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THE MOllNING ASTOMAN. ASTOKIA, OREGON.
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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 ,
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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
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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
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SOLD MID GUARANTEED
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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
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ildermani beet use rve asked mm w
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"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.
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