slept the riches of an empire. in cons for a fool or a so near range beyond Duluth that only the most primitive needed. vel, @ score of men y the metal to the freight-cars. In six months Dick Reill had little vision of his ) to experiment with his fortune, od he has to clear one is little romance but he did not mourn her bling for & man who has beer nd whose horiz New York clothes played t mine, by G dered. E better part of valor. Then Cally married, “Six months later Mart departed with her New “And it stays!’ York Lushand for worthier flelds to conquer. Dick Reilly drew a long breath, and ordered the pool table brought back into the drawing room “Mart would throw a fit,” giggled Gloria i Dick Reilly “There's a chuckled couple of thousand miles now between mo and Mart's education, St, An- thony keep her safe—and a long ways off."* When Gloria was eighteen Dick Reilly fought a silent battle with his conscience. Was It his duty to send her away from him, too? Finally he put it up to her. “If you think you oughta go, Glory, why—it's only fair you should." He was getting through it better than he had anticipated, ‘I reckon I'll still have a few faults left for you to work on."" ‘The eyes that Gloria Reilly lifted to his were like his own. ‘Pa!" There was no misreading the protest in her voice. “I don’t want to go, and you know it."* And Eastern education for the Cop- per Princess was yetoed HE entertainments of Golden Dick Reilly were municipal affairs. Everybody in town received an invitation and nearly every one accepted, Dick Reilly had no fine feeling for therlines social cleavage, and Gloria was too intent upon living to analyze the dif ficulties of which so far she had never been conscious ‘‘Omnia omnibus’ i the Reilly motto,” explained Preston Carring- ton “You can dance or play cards or bowl or shoot craps. Their re- freshments resemble the Second Empire, @ days of the 1 the Retlly wine ris the last gree of eter nal Inebriution."* Several hundred peo! 1 ulready ed when the Mreston Curring- tons and Wayne Leynoids arrived k dteiliy gl en Cally and Mart recognized the "Know'd you come,” he boomed. “Howdy, Missus Carrington. Cold enough for ye? oh, yes, glad to With shrewd eyes he appraised the latest representative of the Atlantic-Pacific Mining Company. ‘Come along and meet ye." meet Glory In the ball room two bands of col- ored musicians exhorted to the dance. There was no intermission, The last dying notes of the saxaphone were WAYNE REYNOLDS THREW HIM- SELF IN FRONT OF THE GIRL AND CRUSHED HER BACK FROM THE TRACK. cuught up, with a blare of triumph by its rival en face—and a new dance was on, Confetti and gay-colored pa- per streamers blurred the air, From the floor Dick Reilly picked up a dance programme and handed it to Nix guest. On one side were engraved the orders, on the other was a deed of sale to ten lots in the new Reilly addition. Dick Reilly beamed, ‘Pretty smart, now, ain't it? Glory thought it up,"’ he boomed, ‘Look, there she is—Hi, Glory." It was the end of the dance, and a dozen men, with the tactics of the gridiron struggled to gain the atten- tion of some one completely hidden by them from the eyes of Wayne Reynolds. “She's there, where the crowd's thickest.” He made no attempt to conceal his pride, ‘Hi, Glory," he bellowed, Slowly a pathway formed between the rows of black-coated young men and a girl emerged. Wayne Reynolds of Harvard and Boston felt a quick- ening of his pulses. There was that in the beauty of Gloria Rellly to awaken forgotten memories of half glimpsed loveliness of spring and moonlight and young aspen trees, It contained something candid and gay and not @ little imperious. Her gown, of a soft material, had a sheen of gold and it hung with revealing dis- cretion to the slender lines of hor body, ‘True to her Gaelic ancestry her hair grew amooth and black away forchond, and her eyes from a low were blue. Here's u young feller come all the ’ Young Reynolds—~ way from Boston to dance with you,” called her father. . A quick flush of protest stained her cheeks. ‘'Pa," she said, ‘you're aw- ful." Wayne Reynolds caught here eye and smiled, “Hi right, you know. May I have this one Without waiting to argue, he siip- ped his arm around her, ana they moved out on the floor, The eyes of Golden Dick Reiily followed them a long time with contentment. “Pa never even told me your name," she said at last, “not that t* matters when you can dance Iike thi: “Let's get out of here,” he urged. “before nine hundred of your fellow- townsmen trample me to death Then I promise to tell you every- thing.” She nodded, and he followed her down the stairs, “Come on,” she or- dered. From the golden-oak hatrack she caught up a coat. “It's Pa's,” she sald, “There's one for you. I've got to have a breath.” Out into the night he followed her, where a winter moon mounted into 4 high cold heaven. Against the sky rose the great rhoulder of mountain that shuts off the forest where, when the wind blows from the north, sounds the howls of the coyete, Her cout held tightly around her, eho drew a deep breath of the pine fragrance, F “1 suppose | ought to tell you you'li probably get pneumonia for this,” Wayne Reynolds protested. Ske looked up at him and emfled. “Oh, gee! smell the cold.” With a sudden gesture she pointed. “I was born beyond that hill there.’ “I know,” he said, Again her eyes caught his, “Who you?” The Carringtons.” “Oht' There was a moment of silence. “Well, I'm me, and they're them.” She stopped suddenly, pus- zled for a word, “We're different— another run of sheep.” Her mout! twisted into a droll smile, “I reckou she thinks I'm a—sketch Wayne Reynolds laughed, “Perhaps she enyies you.” “Perhaps.” She shrugged he shoulders; then with shrewd eyes she appraised him. “You're one of them, too, I bet.” “T went to Harv He smiled again, ‘d with their qpn.” ‘Does that convict Convict?” She shook her head. “You use such funny words. So di¢ Mart and Cally. I'm not educated.” She turned sharply toward the door- way. “Come on.” As Wayne Reynolds replaced the coats on the cheap gilt hooks he felt she was still watching. There we something hostile about her, and y« not a Iittle wistful. From beyond the heavy curtains i: the drawing room came the sound of voices. Mrs, Carrington was speak- ing; the other woman he did not recognize. “One can buy anything these days -and in this country. Witness the Reillys,"" Mrs. Carrington’s soft voice was drawling. The other woman laughed. ‘Even a very presentable husband. What's a little thing like breeding? Are you holding your thumbs for the safety of Mr. Reynolds? With her millions and her shoulders even a Pilgrim father would find it dificult." She laughed again. ‘Do come. I'm éying to see the library. Slowly Wayne Reynolds turned to the girl beside him. ‘On cold nights I notice the coyotes and the timber- wolves come right down into drawing rooms. For a long moment she stood there very quiet. When she looked et him her eyes seemed black against the whiteness of her face. “It must be very fine to be well bred and come from Boston, Mr. Reynolds." Her voice was low, but every word was spoken with # cold distinctness “Then you can have fust as rotten manners as you want. Good evening, Mr. Reynolds.”" With @ quick gesture he caught her wrist as she turned from him. “Look here,"’ he said, “you can’t condemn me too just because I wasn’t born in this blooming country.” He was standing close to her now, and he could feel her body tremble with anger and misery. His fingers tightened roughly on her arm. ba | think I've been waiting abaut half my life to meet you, and I'm nof going to lose you now because «& couple of rotten gossips talked tou loud through @ velvet curtain,” A flaming signal glowed on hey cheeks and her eyes giinted. * "WiiL millions and her shoulders,” she