The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1894-04-19


Don't be mawkish. Come to the
point, You want something. What Is
"Why, you're positively brutal, You
uncompromising young dogy' said Della
tole, with laugh, and then leaned con-
fdingly on his arm, something terrier
like in the intensified sharpness of his
face, but here goes! know you'll help
me, now that you are a Cresus again.
I'm tired working for The Challenge.
The pay, large as it seems, is beastly
small for all l do. Emerson is anxious
to sell The Morning Cry, and ! want to
buy it. Whewl What a chance for me,
I'd make it yell. Why, I'd be rich in a
year. Now, il can only pay him third
Of the required amount down, it's mine.
l want you, Murray, to lend it to me-"
1t was triumph that fiickered deeply
In Toms level glance. How often in his
luckless moments this voice had sharply
prodded him that now. sunk to caress-
ing tone, asked help of him!
"Quite impossible, my dear Delatole,"
he said promptly, with shrug. II need
every penny JUST now.
"You're jesting.". And Delatole grew
visibly paler. What is your pressing
need. pray9'
81 must pay my debts. AS you 50 Of
ten reminded me, they are legion. lowe
You nothing more-thank God for that
but there arc others
Murray, this is bosh. Let them wait.
! should certainly he first with you.
This is q critical moment for me. You
can't refuse"
II do. Irafuse."
There was a snllen, red T oint in Della
tole's purplish pupils. lie felt very
much as an elderly hen does who sees a
half feathered chicken leave the shelter
Of her wing and with defiant chirp
make its hesitating way alone. 1t was a
moment before he could control himself
and speak.
Surely Mrs. Baudoine's money"-he
commenced with forced, insulting
laugh.
you've talked good deal about that
money. Delatole. I'm sorry it must be
left ont Of your calculations. The en-
gagement's of. Sink or swim, go it
alone. Mrs. Baudoine understands, and
we remain good friends"
$50 that's the way the wind lies? You
must be growing sentimental again.
Well. then, your own money will an
swer. You're drawing big royalties from
your play. and it's one to last. tell you,
Murray, il you refuse to assist mo you
are contemplate migrate" He stood
up. placed his palms upon the table, his
voice coiling serpent wise around the
| words. st was who made you. Don't
forget that, my friend. You are an un.
formed STRIPPING, a youngster cropping in
the dark, without polish, without suav.
ity. Why, without me-
The blood rushed to Toms face.
'Don't remind me of what I was
without you. Don't let me think Of
what have become following you," he
interrupted fiercely. you made me,
you say? have ruined myself, rather,
and you have ably assisted at the wreck
ing. You can no more remake me now
than can myself"
He stood up, his eyes flashing with
their old impulsive passion. The words
came slowly, deliberately:
perhaps it's just as well we speak
plainly at last. Delatole, you've robbed
me-"
"whatY'
Eyes. you've lived upon me success.
fully for two years. I'm negligent about
money. and let you go on. but I'm NOT
a fool. Yon have bled me in most con.
sistent and mastery manner. doubled
my expenses with lavish recklessness
and knew it all the time. But kept
the peace, for | had made up my mind to
end it at the first opportunity" &c
leaned forward. his face close to Della.
tole's. and his clinched hand rang on the
table. 'It's ended now"
During his adventurous life Anthony
Delatole had many times been surprised
but never 80 thoroughly COMPOUNDED be
fore. He stood leaning upon the table
and watched Tom out OF the room
There was q craven malignity in every
line Of his sneering face. A longing al
most irresistible gripped him to KNOCK
Tom down and kick him until the hot
brutal desire for retaliation had beer
glutted.
/ ''Stumped. by Godr' he muttered.