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

him in his hour of anger, though VIII
could say she was not near enough t
hear the sigh which broke irresistibl1
from his lips as he emerged from thu
wood and approached his father
house.
a lamp was still burning in Mr.. Suth
erlands study over the front door. ant
the sight of it seemed to change for {
moment the currents of Frederick
thoughts. Stopping with the gate in hi:
| hand, he considered with himself ane
then, with a freer countenance and
lighter step, was about to proceed in
| ward, when he heard the sound of &
heavy breather coming up the hill, ant
paused-why. he hardly knew-excepl
| that every advancing step occasioneo
! him more or less apprehension.
The person, whoever it was, stopped
before reaching the brow OF the hill
and, painting heavily, muttered an oatf
which Frederick heard. Though 1T was
no more profane than those which hao
just escaped his own lips in the forest
it produced an effect upon srederick
which was only second in intensity to
the terror of the discovery that the
money he had so safely hidden was
| gone.
Trembling in every limb, he dashed
down the hill and confronted the person
standing there.
Your he cried, Your And for a
moment he looked as if he would like
| to fell to the ground the man before
him.
But this man was a heavyweight OF
no ordinary strength and adroitness,
and only smiled at Frederick's heat
and threatening attitude
Il thought / would be made well
come" he smiled, with just the hint OF
sinister meaning in his tone. Then, be-
fore Frederick could speak: L have
! merely saved you trip to Boston. Why
SO much anger, friend. You have the
money, of that am positive"
Hush! We can't talk here" whis-
pered Frederick. Come into the
grounds, or, what would be better, in
to the woods over there"
Il don't go into any woods with you, y
laughed the other; mot after last
night, my friend. But 1 will talk low;
that's no more than fair 1 don't want
to put you into any other mans pow
er, especially not if you have the
money!
"Wattles" -Frederick's tone was
broken, almost unintelligible, What
do you mean by your allusion to last
night? Have you dared to connect
me-
Pooh, Poohr' interrupted the other,
good-humoredly. Don't let us waste
have let DROP"
L don't care anything about last
nights work, or who was concerned in
it. That's nothing to me. All l want,
my boy, is the money, and that l want
devilish bad, or 1 would not have run
up here from Boston, when I might
have made half a hundred off a coun-
tryman Lewis brought in from the Can
ada, wilds this morning"
"Wattles, l swear
But the hand he had raised was
quickly drawn down by the other
Don't" said the older man. shortly.
"It won't pay, Sutherland, Stage talk
never passes for anything with me.
Besides, your white face tells a truer
story than your lips, and time is pre-
cious. 1 want to take the II o'clock
train back So down with the cash.
Nine hundred and fifty-siX it is, but,
being friends, we will let the odd six
60"
"wattles, I was to bring it to you to-
morrow, or was it the next day? I do
not want to give it to you tonight; in
deed, 1 cannot; but-Wattles, wait,
stop! Where are you going?"
ITO see your father 1 want to tell
him that his son owes me a debt; that
this debt was incurred in way that
lays him liable for arrest for forgery;
that, bad as he thinks you, there are
facts which can be picked up in Boston
which would make Frederick Suther-
lands continued residence under the
parental roof impossible; that. in fact,
you are a scamp of the first water, and
that only my friendship for you has
kept you out of prison so long. Won't
it make a nice story for the old gentle
mans ears?'
"Wattles-I-Oh, my God, Wattles,
stop minute and listen to me. l have
not got the money. I had enough this
morning to pay you, had it legitimately,
Wattles, but it has been stolen from
me and"-
Il will also tell him." the other broke
in, as quietly and calmly as if Freder-
lex had not uttered a word, that in a
certain visit to Boston you lost $500 on
one hand; that you lost it unfairly, not
having a dollar to pay with; that to
prevent a scandal I became your secur-
ity, with the understanding that L was
to be paid at the end of ten days from
that night; that you thereupon played
again, and lost $500 and odd more; so
that your debt amounted to 1855; that
the ten days passed without payment;
that, wanting money, | pressed you,
and even resorted to a threat or two:
and that, seeing me in earnest, you
swore that the dollars should be mine
within five days; that instead of re-
naming in Boston to get them, you
came here, and that this morning, at
a very early hour you telegraphed that
the funds were to hand, and that you
would bring them down to me tomor-
row. He may draw conclusions from
this. Sutherland. which may make his
position as your father anything but
grateful to him. He may even-Ah,
you would try that game, would your
The young man had flung himself at
the older mans throat, as if he would
choke off the words he saw trembling
on his lips. But the struggle thus be-
gan was short. In a moment both
stood apart, painting, and Frederick,
with lowered head, was saying, hum
bly,:
Il beg your pardon, Wattles, but you
drive me mad with your suggestions
and conclusions. l have not got the
money. but viii try and get it. Wait
here"
Ten minutes, Sutherland; no longer!
The moon is bright, and I can see the
hands of my watch distinctly. At a
quarter to 10 / viii receive the money
from you here, or seek it in your faith
er's study
Frederick made a hurried gesture
and vanished up the walk. The next
he was at his fathers study
door.
CHAPTER XIII.
Mr. Sutherland was busily engaged
with a law paper when his son entered
his presence, but at sight of that sons
face. he dropped the paper with an
alacrity which Frederick was too much
engaged with his own thoughts to no.
tice.
Father" he began, without pream-
, Il