Arizona republican., 1898-07-09


 His tone was as uncorcerned as ever, his speech as deliberate as if he were discussing the most trivial of matters. In spite of my acquaintance with him, I was thunderstruck by this fresh evi- dence of his callousness. He enjoyed my surprise, I think, as singer may enjoy the applause of a long hostile critic. It was a tribute of the sort he understood and appreciated. As coolly as if he had been giving directions for days errand-going in Trent, he told the story of the accident. Jones, he said, on his way home from the beach tried short cut which ran near the knoll. Leaving his team in the little hollow where Dorothy Gray afterward found him, he cautiously approached r the hummock and climbed to it's sum- init. Turning corner of the house, he came face to face with Lamar. What talk passed between the two I never learned, but the intruder departed in such haste that his foot slipped on the slope. and he fell. From the way be limped on arising, Lamar believed that his ankle was sprained, but he con
 
 had picked up the lines, and was pre- pairing to climb to the wagon-seat, when his injured ankle gave way, and he fell. At the same moment the horses started. The fore wheel of the loaded vehicle passed over his leg, ana before he could get it out of the way if, indeed, power to move it remained the hind wheel had completed the work the other had begun. Lamar from an upper window of the house watched what was happening, and, so far as could determine from his account of it spent most of his time until the girl appeared gloating over the sight of the helpless man stretched out on the ground at the bottom of the depression. When Dorothy hurried to his house for assistance, he sat within, listening un- moved to her knocks upon his door and her cries for help. Moreover, he pre- vented old Martha from responding to the summons, when sounds of it pene- trated even her dulled hearing. These things he related as calmly as if they had occurred at the other end of the earth, as shamelessly as if there were no sense of pity in him. What my opinion of his conduct might be appar- ently. concerned him not in the least. He sat there telling the tale of his heart- lessness, with the cold, dispassionate directness of a man who is his own judge, and who holds himself blameIess and beyond the need of apology.
 ''He will survive, you say?" he asked, in the same level tone of indifference he had maintained throughout.
 I've hope that he will,'' answered, striving to keep all trace of feeling out of my voice.
 s'The odds?''
 Hast night they were against him; to-day they are in his favor"
 "Ah! He rallies?''
 ''He has the best of constitutions. In that lies his hope. I may as we'll tell you that in his incoherent talk last night I made out the word mist aken.' It was repeated several times. Did it have any bearing on his visit here?"
 Lamar's face bore the grim smile which, rare as it was, was the limit of his demonstrations of emotion.
 ''It had bearing" he said. "The man regarded me as a suspect He thought me a criminal of this country. in hiding. When we met. he perceived his mistake. That is all.''
 And you have no fears that he may cause you trouble?'
 'None," he answered. And he picked up his book, to warn me that OFT dis cussion had reached it's close. I left him as gladly as one leaves room the air of which is heavy with pois- onous vapors. l was oppressed by him. by his cruelty, by his utter disre- gard of the sufferings of another. Often had I been on the verge of hatred for him; now 1 realized that the line had been crossed, that the feeling that was bound to obey his nod, to come and 90 at his command, would be more oGious than ever. Why had 1 not the courage to denounce him to his face md to quit his services then and there :? Why had I listened cowed and unpro- testing? Why, even now, did 1 not turn back to ease my conscience like n honest man and to cast off the yoke which galled me? In my own heart the answer was only too clear. By degrees Lamar had gained an ascenden- cy over me, until now, eveh as cursed him, I recoiled at the very thought of boarding him, of daring to pit myself against his relentless will. Moreover. l realized that within the last few months a fresh reason for caution had sprung into existence. They say love ! makes men brave; know it sometimes makes them towards.
 When I approached the farmhouse, still bitterly considering the difficulties which seemed to hedge me about, Mrs. Weston appeared in the doorway. five got message for you, she called out. ''Your birds flown
 "What? Not Jones? He can't be moved" cried.
 "No, he's here fast enough. Dr.. Banks has called, and says he's doin'