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"Why. of course.' quickly assented
ttai ot a man s next anti buried sins
Is enough to turn the stomach of a i Tom
"That's better," approved Blake
camel
A thousand times more so
I "Now. run In aud start with Mark
when one considers the Woman.“
"W ell.” queried Blake, In high good I'll be with you In a minute or two
humor, as he always was when he And say if Mark and I should get
could stir up a quarrel between his to talking politics at dinner
“IKui't worry." returned Torn, smtl
adored only son and himself. "What
lng “ I'm getting quite used to in'
about her*"
"'ery th tn g
She made a fool of ntuisle. But Mark won’t I»' - I1!. 1
herself
Presumably when she was to be wrapped up In polities as he us
young
She has probably repented ually Is tlrace Is coming down,"
"N o "' cried Blake, his face allghl
it bitterly, ten thousand times. She
may have atoned fet what she did alth pleaaure "Good for her’ When?"
"At eight o'clock
But she didn't
She may even be a wife and mother,
now Respected, loved All the world bother to mention whether it was
and Heaven, besides, to her husband eight thia evening or eight to
and childreu Aud. Just to pass a rot morrow morning Mark was Just go­
ten railroad bill, you are going to drag ing to call her up on long distance to
her out into the glare of the newspa find out. when we happened to meet
TV »ON MorrtU IV bv inviti per world and crucify her! You are Standish And 1 suppose the prospect
u »ui» iV
going to strip from her her husband's of a clash w 1th Standlsh quite drove
Continued from p a f* J
love; you are going to make her a minor matter like his wife out of his
friends shun her as an outcast; you're thoughts "
throwing black shame on her Innocent
"You're wri ug there," dissented
•ir »he ha» a whole pair of ear*,
children s name You are—“
Blake
"There'* nothing on earth
answered Blake. sinking hi* own voice
"Excuse me. son." interrupted Blake, can drive Grace out of Mark Robert
"she surely could Especially what Tv»
been saving Fbr I've been straining "But I'm not doing a single one ot son's head lie s as craty In love with
terribly
dramatic
things her as he wan the day he married
my voice to talk loud enough for her those
Standish is doing it—or. rather, he her. If he didn't telephone her before
to catch w hat I said, ever since we sat
has done It Not I. Catch the Idea* he went In to dinner It's a chinch lie II
down here ."
If Standlsh committed a murder and do it the minute be comes out vjueer
‘T h e deuce you have?“ exclaimed
I found the body, would you call me old Msrk Grace Is the one thing that
Van Dyke "What for?"
a murderer? Hey? Well, that s whai makes him human t'haso on in. and
"For the same reason I’ve been
has happened this time When Stand-
'laying down.' " returned Blake "Don't Ish took the lady on that little left- order for me."
Dismissing his son with a slap on (he
worry over that. A man whose voice
handed wedding trip, five years ago shoulder. Blake strode ucross to the
is as ured as mine isn't straining that
in March, he rendered her liable to all telephone alcove Wanda Kelly look
throat unless it', for a good cause
that and worse A man doesn t think ed up Inquiringly from the novel she
And you can leave the finding of the
of such things at the time. Neither was reading between telephone calls
Woman's name to me. too. I guess
does a woman. I guess
This one
“ Miss Kelly," said Jim. "will you
Now trot along, all of you Mark, go
sure didn't, or she'd never have kindly connect me with the hotel of
in and order dinner. I'll be there in
thrown over her one hope of safety dceT'
five minutes I've a couple of things
by Jilting him."
He sprawled Into a vacant seat at
to attend to first."
"Listen, dad." returned Tom, chok­ her side, caught up the extra receiver
The group began to drift across the
corridor in the direction of the din­ ing back a he» answer "Ever since and called:
"That the office? Berry? Hello.
ing-room.
Itlake detached himself you brought me here into the thick ot
This Is Blake. Jim Itlake
from the rest anti started back toward the fight, you and I haven't agreed Berry
In two minutes I want you to
the telephone switchboard But Tom. about politics. But I've stood with Yes
noting his father's move, intercepted you. through and through I've work send word to Mr. Standlsh that he's
him. The young fellow's face looked ed hard for the party, because I felt wanted on the phone here. Yes Here
worried and his manner had lost some I was working for you. But—well— Not In his room Here at the phone
this time I'd rather be working for the booths Fix It any way you like Only
of its wonted buoyancy.
other side. Because I believe they're get hltn here Inside of five minutes
“Dad." he said
No. no! Do as 1 say. I tell you. Good-
“lley?” asked Blake, stopping and right and we are wrong “
"Welt, then." blaied his father, In a by.”
turning toward his son.
dry
gust
of
unwonted
wrath,
"why
Reading Tom's face, as he was ac­
He hung up the receiver, rote and
customed by Instinct to read every don't you work for the other side? Go stood lounging against the rail, look
countenance that came into his range ahead' It's no great loss to us.”
lng down at Wanda from between bis
"You know perfectly well why I
of notice. Jim nodded and led the way
half-closed lids
don't
It's
because
you
are
on
this
to the amen corner
"Now. then, Miss Kelly.” he began
side— the wrong side Just now."
abruptly
“Now. then,” he demanded, half-
"Go over to them !" snapped Blake,
guyingly. half-anxiously, "what's on
"Yea." Mr B lak e r' she Interrogated
your mind? Speak up. son. There his rare anger still unspent. "They'd as he paused
be
glad
enough
to
get
you.
Not
that
never yet was a delicate subject that
you'd be worth a hoot In bell to them
(To be continued.)
wasn't the better for getting aired."
In actual value. But the fact that
you're the worthy son of your un­ Russian Peasants Farm State Land.
CHAPTER VI.
worthy blackmailing father would
In the Petersburg district of Russia
make you welcome. Go ahead! Lord, scientific agriculture is practically un­
A Family Row.
“ This— this story about Standlsh”— but I wonder what I ever did In the known. declares a writer in Country
old days to be punished by having a Life. The summer la too short to al­
began
Tom
uncomfortably; then
Well, low of the successful raising of crops,
paused involuntarily as Blake leaned canting reformer for a son'
why don't you go pver to them?-
and tillage Is confined to the lands
back with a grunt of relief.
“Just as you say.” answered Tom belonging to the vliisge communities
"That all?" asked the father. “I
was afraid I was going to get another with a philosophic shrug of the shoul­ In Russia practically every village la
state owned— that Is, under the con
call-down from my wise son on my ders. "Good night."
"Where are you off to. now?" trol of no landlord, and every vtllage
follies and sins. Honestly, Tom. I
don’t know how I ever got through grunted Blake Indifferently, albeit has within Its bounds a certain acre­
the first quarter-century of my life there was a glint of wistfulness In the age of common land. The Inhabitants
of the village have each one a fixed
without your holy guidance and cot- half-shut, steely old eyes.
"T o the club. To dinner." said Tom. amount of thla land assigned to them,
rectlon.”
moving away.
but, to avoid favoritism, a peasant
“Is that quite necessary*" said Tom.
“To the club, hey?" growled Blake, does not farm the same strip two sea­
“I only wanted to ask you—"
Afraid it'll sons running, but a rotation is prsc-
“Of course you did. You wanted to detaining him. ''Huh!
ask me some question in politics And hurt your spotless reputation to be tlced whereby each member of the
instead of being clad that you are be­ seen dining here with a 'black­ village In time goes over the whole
land of the community. The birth of
ginning to show an intelligent interest mailer r m
‘‘You have a positive genius for a eon is a source of great Joy on the
in my affairs at last. I made fun of
yon. I'm sorry, son. I'm an old crank. choosing the rottenest. most disagree­ part of a Russian peasant, for on such
Go ahead with your question. Yon able thing to sa~." remarked Tom; an occasion an extra grant of land la
were asking about this Standlsh and there was a note of hurt in his given to him. In the north of Russia
voice that somehow reached the fa r wheat la never grown. Oats are pro­
story?"
duced. but rye U the staple crop, aud
"Tes. I suppose It will give us the hidden and tortuous recesses where
Jim Blake's battered old heart was it la from thia cereal that the peasant
fight"
makes his bread.
supposed to be.
“Looks that way from where I sit." •
“W ell."
vouchsafed
the
father
replied Blake. "Such pretty romances
C ouldn’t Afford Luaunea.
hare wrecked many a man as strong grumpily, "maybe that was just a trifle
as Standish—and stronger.”
"O h !" exclaimed Tom. almost shud­
dering. “I wish you wcu.dn't use black
mail to win your fight."
"Blackm ail?” echoed Blake slowly
Then he paused. The rugged mask
of a face had not changed But the
pupils of the half-shut eyes had sud­
denly contracted as though a blinding
light had been flashed before them.
Yet. a second later, when Blake spoke
again, there was no trace of pain or
resentment In his dry drawling voice.
“Blackmail V he said once more.
"How about the way Standish dragged
up that franchise affair of mine last
year? VVhat was that but blackmail?"
“W ell," demanded Tom, in the stark
mercllessness of youth, "you were
stealing the franchise, weren't you.
dad?"
“Y es," asserted Blake with a de­
lightful absence of all false modesty,
"I sure was. And I was doing it neat­
ly. too. Not a ripple, not a kick, till
Standish butted in with his measly
reformers and queered the whole Job
and cost us a half million dollars
Son, every time I think of that, I want
to chase some one with an ax. I don't
lie awake nights thinking bow cun­
ning our friend Standlsh would look
with seaweed in his hair and sand un­
der his nails. But I keep that fran­
chise memory and a few others fresh
on the Ice. And it sure doesn't break
my heart to have a chance now of
getting back at him."
"But,” persisted Tom. “that was a
public matter. It doesn’t justify you
In dragging bis private life into the
lime-light."
"The deuce It doesn't? Who told
you that?*’
"My self-respect.”
“Oh! I thought maybe you might
have got the Op from some reliable
source. Go ahead, son. Doesn’t Justi­
fy me, hey?"
"No. dad, if you want truth. It
doesn't. It Isn't—clean !"
"Clean? Say, son, thla Is politics.
Not a prayer meeting. You've got in
the wrong pew.”
"If the right pew Justifies dirty
work like that.” flashed the boy, "I'm
glad I have. And I want to stay there
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"I Wish You Wouldn't Use Blackmail
to Win Your Fight.”
swift. Look here, lad," he went on, a
soft, almost tender tone creeping into
his dry voice, as be laid his hand on
Tom’s shoulder, "I'm the only father
you've g ot And you may as well
make the best of I t ”
"You're the only father I want, dad
But—"
“There! T h ere!” hastily admonish­
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buta!’ You know what you are to me,
boy. I guess I don't need to get mush-
headed and try to tell you And—and."
he repeated, hiding his momentary
tenderness under a cloud of made-to-
order Impatience, "that's why I hate
to see you loading up your alleged
brain with these fool Ideas about—"
"Let It go at that, dad," laughed
Tom.
"Oh, all right. I will. If yon like.
And you'll stay to dinner?”
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