. N SUNDAY APRIL 12, 1908. 7? THE MOllNING ASTOMAN. ASTOKIA, OREGON. 10 0 i'.l- -j. I 1 1 1 1 t; CHAPTER II. .I.WYN KKXNETT turned sharp- Iv toward the window, angry jit t'.ie luterruptlon, but Perry Yvalawrigntv usnenng nr in dies In from the veranda, met Ma cowl with wink of triumph. .Not so bud.. eh r called the boy. "Met them r.s ttiey were turning Into the drive. You see'' i 4 f Ah o wr tne younger oi ui two womeu-a pretty, flower faced girl who since her entrance into, the room . bad been engagea w tu'"1"! " lbzhted erecting with Dallas. "So you came to meet u? You said you Just happened"- "Did ir asked Terry ia, deep amase rt'enfc. ijWell. well!. The s fact, la, 1 wanted" to do something startling In oouur w lui-cuu ,v- w - " first He. I"- ' Y ' ' '' "Don't mind, blni. Cynthlar, laughed Dallas. "He's taken that way quite often." ' v" , "Oh,,, It's his usual pace, thenr queried Miss Garrison Innocently. "I thought perhaps he was just warming UP." ' Y.: ''&-'.;'''' Y ' "And now," pursued Dallas, taking possession of Cynthia, mucb to Perry's disgust, "tell me all about yourself. Have"- X ' TThere Isn't mucb to telL But there s going to be. Tm going to work." "Work WbatforT" r ' . "For a living, of course." Y "Not really." "Yes Isn't It rldlculousr broke in Mrs. Bennett, a sweet little old lady who now found her first chance to edge In a word amid the generalyol ley of talk. "But Cynthia Is set on doing It" "Why shouldn't I? t haven't a dol lar, and there's a theory that one must live." "But What are you going to dor ask ed, Dallas. '' !: - ' : ' ' i ' doia't know; -1 have a pretty good education. 1 shall find something. I Dallas, 1 think your brother Is giving ii a hiirh stern of some sort" "I amr declared Perry. "I Just wanted to tell vou there's a surprise waiting for you. Two surprises to one vonnoi Want to nee 'em?" "What is be tafldne about?" Queried Cynthia, appealing to Dallas for light on the mystery. "About Betty and Prince Charlie," re torted Perry. "Your two Boston ter riers that I bought Want to see 'em?" "Oh, the darlings! Of course I do. Where are they?" . "Come along and I'll show you. The darlings,' eh? Talk like that makes me wish I was a dog." "Don't de Bpalr," suggest ed Cynthia. "Maybe you'll vaguely bb u the meaning of this cryptic utr terance, .Perry followed Miss Garrison from the room, a grin of satisfied am bition wreath ing his tanned face. "To think of poor little Cyn thia having to go to work!" Perry JoUoma Mist QarrUsun from the . room. sighed Dallas, looking after them. "One would as soon think of putting a but terfly Into harness. Is It true she has no money left?" "I'm afraid It's only too true." an swered Mrs. Bennett "Her father lost everything In speculating. He was cashier of the Israel Putnam Trust company and afterward president 'He"-, . ,v ' .v. ,,: ., Y. : , She paused as the onlce door opened and Thompson, the secretary, came Into the room. At sight of , Mrs. Ben nett be seemed about to turn back; but, changing his purpose, crossed to the table and began to look for some docu ments he bad failed to gather up. ', "What was the ?test of, the stojry about Mr. Garrison?" asked Dallas, The Seaet of a Eeautiftil Face lies in keeping the iklapr tecteduwcuatdeaiiMd. Just wsihing U not ttsois&tirt ooly lei vet th idkaut mi more exposed Co thcinfeaiioa of dust and geriM te ssetd leis stuck c4 and weather. Aftvwsihinff,tp ply Roberdne sad eiptmace itt delirfitlul KSitthmmt, You will adiain the B lirni softneis it iaptns te fsos, neck and arms. . ft aot oclr stimulates a ndSaal glow, M protect! the ikia btm becom ing coarse. Prevent bon ing, tan and frecklts. , w fim nw , 4 A Ami P 7 . really Interested tn the older woman's tecltaL Thompson's pane" sHppod through bis fingers and went skidding across tha polished floor. The othera looked around In surprise. , ; i "Excuse nie!" muttered the secre tary as be stooped to gather up the documents. "Very awkward! rm sorry." ; , v, He went on arranging the scattered papers to his usual unobtrusive silence, ejracing himself from the general talk. you were telling me about Cynthia's father," said Dallas, "Oh. yes," said Mrs. Bennett, taking up the thread of her tale. "He was looked on as one of the most honorable bankers In the city. And so he was until bis misfortune." ' ' "Misfortune?" "More misfortune than crime. His wife waa a girlhood friend of mine, so perhaps I am prejudiced to his favor. A famous financier a dear rriena or his Induced him to make a very large loan that proved to be a mistake. He went to the financier for advice as to how to recoup the loss. The financier told him of an investment by which be could get all the money back with out any risk and could make good we loan. Mr. Garrison took his advice, used the bank's funds for the purpose and-the Investment proved worthless. The bank was insolvent Mr. Garrison shot himself." "Horrible! Horrible!" murmured Dallas. . "The horrible nart of the whole story came out later." said Alwyn Bennett. It seems the financier bad deliberately rained Mr. Garrison and was on the other side of the deal by which the bank's funds were lost In outer words, he persuaded his friend to put money In what he knew was a losing venture, then took that money nimseir.1 "He did It willfully" chimed to Mrs. Bennett "knowing his friend would be ruined and that the bank'a money which he . lured Mr. Garrison into In vesting was going to swell his own 111 gotten fortutj." 1"I did not think any one lived who could do such things," shuddered Dal las. "Poor Cynthlar . "Cynthia suffered least of all," said Mrs. Bennett. "She was little more than a child at the time. Her mother died of grief, and her brother a prom ising, clever young fellow Just enter tag college disappeared." "Deserted Cynthlar "Not so bad as that He probathy went, away sooner than face his fa ther's disgrace and began life some where far from home. , That was nine vears aeo. yet ever since then he sends Cynthia a little money every month- not much, but no doubt all he can scrape together above bis bare living expenses. She has tried in every way to eet to touch with him, but she can't locate him anywhere. There Is no clew except that monthly money order. t never knew him very well in fact only saw him once or twlcev-but I've heard he was a fine, manly boy. 'ine shock must hive been worst of all on him." "So a man lost his good name and his life, his wife died, his son's life was wrecked and his daughter impov erished," mused Dallas; !'and all that a financier might grow tfiittle richer. I can't believe it!" ' X little ashamed of displaying such vehemence in the presence of one or her uncle's dependents, the girl glanced toward the table. But the secretary had gone. -Y ,v, ',Y 7','Y "My husband," prattled Mrs. Bennett complacently, "always said : that . the men who rose highest in the money world reached their lofty places over the despoiled bodies of hundreds of victims. Thank God. my boy nas no such parental record to look back on. My husband was one man in a mu-Uon-the soul of honor both In busi ness and to private1 life. You've read of his splendid civil war record, xnen he went Into .business as a contractor and engineer and earned a fortune, every dpllar of which , was honest That's something to be proud of to these money loving times." ' "What was the name of the financier who ruined Mr. Garrison?" asked Dal las; still haunted by the nirratlve she had Just heard. "No one knows. It was suppressed at the time. The facts In the written confession left by , Mr. , Garrison be came public property; but, through po litical influence, the name or tne man responsible for the tragedy was sup pressed. Here I sit chatting on dole ful topics, while those two young peo ple are running all over the place. .un-: chaperoned, Excuse me, won't you, and I'll look them up?" ' : .: She smiled at Alwyn as she left the room, and his answering smile showed how. fully he understood and appre ciated her motive in leaving him alone with Dallas .Wain weight.: Perhaps Dal las, too, understood, for. she made ss though to follow Mrs. Bennett out into the lawn. But Alwyn stepped between her and the window. "Don't go Just yet" he begged, "I've so much to talk over with you. When they came in we were speaking of that paragraph about Glbbs and yourself. You don't love him, do you, Dallas? Tell me you don't!" , ,u What right have you to asic me sucn a questlonr.Yv Y- Y Y V , Y' "Only the right that my love for you gives me, dear heart You must have known X loved you even though I've never said It before. I love you. Dal las, though tIl today. I think, I never realized how much. Tell me it isn't true that you're going to marry Glbbe." "Even If It weren't true I snouia not marry yon. Alwyn," "Ah!" v -;- Y:. ,,Tne exclamation was wrung unco clously from hit whitening Hps. It was as though a pang of physical pain had pierced him. : . u , "I wouldn't marry you." wM on Dallas, though more gently, "because you don't really love tne.". i ,, , . "I do! I dot with my whole bean. r-. , y "Oh, Alwyn!" she exclaimed w'th aU tost, mother-like tolerance, "what a child you, are! What a mere child! Some one. tries to take away from you a plaything you've grown used to hav tog, .You never cared especially aoout the plaything; before; but, now that you're In danger of losing It you cry out: Qh,' I love it! I love it!" You'll soon find another toy that'll make yon forget" "Dailae, yon ire unfalrt Yob bvn no right to treat my love for yon s ir "As if it were a mere whim? Isn't it? Now, don't say 'No.' but look me to the eyes and .answer one question. If .Scott Glbbe hadn't proposed to me lf that paragraph had not appeared in the paper would you have come here today and told me yon loved me? No. yon know you wouldn'tr "Don't talk like that dearr implored Bennett "I tell you I love you! More than I ever dreamed a woman could be loved. I love you! 'P "There's an easy way to prove it then." . "What way? Anythlng"- "By doing something to make me feel proud of you. I don't feel so now, I could not marry a man who loiters his life away a man who sits Idle while others are thronging past him In the- onward climb.--Yon are xicn. thanks to vour father's efforts. What have you done with that wealth? If you've done no harm with It you've at least put It to no good use. 1 Yon are young, ' talented, highly educated. What have you done with your youth, your talents, your education? How have you used them for your own bet terment or for your fellow men's? What have you to offer me? Money? Social position? I nave plenty of both. What else can you offer me? Nothing -absolutely nothing." "My love, for one thing. I can offer you that" "In what Is your love better than any other man's? Behind It Is not a record of hard work, of self sacrifice, of achlevement-of any or tne things that go toward making love strong and enduring and beautiful to make.lt a support that a woman can lean on for life? What have you to offer me or any other womanr There was a silence. Yet when Ben nett spoke there was a new note to hla volce-a rine of awakening strength that Impressed Dallas to spite of her selfthat sent a wholly strange innii through her and set her heart to beat ing with unwonted quickness. . , k "You are right," said he. , "I have done nothing. I've been content to be a rich man's son. and I've nothing to offer that is worthy your acceptance, but that does not mean l never snail have. And; by the grace ; of,, God I shall! ' You've put things in a new light I see them as never did. If Isn't a ; wholly pleasant 'experience, but it's , good for me. " There's nothing' yet that ' I'm fitted to do, but I'll find: something, ' never fear. ,, And when I do" . "Don't say there's nothing you're fit for," protested Dallas. f "There's noth ing you couldn't accomplish If onco von set yourself to it Why. just think of those speeches you made, for Mr.' primer last, campaign. They were fine,: I was 89" '. , . y ' "Oh, "those amounted to nothing. I Just did it "to oblige him. And, be sides; it' was fnn to sway the crowds." "That! Just it. You did It for run and for a friend. Why not do some-i thing In earnest and for yourseir 7 'ine world is . fairly,, bristling with -opportunities for such a man as you. . Grasp those opportunities. Won't you?" "Yes! And when I do Is there any hope that you will?" "I have given Mr. Glbbs no promise. I told him to wait" f "Thon tnv chnnfe is as cood OS his. From now on I am going to drop the J role of rich man's son and be some thing on my own account If you have faith in nie If you believe to me if i there is a ghost of a chance that you can some day love me" Y "I have faith in you, Alwyn," sne j answered softly,. letting her band lie passive In his grasp.. Then, withdraw ing it with a pretty gesture of petu lance, she added: , fV "Only I wish it didn't always re quire a blow to roijiso you to action. Did you ever happen to notice that trait in youreolf?" , "Why. no. .1 don't quite understand.' "Then, here's; an Instance that, will Jh v.iii what I mean: lu your seulor year, at Yale when you were playing halfback on me varsity eieveu 1 n my first football game., U was against Princeton, t Yon were the only nan ou either team 1 knew, so 1 watched you from rirstjo i.nt t.ltfU as I understood foot ball, I could see yon were play ing clever, hard, conscien tious game. But It wasn't a fight ing game not the sort of game that carries ev erything before it Then, to the second half, In oneot the scrim mages I saw rrlncetoh man strike yon. Ob, It was a das tardly.eowardly blow! He struck yoa when your "1'outtcre the collfo Aero tft nan ot tht hour." ; head was turned away,. You saw who It waa; and you made no appeal, to the referee, but In the next scrimmage you broke that man's collar bone and stunned him. He was carried sense less from the field, and yoa kept on. You had begun to play a fighting game, and It carried you through the Princeton line for the only touchdown of the day. You won the ganie for Yale. .You were ,tbe college hero-tne man of the hour. But It took a blow to rouse you. Now do you under standr . Y,v ' I "Yes. .1 think I da Perhaps yoq're right I certainly remember the blow well enough. Do you happen to know who It was that struck me that day on the football field V "No. I knew none of the play an ex cept you Who" "It waa Glbbs." "Nor' . "I'm not likely to have forgotten. Ask him yourself. He will remember It J fancy..-It was a week before be left tbe Infirmary." ; "But I can't tvnllze that Mr. Glbbs would do such a thing! It was so cowardly, so "Oh! don't hold It against him, lie was excited and" . "Tell Mr. Phelan I'll see him in the library," called Watnwrlght from tbe ha!t "More politics!" exclaimed Dallas. "Come, shall we go out to the tennis courtr ' Tbey passed through the open French window as Watnwrlght and GibbS en tered the library from the opposite door. . ;The alderman's a little behind time," snld. Wnlnwrlght. "He's a character in his way. You'll be Interested In tncct lnif hjtn. GiMw." ' ; Y," "Mr. Phelan." announced the butler. "1 know my own name, sou," ' re marked a voice behind him. "You needn't go hollerln It nt tne like I was bcln' ratified nt an enHt side meeting. Moruln', Mr. Waluwrlglit. Mnybe it was you h wan tiollerlu' at", . , "You're a little lnte. alderman." s.ild the financier. r "I nlwii.tK am. , It Vac otbiT , feller do thf v.";i!t!n'. . 'Hint's m.v motlo, jiml many m jmwI hunc'K time I've n;ivcd bv It. WIio'h yon" f,"l';i(K'" , . "Mr i'l't' '' ("''' v. ' .'Jr ft j tjljZ.'jwCJlu'il.J iiimim..- jmLM in i n I it- 1 1 t . 1 . - n r- m m w m 1 . . b 1 m 11 11 1 1 1 1 1 1 i I i" 1! UVJ ill mm' r ' n r-K n 'rv. ; I I m II B 1 f II Ik r-ifmm. H I 1 V 1 1, W vr III : -.riXX rjfiSlsTJP T EfilAT rw" uuuqi 1 1 1 : u asssuia u 111 I iir-r3afw e-iB I! and bUiii n . ill Z3w U VJ wJ ' I I . ISHKilH 1 1 1 r-m rr n ra 3a I 1 111 lsluljiiw 1 .. . ... " , L Is 9 IS Glbbs. tills Is Alderman I'helun." , ,"Of the Eighth." amonqoa rneian. ni mini tu on it v tils ward last elec tion runnln' Independent! Fleased to meet yon. Vet. sir, I ran independent, aud I win. as Walnwrlght bere can tell you, Horrlpiu'a out agaifist me mis year, and lie's fc't carried 4way by some fool Idea that he can down me next oaniimliiti." ! "Can her naked Oiooa pomeiy. bored, ' ... ,; . , 3 ... "Can lie?" roard Phwan,, his close dipped bulr a brlstlo. "Can he? Can AMermnn I'lwlim. ' cheety Dick llorrlpm down Aldentiau Jimmy Phelan? Well! Notbln' to It. son. When I'm through with Dick ilorrlgnn he'll have worried blmw'tf so tbln they'll hnve to wear ghuntn to shave hint. I'll bury lilm so deep thi fall that they'll ne er find htm till thi-r start dlgt', a uh-njr to China." "You seeitt pretty connueut " owmtv d Glbljs. ? . . " 'Y'--1 "Confident? Why not? Why not I skyou? Why wouldn't I be confident? la there a voter lu the ward black, white, yellow or grcenborn-that I can t call by his Orxt name aud ask after all his children by name? Is there a voter in the ward I haven't staked to coal or outings or ball or boone? Is there? If so, name hlro to mo. rut a name to him. ' They're my friends twelve months of every year, not Just at election time. ,. Horrlgan. Intked! Say. If be starts runnln any man In my ward he'll have to sight blm by a tree to see If he's maklu any progress )t not Horrlgan. beyr "Come, come, aldermnn. Intenwsed Walnwrlgut "Why don't you and Horrlgan smoke the pipe of pence? Wbj"- Tbe only plie nie an' Dick Ilorrlgnn will ever come together over will tw a yard of lead pipe, an' my fist will be at one end. of that an' his thick head it th' other." "But" remonstrated Walnwrlght "he Is a strong man. Is It safe to flgiit olrhr "Why Isn't it?; He's got to come iuto the Eighth to lick me. and he'll tie ibout as strong there as a barkeep's In fluence with the Prohibition ; party. Resides, I like a fight.' I'm tbe 'original Stop, look 11 nd listen signal at Trouble Nation, P- "As a personal favor to me, alder man." wheedled Mr. Watnwrlght to his most persuasive manner, "yvon't you nnko a friend of Horrlgan?'; "I'd gladly oblige you by makln' a lue. fashionable, rolllckln' funeral of ilm. but rrlemls-f fiends" "But If I nsltd lilm here to meet you lZ3 h mfYJf;i DISEASES SAVCD HOI My son Rex was taken down a year ago with lung; trouble. Wa doctored some months without improvement. Then I began giving Dr. King's New Discovery, and I toon noticed a change for the better. X kept this treatment up for a few weeks and now my aon It perfectly well and works every day. MRS. SAMP. RIPPEE, Ava, Mo. SOLD MID GUARANTEED Charles Rogers Son, Druggists cordial to "I sure would- cordial as a uu. mpt to a rent collector. Ile'd he ai tii.nr welcome as m orvi' "I'm anrrv TOU lOOK at II WBl WB7t w ., ... .1.1 - ildermani beet use rve asked mm w . u. " v , ----- "To come bereT Quit your josnm 1 "But he doesn't know bo'U meet 'on,". . . .... An hll never find it out. tor m on my way. I'd sooner meet a p raae from th contagion hospital." "Of course, it you're reaiiy nrraia o him"':."'."::' "v. ' ' AfrM of hlmr snorted PboUU, vmlng to a full atop nt the door and thetj returning to the WUiaie or ti Mm "Afraid of Dick. HOITtMnl Show me tbe man rm afraid to meet and I'll meet him with pleasure just to show you It's a lie. as ror "Mr. Ilorrlgdnr" came the butler's annniinpement from the threshold. wouldn't The man who followed the announce l ..li lM 1,1m ltM.rt sent was ono wow eirw iu in tha chief reasons for hla success. Tall, stout, square of Jaw, aqnare f kmw hard of mOUth. h SWIUtHl to dominate his very iurronndlngs and to exhale a rough forcefulneHS mat car vint all before it. lilt physiognomy was essentially that of the born flk'hter as well as leader tbe roan that nei ther lves nor asks quarter From the days when as a ferry ticket seller be bad laid the foundations on his later for tune .. by "knocking down fares," up Fur a moment tht cnenitrs faced each otimr. through his va rled career t Dolicemaii. con rMnr nfiiittelan and bow. be bad t,,gt hla wav ever to the frout by that same force, backed by a bulldog pluck, a genius for organization nn t mentality wholly devoid of scruple nnd conscience. ... It could not be sold of IUcbard Hor rlgan that. bis moral" were bad He simply bad no morals at all. By wo tact with men of higher culture t!iiD bis own be bad lot his early lucomct ncss and vulgarity of speech. His dom ineering roughness of manner he had no wish to lose. It was by far too val uable an BKnet "Good morning. Mr. Walnwrlght" began Ilorrlgnn. with a breer.y fa miliarity, us bo strode Into tho library, nulla unabashed at finding himself In nrenenee of the dreaded finance king. "I'm a bit ahead of time, but"- tt. lanrMul ahort. with a KTUIlt Of rare. ills eves had fallen on Phelan. Bristling like a plueky terrier at the onset of a mastiff, tbe aldermnn stood bis ground, giving the boss glare ror rlnre And so for a moment tbe enemies faced each olher. To be continued. "Miss Hook of Holland," now in the fourth month of its cngagem at the Criterion Ilicatrc, wwnrrtwo tnonthn end its Ncw- Vork career for this year and "begin a Spring and Sunitncr seaspi at rowers' Theater, Chicago. UU I ''-a 1 T t 1 LJ UL U Wm GOLDS SOtl' 3 LIFE 50c AND $1.00 DY C -I t r. 1