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-Zl --f-Tajiripr THB DAILY OOPS BAY TPHSS, MAnailFIKT.D, OREGON, SATURDAY, MAY f, 1007. The Manager Of the B. . A. 1 By VAUGHAN Copyright, 1901, (Continued from Wednesday.) "Then there was something to the old man after all," said Mrs. Emory, whose sympathies were as generous as they were easily aroused. "A good deal, I should say. Ho must have known that ho was coming back to nrrest and almost certain convic tion." Constance's glance searched her fa ther's face. She wanted to hear more of Oakley. Iler heart was hungering for news of this man who had risked his life to save them. All her lingering tenderness, the unwilling growth of many days, was sweeping away the barriers of her pride. "Mr. Oakley was not hurt?" she questioned breathlessly, pale to the lips. "Ho is pretty badly shaken up, and no wonder, but he will be all right in the morning." "Where Is he now?" she asked. Her father turned to hor. "Oakley You look tired out, Con stance. Do go to bed. I'll tell you all about It In tho morning." "Whero Is ho now, papa?" she ques tioned, going to his side nnd clasping her hands about his arm. "Down at the shop. They carried his father thero from the train." "Why didn't you have them bring him here?" said Mrs. Emory quickly. "After this I won't listen to a word against either of them. I would like to show the town Just how we feel in tho matter." "I suggested it, but Oakley wouldn't hear to it. But don't worry nbout tho town. It's gone wild. You should have seen the crowd on the platform when It saw Oakley in tho engine cab. It went Btark mad." Again Constance's eyes swam with tears. The strike, the murder of Ry der, the Are, had each seemed In turn a part of tho tragedy of her life at An tloch, but Oakley's return was wholly glorious. Her father added, "I shall seo Oak ley In the morning and learn If we can be of any service to him." A little later, when Constance went to her own room, she drew forward a chair and seated herself by the win dow. Across the town, on the edge of tho "flats," she saw dimly the long, dark outline of the railroad shop, with its single tall chimney. She thought of Oakley as alone there keeping watch at the side of the grim old murderer who had so splendidly redeemed him self by this last sacrifice. Great clouds of black smoke were still rolling over the town, and the woods were still blazing fiercely in the distance. Beyond her window she heard the call of frightened birds as they fluttered to and fro In the dull red light, and farther off, In the north end, the muffled throbbing of tho fire engines. If she had had any doubts as to her feeling for Oakley these doubts were now a thing of tho past She knew that she loved him. She bad been pet ty and vain. She bad put the small things of llfo against the great, and this was her punishment Sho tried to comfort herself with the thought that she should see him in the morning. Then she could tell blm all. But what could she tell him? The time had gone by when she could tell him anything. It was almost morning when she un dressed and threw herself down on her bod. She was disconsolate and miser able, and the future seemed quite bar ren of hope or happiness. Love had come to her, and she had pot known Its presence. Yes, she would tell Oak ley that she bad been little and narrow and utterly unworthy. He had cared for her, and perhaps he would under stand. She fell asleep thinking this nnd did not waken until her mother called her for breakfast "I am waiting for your father. Ho has gone down to see Mr. Oakley," Mrs. Emory said wbeu she entorod the dining room. Constance glanced at tho table. "Is he going to bring Mr. Oakley back with him ?" she asked nervously. "He expected to. I declare, Con stance, you look worn out Didn't yon sleep well?" "No, not very. I wonder if they are coming?" "You might go look," said her moth er. And Constance hurried into the par lor. She was just in time to see her father enter the gate. Ho was alone. Constance flew to tho front door and threw it open. "He wouldn't come?" she cried breathlessly. "He's gone." "Gone?" "Yes, a train was mado up early this morning, and ho has returned to Buckhorn Why, what's the matter, Constance?" For Constance, with a llttlo gasp of dismay, had slipped down- into a chair, with her hands before her face. "What is it dear?" bo questioned anxiously. But she gave him no an swer. Sho was crying softly, unre strainedly. It was all over. Oakley was gone, and with him went her only hope of happiness. Yet more keen than her senso of pain and personal J loss was her regret that bo would nev er understand that sho respected and admired" him as he deserved. KESTER by Harper & Brother -L am sorry, Constance, out 1 dtau'c know that you especially wanted to see him," said the doctor awkwardly, but with a dawning comprehension of what it all meant She mado no an swer. "What Is it, dear?" he repeated. "Oh, nothing. I wanted to tell him about something, that Is all. It doesn't matter now." Sho glanced up Into his face with a sudden doubt "You didn't see him; you are quite sure he went away without your seeing him; you nre not deceiving me?" "Why, of course, Constance, but he'll come back." "No, ho won't, papa," shaking her head sadly. "He's gone, nnd he will never come back. I know him better than you do." And then she fled promptly upstaiOi to her own room. This was the nearest Constance came to betraying her love for Oakley. She was not much given to confidences, and the Ideals that had sustained her In her pride now seemed bo childish and un worthy that sho had no wl6h to dwell upon them, but whenever Dan's name was mentioned In her presence she looked frightened and guilty and avoid ed meeting her father's glance. It seemed, indeed, that Oakley had taken flnnl leave of Antloch. A now manager appeared and took formal chargo of the destinies of the road. Under his direction work was resumed in the shops, for the strike had died S natural death. Nono of the hands was disposed to question the 10 per cent cut, and beforo tho winter was over tho scale of wages that had been In force before tho strike was inaugurated was voluntarily restored. Tho town had no criticisms to mako of Johnson, the new manager, a quiet, competent official; the most any ono said was that he was not Oakley. That was enough. For Dan had come Into his own. Early In October there was a flutter of excitement when Turner Joyce and his wife left for the east to be Oakley's guests. When they returned some weeks later they had a good deal to say about him that Antloch waB frank ly curious to hear. Ho had taken his father to Burton, whero his mother was burled. After ward he hod joined General Cornish in New York. While abroad tho financier had effect ed a combination of Interests which grouped a number of roads under one management, and Dan had been made general superintendent of the consoli dated lines, with his headquarters In New York city. Tho Joyces were but vaguely informed as to where these lines were, but they did full justice to their magnitude, ios well as to the im portance of Oakley's new connection. The dull monotony of those fall days In Antloch was never forgotten by Constance Emory. Sho was listless and restless by turns. She had hoped that she might hear from Oakley. She even thought the Joyces might bring her some message, but none bad come. Dan had taken her at her word. Sho had made no friends, and, with Ryder dead and Oakley gone, she saw no ono and Anally settled down into an apathy that alarmed the doctor. He, after somo deliberation, suddenly announced bis intention of going east to attend a medical convention. "Shall you see Mr. Oakley?" Con stance asked, with quick interest "Probably, if he's in New York when I get there." Constance gave him a scared look and dropped her eyes. But when the time drew near for his departure she followed him about as If thero wcro something on her mind which sho wish ed to tell him. The day he started sho found cour age to ask: "Won't you take me with you, papa?" "Not this time, dear," be answered. She was quiet for a moment and then said: "Papa, you are not going to tell him?" "Tell who, Constance. What?" "Mr. Oakley." "What about Oakley, dear?" She looked at him from under ber Song lashes, while the color slowly mounted to hor cheeks. "You are not going to tell him what you thk you know'" The doctor smiled. "I wish you would grant mo tho possession of ordinary sense, Con stance. I am not quite a fool." "You are a precious," sho said, kiss ing him. "Thank you. What message Bhall I give Oabiey from you?" "None." "None?" "He won't want to hear from me" shyly. "Why not?" "Because be just won't, papa. Be sides, I expect be has forgotten that such a person ever lived." "I wouldn't bo too euro of that What was the trouble, Constance? You'd hotter tell me, or I may say something I shouldn't" "Oh, you must not Bay anything In alarm "you must promise." "Constance, what did Oakley say to you that last day bo was here at tho bouse V ruiusaJuM'a abuac vandand tatlvely from her father's face to tne window nnd back again, while her color came and went There was a far away, wistful look In her eyes and a sad little smile on her lips. At last she said softly: "Oh, he said a number of things. I can't remember now all bo did say." "Did Oakley tell you he cared for you?" Constance hesitated a moment then, reluctantly: "Well, yes, he did. And I let blm go, thinking I didn't care for him," miserably and with a pathetic droop of her lids, from which tho smile had fled. "I didn't know, and I have been so unhappy!" "Ohl" Constance left tho room abruptly. When he reached New York the first thing the doctor did was to look up Oakley. Ho was quick to notlco a certain constraint In the young man's manner as they shook hands, but this soon passed off. "I am awfully glad to sec you," ho had said. "I have thought of you again and again, and I have been on the point of writing you a score of times. I haven't forgotten your kindness to me." "Nonsense, Oakley. I liked you, and It was a pleasure to me to be able to show my regard," responded tho doc tor, with hearty good will. "How is Mrs. Emory and Miss Em ory?" "They are both very well. They were Just a llttlo hurt that you ran off with out so much as a goodby." Oakley gave him a quick glance. "Sho is Miss Emory is still In Antl och?" Tho doctor nodded. "I didn't know but what she might bo In tho city with you," Dan explain ed, with evident disappointment. "Aren't we ever going to see you In Antloch again?" inquired the doctor. He put tho question with studied In difference. Dan eagerly scanned his face. The doctor hdgeted awkwardly. "Do you think I'd better go back?" ho asked, with a perceptible dwelling on tho "you." The doctor's face became a trifle red. He seemed to weigh the matter care fully, then he said: "Yes; I think you'd better. Antloch would like mightily to lay hands on you." Dan laughed happliy. "You don't suppose a fellow could dodge all that, do you? You see, I was going west to Chicago in a day or so, and I bad thought to take' a run on to Antloch. As a matter of fact, Cornish wants me to keep an eye on the shops. They are doing well, you know, and wo don't want any falling off. But, you understand, I don't want to get let In for any fool hysterics," he added im patiently. Notwithstanding the supposed confi dence in which telegrams are transmit-, ted, Brown, the day man at Antloch, generally used his own discretion In giving publicity to any facts of local Interest that came under his notice. But when ho wrote off Dr. Emory's message announcing that he and Oak ley were in Chicago and would arrlvo In Antloch the last of the week he held It for several hours, not quite knowing what to do. Finally ho delivered It In person, a sacrifice of official dignity that only the exigencies of the occa sion condoned In his oyes. As he hand ed it to Mrs. Emory he said: "It's from tho doctor. You needn't be afraid to open It; bo's all right. He'll be back Saturday night and he's bringing Mr. Oakley with him. I came up to see if you had any objection to my letting tho town know." Mrs. Emory saw no reason why the knowledge of Oakley's return should be withheld, and In less than half an hour Antloch, with bated breath, was discussing tho news on street corners and over back fences. That night the town council met in secret session to consider the weighty matter of his reception, for by com mon consent It was agreed that the town must take official action. It was suggested that be be given tho free dom of tho city. This sounded largo and met with Instant favor, but when tho question arose as to how tho free dom of the city was conferred the pres ident turned, with a slightly embar rassed air, to the member who bad made tho motion. Tho member ex plained, with some reserve, that he be lieved the most striking feature had to do with tho handing over of tho city keys to the guest of hunor. But unfor tunately Antloch had no city keys to deliver. The only keys that by any Stretch of the Imagination could be so called were those of the courthouso, and they were lost Here an appeal was mode to tho Hon. Jcb Barrows, who was usually called in to straighten out any parlia mentary tangles in which the council became involved. That eminent states man was leaning dreamily against a pillar at tho end of tho council cham ber. On one of, the cards he had al ready penciled the brief suggestion, "Feed blm and have out the band." He handed tho card to the president and the council heaved a sigh of relief. The momentous question of Oakley's official reception was settled. When Dan and Dr. Emory stepped from No. 7 Saturday night the station platform was crowded with men and boys. Tho brass band, which Antloch loved with a love that stifled criticism, perspiring and In dire haste, was turn ing tho street cornor half a block dis tant Across the tracks at the railroad shops a steam whistle shrieked on ec static welcome. Dan glanced at tho doctor with a lightly puzzled air. "What do you suppose Is the mat tor?" he asked unsuspiciously. "Why, man, don't you understand? It's you!" There was no need for him to say more, for tho crowd had caught sight of Dan and a hundred voices cried: "There he 1st There's Oakleyr And In an Instant Antloch, giving t way to wild enthusiasm, was cheering itseir black in the face, while above the sound of cheers nnd the crash of music the steam whistle at the shops shrieked and pealed. The blood left Oakley's face. Ho looked down at the crowd .and naw Turner Joyce. He saw McCUntock and Holt nnd the men from the shops, who were, if possible, the noisiest of all. He turned helplessly to tho doc tor. "Let's get out of this," he said be tween his teeth. Tho crowd and tho noise and the excitement recalled that other night when ho had ridden Into Antloch. As he spoke ho swung him self down from tho steps of tho coach, and tho crowd closed about him with a glad shout of welcome. The doctor followed moro slowly. As ho gained the platform tho Hon. Jeb Barrows hurried to his side. "Where Is ho to go, Doc?" he panted. "To your houso or to tho hotel?" "To my house." "All right, then. Tho crowd's .spoil ing tho whole business. I'vo got an address of welcomo in my pocket that I was to havo delivered, and there's to be a supper nt tho rink tonight. Don't let him get away from you." Meanwhile Dan had succeeded In ex tricating himself from the clutches of his friends nnd was struggling toward a closed carriage at tho end of the plat form that ho recognized as tho Em orys'. In his haste and the dusk of tho dull October twilight ho supposed tho flguro ho saw In the carriage to bo the doctor, who had preceded him, and called to the man on the box to drive home. As ho settled himself ho said re proachfully: "I hopo you hadn't anything to do with this." A slim, gloved hand was placed m his own, and a laughing voice said: "How do you do, Mr. Oakley?" He glanced up quickly and found himself face to face with Constance Emory. Thero was a moment's silence, and then Dan said, the courago that had brought him all the way to Antloch suddenly deserting him: "It's too bad, isn't it? I hnd hoped I could slip in and out of town without any one being the wiser." "But you can't" with a llttlo air of triumph. "Antloch Is going to ontcr taln you. It's been in a perfect furor of excitement ever since it know you were coming back." "Well, I suppose thero is no help for it," resignedly. "Where is my father, Mr. Oakley?" "I guess wo left him behind," with sudden cheerfulness. Ho leaned for ward so that ho could look into her face. "Constance, I havo returned because I couldn't stay away any longer. I tried to forget, but It was no use." wne naa witnarnwn ner nana, Dut no hnd found it again, and now his fingers closed over it and held it fast. He was feeling a sonse of ownership. "Did you como to moot me?" be asked. "I came to meet papa." 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