The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-12

, mean to make man of myself as soon
, as possible"
, The look which Mr. Sutherland gave
!, him was more inquiring than sympa-
; thetic.
And you need this money for a
Start?' said he.
Frederick bowed. He seemed to be
losing the faculty of speech. The clock
over the mantel had told off five of the
precious moments.
I will give it to you said his
father, and drew out his check book.
But ne did not hasten to- open it; his
eyes still rested on his son.
Now" murmured the young man.
There is a train leaving soon. 1 wish
to get it away on that train"
His father frowned with natural dis
trust
I wish you would confide in me-
said he
Frederick did not answer. The hands
OF the clock were moving on.
81 will give it, but should like to
know what for
Impossible groaned the young
man, starting as he heard a step on the
walk without.
Your need has become strangely
imperative" proceeded the other. Has
Miss Page
Frederick took a step forward and
laid his hand on his fathers arm.
1t is not for her. he whispered. 'It
goes into other hands"
Mr.. Sutherland, who had turned over
the document as his son approached,
breathed easier. Taking up his pen. he
dipped it in the ink. Frederick watched
him with ever whitening cheek The
step on the walk had mounted to the
front door.
Nine hundred and ffty?" inquired
the father.
Nine hundred and fifty" answered
the son.
The judge, with last look, stopped
over the book. The hands of the clock
pointed to a quarter to TO-
Father, [ have my whole future in
which to thank you," cried Frederick.
Selling the check his father held out to
him, and making rapidly for the door
I will be back before midnight" And
he flung himself downstairs Just as the
front door opened and Wattles stepped
in.
All" exclaimed the latter, as his
eye fell on the paper fluttering in the
others hand, Il expected money, not
paper
THE paper is good,' answered Fred
erick, drawing him swiftly out of the
house, 1T has my fathers signature
upon it,
Your fathers signature"
| Yes"
Wattles gave it look, then slowly
shook his head at Frederick
Is it as well done" said he "as the
one you tried to pass off on Brady?"
Frederick cringed. and for a moment
looked as if the struggle was too much
for him. Then he rallied, and, cycling
| Wattles firmly said:
You have a right to your distrust,
but you are on the wrong track, Wat
| ties. What I did once it would be i'm
| possible for me to do again; and hope
1 may live to prove it. AS for that
check, / will soon prove it's value in
your eyes. Follow me upstairs to my
father"
Els energy-the energy of despair, no
doubt-seemed to make an impression
on the other.
You might as well proclaim your
self forger outright. as to force your
father to declare this to be his sigma
ture," he observed.
I know il" said Frederick
Yet you will run that risk?"
If you oblige me-
Wattles shrugged his shoulders. He
was a Notwithstanding man, and
lowered in that old colonial hall like
youthful giant
Il bear you no i'll WILL" said he. eff
this represents money 1 am satisfied.
and begin to think it does. But listen.
Sutherland. Something has happened
to you. a week ago you would have
put bullet through my head before
you would have been willing to have so
compromised yourself. I think / know
what that something is. To save your
self from being thought guilty of big
crime you are willing to incur sus-
p1cion of small one. It's wise move,
my boy, but look out! No tricks with
me, or my friendship may not hold
Meantime, | cash this check tomor-
row" And he swung away through the
night with grand opera selection on
his lips.
Frederick looked like man thor
oughly exhausted when the final echo
of this hateful voice died away on the
hillside. For the last twenty hours he
had been the prey of one narrowing
emotion after another, and human ma
ture could endure no more, but de-
manded rest.
But rest would not come. The posi-
ton in which he found himself between
Amabel and the man who had Just left
was OF too threatening nature for him
to dwell upon any thought, save how to
avoid the doom of menacing him. Hid
ing himself in his room, he sought a,
way of escape. But one presented it.
sell. 1t was a cowardly one, but any
thing was better than to stand his
ground against two such merciless an
tagonists as had arisen in his path
SO he resolved upon flight.
Packing up a few necessaries, and
writing letter. which he left on his
table to be given to his father in the
morning, he made his way down the
stairs of the now darkened house to a
door opening upon the garden To his
establishment. he found it unlocked, !
but giving little heed to this in his ex-
element, he opened it with caution.
and, with parting sigh for the shell
tering home he was about to leave for
ever, stepped from the house he no
longer felt worthy to inhabit.
His intention was to take the train at
Portchester, and that he might reach
that place without inconvenient en-
counters, he had decided to make use
as far as possible of the path through
the fields. This led him north and
along the ridge that overlooks the road
running around the base of the hills.
But he did not think of this or, in |
deed of anything but to step on quick |
", for it was too desirable for him to +
leave on the early morning train for !
him to forfeit this chance of doing this |
by any unnecessary tagging. But he !
was not destined to take that or any /
other train out of Portchester at pres |
ent, for when he reached the fence d. |
viding Mr.. Sutherland's grounds from
those of his adjoining neighbor, he saw.
drawn up in the moonliy nt, just al the |
point where he had intended to leap |
the fence, the form of a woman, with |
one hand held out to stop him.
1t was Anlabel.
(To be Continuedl
The ROGsslor & HaSSIaClGr ChamnaIG0