The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-12-02

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disrepair. Faith had been summoned
to speak with him in the library, de-
mand which very much surprised her,
for she was the last one he yearned
to see, as a rule, after one of his temper
| airy evanishments from the affairs of
men.
Abby, with her bangs more maenad-
like than ever, was seated, rocking her.
| self, both feet leaving the floor at once
She looked hard at Faith as she entered
| the room, but did not rise OF cease rock
ing.
Mr.. Bingham languidly rose, and
placed chair for his daughter; she
could not look him in the face, his ap-
pearance was SO deplorable.
"Sit down, Faith" he requested, for
the girl had remained proudly standing.
81 thought you wished to see me only
for moment; am not very WELL" she
said.
II am sorry you are not WE'LL" said
her father. 81 feel pretty rocky my
self. Sit down. Ah-Abby, I have some
thing wish to say to Miss Bingham; I
will see you after awhile-about the
dinner, you know
Abby seemed half disposed to resent
this intimation that her company was
not desired; but, apparently thinking it
not worth while, she rose, and left the
room. Her chair continued to oscillate
for some seconds with the parting re-
pulsion communicated to it by her re-
treating form.
Faith raised her reluctant eyes to her
fathers face.
Mr.. Bingham began hurriedly in a
querulous key, clearing his throat, and
tapping the buttons of his vest with his
gold-rimmed eyeglasses.
at does not become you, Faith, under
the circumstances, to be so excessively
on your dignity; little more respect
for yourself in more important ways.
and these little forms would not matter
1 am afraid you have had very arti6-
cial training. Upon my word, don't
know how man is to bring up his
daughters, or whom he can trust them
with; I thought that your aunts had
made at least good girl of YOU"
Father, if there is anything you have
to find fault with me about, please don't
do it through my aunts. If have dis
appointed you, it's not their fault"
mo; you are right. It's not their fault
any more than it is mine. We have all
been deceived. But, 1 say, it's enough
to shake a mans faith in the daylight
Why, I thought that you were pride and
innocence ITSELF"
Faith replied with sad little laugh:
us it my pride or my innocence that's
in doubt?"
"Bless me, bless me, I did not think
you could be SO hard; I must be plain,
then. You cannot be ignorant of the
critical situation we are in: war be-
tween capital and labor seems newt
able. have serious responsibilities on
both sides, and friends, I hope, on both
sides. But it's imperative should know
who are my friends and whom I can
trust. A man would naturally think
that he might trust his own child
Mr.. Bingham paused, but Faith simply
looked at him in pale-faced astonish-
ment. 'How do you suppose I feel
when I discover that am harboring
spy. and that I owe his presence in my
house to the-connivance and sympa-
thy of my daughter?"
"a spy!" Faith repeated. ga spy on
whom? If there is such a person in
this house I did not know it,
"You did not know it? And you can
face me down with that innocent look!
Are you acquainted with Mr.. John
Darcie. as he calls himself?'' -
The pink rose of consciousness in the
girls cheek famed into a red rose of
anger. "Have you any reason to sup
pose that he is not what he calls him
self?" she asked.
81 have his own signature to prove
that he is not. I will show it to you
presently. He is a cowardly detective,
sent over here by the faction in London
that is trying to down me and discredit
my management. He sneaked in here,
and has been doing the scavenger ON the
sly for months; raking up lies and dirty
gossip, listening to every sorehead
that nurses a grudge against me or the
mine. He has been carrying the stuff
around with him, waiting for a chance
to send it off-his letters and reports
and so and SO Onto his hackers in. Lon
don. He sends them under cover to a
shyster lawyer in Spokane, who is in
with him. I say, is this the man my
daughter gives secret meetings to in
places where no young girl who valued
her good name would be seen, alone,
with a stranger, at twelve o'clock at
night?"
do you wish me to think that you