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CHAPTER III
A C aller
Let« that night Bart Rogers sat
again la the office nt Leon Barrows
The mind of Bart Hagers was the
abiding place of only vague realisa
tions; It seemed unable to centralise
Its functions At last, however, hers
came the sharp aonnd to qnlck step«
la the ball, and the hanging of the
doer as Leon Barrows entered. The
thla-faeed attorney glanced toward
Bart and went to his desk.
“Well.” he asked In hia snappy, sar
castic manner, “why haven't you gone
to bed?"
“I was waiting for you. I didn't
want to go until I was sure everything
had been taken care of."
“I told you that I would do It, didn't
ir
"Tee—of oencse.”
"Then, that should have been tbe
end of tt.“
“You’ve taken care of everything?"
“Certainly.“
“Will—will there be tbe necessity
for an tngueat?"
"Aa inrseetr Tbe attorney looked
at him sharply. “For what?”
" I— I didn’t know. I always thought
it was necessary to have an Inquest
when a person died without medical
attentloa."
"You're erasy" Tbe attorney said
It la a Jdrky, unsympathetic manner.
"Braeybody knows what was wrong
with year father. It's all ftxsd up.
Looked after It personally. Hoffman,
the undertaker, has got everything ar
ranged. Isn't anybody you want to
send for?"
"No"— Bart Rogers shook his head
— "there's no dhe who would be Inter
ested.“
“What I thought. Any other reason
for delay?"
"On—on the funeral? I don't know
of any."
that she had gone on, content that
he would know, in that silent demon
stration. of her sympathy and her sor
row. Yet wtthal. ha wondered If she
had stopped; vaguely, uncertainly, he
iWt that someone was looking at him,
looking rteadlly and fixedly. He raised
hia head and turned— to stare with
something et surprise. The girl was
lest In the M ur ef the crowd. But Old
Jtm had remained, to «tend halting
and undetermined as thoogh some
thing were on his tips, something he
repressed only through the force of his
will-power. But at B art’s first glance,
he. too, turned and hurried on in the
wake of hia mistress. Three hours
“ I— I Can’t Take the Chenoa.”
than ever. I —I can’t take the'chance
My hand wouldn’t be steady. I —I'd
miss. Then he’d get a greater’ re
venge than ever. H e’d ruin her life—
and yours!’
"Mlue? Ruin my life?"
me th^t before I leave this room I”
Bart Rogers smiled nftrthteffOy.
" e re discussing a good many
things that may never happen. But,
If It'll help you any. Jim— I I I promise.''
Then Old Jim left.
And through the night, as Bart sat
hy the window, alone In his grief,
there Were moments when, in spite of
his sorrow, his mind reverted to ttie
visit of the shadowy Oltf Jim. nnd his
strange, mysterious request.
I t brought questions— a myriad of
them. And some answers. More than
once. In the years which had followed
their first meeting, Bart Rogers had
wondered why Anita Frannlston al
lowed herself to suffer the cruelties
which must be her lot at the hands
of her father. This was an independ
ent age. Rogers told himself an age
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later—
By his window in the darkness of
Ms room, Bart Rogers aat watching,
yet seeing nothing Alone, his brain
had begun to form pictures— of a man
who had slushed shoulder deep
through the swift water of an irriga
tion ditch, too excited to even feel
the swift touch of the water.
H e saw the picture of a man light
ing a lamp— and lighting it In a trem
bling manner which belled the casual
words of his lips—a man who, a mo
ment later, was to be robbing at his
father's side. He felt again the cold
touch of the handa, and of the cheek,
the pang of realisation as he bent to
the quiet breast, the horrible dutch-
lng anguish, as, a shadow In the night,
he staggered toward town with the
news that—
He turned quickly, with the dazed
nervousness of a person awakened
from a bad dream. He waited, tense,
motionless. Then It came again—a
slight, almost I imperceptible tapping at
the door.
“Who’s there?1
The answer did not come In words—
only In a repetition ef that clicking,
nerv,ous tup, as though some one were
rapping with their fingers, trusting to
the sharp, telegraphic clack of the
nails to carry the sound. Rogers stum
bled through the semi-darkness toward
the door and opened It, to Instinctively
stand aside as a bant, gray-halred fig
ure slid from the fstnt light of the
narrow hall Into tbe shadows af the
room.
“What Is It?” Vaguely Bart Rogers
had Identified the ahadowy visitor as
Old Jim
“Could— could I trust you, if I talked
to you a little while?"
The voice
seemed tense, almost frightened.
“Tell me what U la!" Rogers ejacu
lated. At last came the wonla:
“Mind If we sit down?”
"Not at all." Bart brought two
chairs toward the window. Jtm halted
hia a( a safe distance.
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their way to the broad, wooden stair
way which led to the office of the at
torney. There Old Jim tugged at his
arm. and when Bart turned toward
hhn, asked guardedly;
“ What la It? What does he want
yon for?”
“I don't know. He told me this
afternoon that he would want to see
tne tonight. He said he had some
things to talk over with me."
'Is it about money?" There was a
sharp Insistence In the older rnun's
voice.
I don't know. I suppose so—about
what my father left and that sort of
thing
It all has t<^ be settled up
and— ”
"Then be careful 1 Understand— be
careful I Don't do or say a thing with
out being sure of yonr ground. Don't
make them any promises—"
“They?”
“Yes. they've been up there talking
for an hour. He called me from the
window and sent me over to the hotel.
Lawyer Barrows didn't send me. H e—"
"Whom do you mean? I ddht— ’’
But the question and answer were
ended by a flood of light from the of
fice of Leon Barrows. The door had
opened, to dlacloee the attorney stand
ing there In wait. Old Jim turned
hurriedly and descended the stulrs.
Rogers went forward, and walked to
ward the desk, where sat the one
man In the world he had regarded as
Sn enemy. "Bull" Frannlston!
F IT ”
GroWng, bridge work and fillings. It will
pay you to get my prices on your dental work,
Casick bank building, Albany
be the sole right and property of aald
Egbert Fruhnlston, 1( Is agreed and
understood that any and all debts In
curred by the testator during hia life
time and by tbe said Barton Rogers
before tbe death of the testator, at this
time owing to the said Egbert Frannl
ston, including notes, deeds, chattel
mortgages ar any other paper of in
debtedness, shall be declared by the
said Egbert Frannlston to be null, void
and canceled, and without recourse In
law."
*
It was the Joker In. tbe w lU I The
thing which gave Barton Rogers ev
erything—yet nothing I
“Let me read that again!" can«
huskily from Bart.
“In case
that—’’
you
don’t
understand
“I understand tbe words," came
somewhat thickly.
“But not the meaning? I t ’s simple
enough. Jfist th is : Frannlston takes all
oil oh that land and cancels the debts
yon owe him. I t was a bargain which
seemed to be all on the side of your
father. Frannlston hfire w|U tell you
that I said that vary thing to him the
day the will waa signed— all throe of
ns wore up here In ttys office. Your
father thongbt this would be the last
place In the world whero oil would
be discovered, and told as so. I thought
the aame thing
Frannlston thought
differently. He said that he was Will
ing to take the gamble and. would 4«od
your father q to |10,0<» for IL That
you didn't gat tbo motley is—“
“I ’m willing to pay up the rest to
show that I'm on the square.” Fran-
nlstvn was lighting hia cigar.
Bart
Rogers turned on blm.
“Are you?" he Jeered. "A wonder
ful philanthropist, with millions In
sight I”
“I didn't know It when I mads tba
bargain.”
" I’ve gut a different opinion of that.
Besides, I w ont believe tbls until I see
tbe signature and— "
"Look on the bottom of the page,
then," came acidly from Leon Barrows.
"Is that yonr father » w n tia if
The eyes of the yeung man cen
tered.
"Yea," came at last.
Bart could not qndarstand— but be
did recognize the slgauture as his fa
ther’s,
Then Barrows spoke again.
“Now look at the second signature,“
he said, acridly. "Have you ever seen
that before?’
“It looks like the signature of Sher
iff Graham.
"That's correct.'’ continued Barrows,
“anil I ’m not going to argue with you
much longer about this, Rogers. I t ’S
“I figured It that way. Told Hoffman
‘You care about her, don't you? I've
when a girl was forced' neither
that we'd better have the funeral to
aeen It. boy." Old Jim rose now. “I through precedent nor public opinion
morrow afternoon. On account of this
saw It In your eyes this afternoon— to countenance Indignities cr mistreat
boots thing. This town's gone crazy—
I saw It there tonight. That'S what
ment. Thia was an age when a girt,
and It'll get worse every minute.”
CHAPTER IV
made me come here. I want to g it
rather than submit to cruelties, could
Baft nodded In dated fashion. Leon
your
promise.
make her own way In the world, and
Barrows shuffled a few papers of one
A rgu m en t
‘Then his voice trailed away.
Rogers had wondered why she had
of the orderly plies.
"My promise? To what?” answered not done so. Tonight there had come
"You know Frannlston, don’t you,
“ Very well, then," came Ms conclu
Bart.
an answer In an unanswerable mys Rogers?" Barrows asked. “This, ac
sion. “Glad you look at It In that
tery. Was It Old Jim, who through cording to the legal phraseology,” lie
way. Thought you’d be sensible; there
“That—that you'll marry Anita.
the fear of wjiat he knew inevltuhly continued In his usual, sarcsstlc tones,
why I told Hoffman to go ahead. I've
IT
'Is the last will and testament of
gotten you a room over at the hotel.
’’Y es!" Old Jim had caught him by would descend upon her, who had kept
No. 21. Here's the hey. Go over
the arms now, and waa holding Ih a her In the unkind hands of her father, Franklin Rogers, recently deceased 1
rather than allow her to go forth to
there and go to bed."
grip that Was almost spasmodic In Its
intend to probate It at Mannington to
apparent security, and by the excur
Bart Rogers rose and stared hazily
Intensity.
"You care about her—I
morrow. Therefore, I thought thut
sion
bring
even
a
worse
fate
upon
about him.
“That's better," he whispered. “No know you do. I want you to marry
I ’d better read it to you two inter
“Thanh»—far looking, after things body ein see ua from the street here.
her. You’ll have money—plenty of IL herself? What was that fata? What ested gentlemen tonight.”
for me. I t ’s rather taken me off my He seated blmealf. and hia thin hands Yon can go away— to New York, or was the evil thing which “Bull" Fran
“Just a minute I” Rogers rose heat
knitted. At last: “You own the land maybe across the water—some place nlston held In his keeping? What sort edly. “I object to this man being
fe e t I — "
of
a
power
could
this
man
hold,
which,
right
next
to
where
they've
brought
in
“Go on to bed!”
where »he couldn't get his hands on
Here. I — ”
Tbe lawyer nodded curtly toward this pH?"
her and torture her and teur the beert through a fe # Words, ehuld control the
"Oo ahead and object, If tt will do
destinies
of
two
persons?
“Yes.”
the door In dismissal, and Bart Rogerr
out of me I I ’ll help you—I give you
you any good. I put up the money
“I t ,U be worth a lot of money—If my word that Til help you! Til pre
Breakfast, than the perversity of
obeyed. A moment later be found
for you and your father. I'm here, and
you'd want to sell out.
himself on the crowded sidewalk.
tend to hate you, I ’ll let him think nature, demanding sleep after deny I'm going to stay here. I'm Interest
ing
It,
tent
the
fatigued
man
to
a
few
"It
should—
that
la,
If
the
otl
keeps
that tt will be a living agony to me
There was noise, there was bluster,
ed In this will, and I ’m going to hear
to see her married to you I Then he’ll hours’ reat. After that—a cemetery, It read.”
the laughter of women and girls min up.
Old Jtm laid a hand on hts arm
consent to It—because he will think and a caustic, snapping-tongued man.
gled with the shouts of men. Bvery-
Barrows, meanwhile, had turned a
“Boy," came In a low voice, " I wqnt It Will hurt me. Bart— ’’ the man's who accompanied him back to the cold eye upon tbe younger man.
where was the enthusiasm of new
hotel,
only
to
leeve
him
the
moment
to
tell
you
something.
I
can't
tell
any
finger
nails
were
digging
deep
Into
the
found wealth, as though every person
“To my son. Barton Rogers," con
they reached the door.
were to share In It, and as though each body. I'm "— then there was a long tight-clasped «arms now— “I'll do any
tinued the biting words of the at
"Going
to
send
for
you
tonight,"
slleuce—"
I’m
putting
myself
at
your
thing In the world for you If you’ll
one of those who crowded the streets
torney, Ignoring Bart’s protest, " I give,
la this outburst of Joy were a part mercy, In a way. In eveh coming to only promise 1 I ’ll crawl on my knees waa his parting. “Don’t ga running devise and bequeath all my real und
around. I want to know where to put
owner In that great outpouring of see you tonight. I f he’d ever find It to you. I ’ll— r
[lersonal belongings with such excep
But why— why should you think ray hands on you whan the time comes. tions as shall he noted below, all
liquid gold that was spraying against out— ’’
We’ve
got
to
talk
over
some
things."
“You
mean
'Bull'?"
that she would marry me? That she
the starlit sky ont there on the black
moneys, goods, chattels and effects, and
(Continued on pure 6)
'T il bq In my room.”
“Yes."
even thinks of me other than Io be
ness of the plains.
the sole right and title to 180 acres of
"Very
wall,
m
count
on
that."
"You mean— "
grateful for that night on the road?
It was through this milling, Jumbled
land comprising the northwest quar /^ASH PAID for false teeth, den-
Theo he turned Into the crowded
"You mat us on the road one night,
ta! gold. platinum and discarded
Why— ’’
throng that Bart Rogers, his eyes set
ter of Section 83, Township 8, Range
stAet,
leaving
Bart
Rogers
alone,
once
jewelry. Hoke Smelting and Refining
•Maybe she doesn’t, but I ’ll help.
and staring, his lips tight drawn, his come cryptically. Rogers recoiled In
74, to have and to hold, and with all Co., Otsego, Mich,
horror.
I'll talk you up to het^— I know the more with hia grief and his conjec rights and concessions to do with as
features old and haggard, was forced
“He would beat her? Again?" He likes yeu better than anyone .else tures. The motley collection of hu
to make his way to the hotel. That
he will, except as follows:
man riffraff that flocks to every oil
ha sheuld have been a pert of It, he rose and paced the room, at last to Aad I'll try to make her love yon.”
“To my good friend, Egbert Fran-
boom
town
was
present
In
full
force
felt Instinctively—yet It waa all halt beside the older man's chair.
Then he stopped.
Bart Roger» below In the street.
nlston. In recognition of his unfail
LAWYER AND.NOTARY
strange to him, all out of place, and, “Good Gqd, m an! you don't stand for waited long for him to continue, but
ing friendship— “
But up In his room, Bart Rogers
la a way, cruel. For Bart Rogers that? Haven’t you an ounce of red no words came. The clutch at the
“That’s a lie !" shouted Bart. “I
blood
In
your
veins?
Haven't
you—
watched
dusk
and
then
night
come
H alsey . O rkoow
could only think of tbe patient person
won't believe I t l"
younger man’s arms released slowly.
But the thin hands spread hope-
with hardly a thought of the milling
who had wafted silently by the window
’ — In recognition of his unfailing
Then the old man turned despondently
, lessly.
throngs So near. Ha had left word
away
day after day, who had undergone suf
friendship and hia succor In time of
at tbe desk that he was not to be dis
" I— I can't do anything. There are
fering, even privation that ha might
need.” went on Barrows, “I give, de
I
—I
guess
I
’ve
been
a
fool,"
came
rqasons why I can't. I — I’ve Just got
turbed by any one save a messenger
play hia part—only to lose In tbe end.
vise and bequeath all oil and mineral
to stand and look on. That's why be st last. “Just forget I've ever been from the office of Leon Borrows—even
At lest, however, be halted, at a touch
rights underlying the surface of the
hare.
that afternoon as the one dilapidated
takes such a delight In It; because he
on his arm, and looked down Into the
'I can t do that, Jim.” Bart Rogers carriage followed the hearse to the land comprised In the northwest quar Efficient Service.
Motor Hearse.
know« that I'm suffering. That’s why
features of Anita Frannlston. followed I— »
ter of Section «51, Township 8, Range
waa following him to the door. “But cemetery, a man had scrambled out
Lady Attendant.
at usual, by the dog-llke, gray-halred
74, the same being the identical sec
I'm afraid you've asked some Impos from the sidewalk with an offer for
"There’s the one way out—and
Old Jim.
tion, township and range mentioned In Brownsville....................... .......... Oregon'
sibilities
In the first place, a girl his land. *
you’d have a right to do It ! “ Bart
—■
the previous paragraph of this docu
"Pm so sorry.'' came quietly, and
doesn't marry a man unleas ahe really
Not that Bart Rogers did not care
Rogers spoke slowly, coldly. “No man
ment.
Upon acceptance of thia be
her hand still remained oo bis arm.
loves kirn. Then she marries without
to sell, either. Right now, however,
has a right to beat a woman—much
quest, with the right to experiment In
“You know, then?”
Influence from anyone. If that time
W . L. W R IG H T
he did not want to discuss the sale
less a girl. Understand that? And
search of such mineral and oil depos
"Yen I waa over In the newspaper there isn't a Jury to the world—
Mortician
& Funeral Director
ever cornea, you'll find me watting for of land, or to bicker over price». Ills
its, and the free use of such land as
ofilce. They're trying to get out an
He paused than. The falat light Anita, and If sbe’s willing to go with thoughts were on a different thing, on shall be necessary for such lnvestiga
Halsey and Harrisburg
extra about the oil strike, and I hap
from the street reflected the gleam In me. It'll be whether I have money or rke loneliness of a mound he had left
Call D. T avlos , Halsey, or
Sons, the rental of any needed land
pened to aee In the proofs tbe story
Old Jim's eyes as the older man half
not, and In aplte of what 'Bull' Fran-' behind that afternoon.
W, L. W b i C h t , Harrisburg
for pipe age. derricks, wells, mines,
about your father."
rose, hia handa extended, bla Ups work nliton or anybody else has to say or
An hour he watched the money-mad
shafts aad other equipment In case
Bart Rogers stared wordlessly at ing convulsively, his features fraught think about it. F ll—"
mob In a vacant, detached manner, at
of tbe discovery and production of any
the sidewalk
There was no way with excitement, with hope—than sud
"Don't I” The appeal bad come In last to rise at the sound of a knock
la which he could on»«wer her : denly with fear as he sank Into the a whisper that was almost frantic. on the door. Old Jim was there, look o(l or mineral, said rental to the afore
he could not find tbe words to chair again sad stared dully into “Don't—please— please, for God’s sake, ing querulously up at him. but this aald Barton Rogers not to exceed 12,50 >,
per year, payable at the end of each
thank
agrio vacancy.
or to r
don’t I" He looked about him hur time be did not enter.
calendar year, and with the agreement j
the agony ot hia discovery in the little
"Lawyer Barrows sent me for you.” and understanding that all oil and min
"No,'' came hopeleaUy. “I've thought riedly. “That can't be, Rogers! Un
cabin that evsoteg Once more be frit of I t I —I guess I'va thought of It
derstand— It can’t ba! You can't take
"Certainly ” Bart reached for his
th* slight (treasure of her hand upon mnre»tonl(ht tban-edar beforw. In,m y bar that, way—you mustn't—bear that? bat and Joined him/ Slowly they.de •rals which shall ba taken from the
F irs t-c la s 3 W o r k
ground, or’ beneath the ground upon
hia. asm,
U a tin ctlvtli. he kqew
Ufe. ’ But I oa» t da IL ’ I might oply You mustn't! You've cat ta prxjilse scended to OS? afreet, ' thap forced UUg w s H jwi N j decrlbed U a i L slmii
Amor A. Tugging
DELBERT STARR
Funeral Director and Li«
censed Embalmer
BARBER
SHOP
J- W STEPHENSON.
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