Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-11-14

1osIibie Tor me to do again, ana 1 nops
I may live to prove it. As for that
check, will soon prove Its value in
your eyes. Follow me up stairs to my
father"
His energy-the energy of despair
no doubt-Seemed to make an impress
sion on the other.
You might as we'll proclaim your
self forger outright as to force your,
father to declare this to be his sigma,
ture," he observed
81 know it." said Frederick.
Yet you viii run that r!sk:''
eff you obl:;e ne"
Wattles shrugged Ills shoulders. He
was magnificent looking man and
lowered In that old colonial hall like n
youthful giant
Il bear you no i'll WILL" said he. "If
this represents money. am satisfied.
and begin to think it does. But lis
ten, Sutherland. Something has hap
pened to you. A week ago you would
have put bullet through my head be-
fore you would have been willing to
have SO compromised yourself. think
know what that something is. TO
save yourself from being thought
guilty of big crime you are willing to
incur suspicion Of a small one It's
wise move. my boy, but look cut! No
tricks with me or my friendship may
not hold. Meantime cash this check
tomorrow" And he swung away
through the night with a grand opera
selection on his lips.
Frederick looked like n man thor
ougllly exhausted when the final echo
of this hateful voice died away on the
hillside. For the last 20 hours he had
been the prey of one narrowing emo
ton after another, and human nature
could endure no moro, but demanded
rest.
But rest would not come. The posi-
ton in which he found himself be-
tween Amabel and the man who had
Just left was of too threatening ma
ture for him to dwell upon any thought
save how to avoid the doom menacing
him. Hiding himself in his room, he
sought way of escape. But one pre-
sented itself. 1t was cowardly one,
but anything was better than to stand
his ground against two such merciless
antagonists as had arisen in his path.
So he resolved upon flight.
Packing up 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
door opening upon the garden. To his
establishment he found it unlocked, but
giving little heed to this in his excite
ment he opened it with caution and,
with parting sigh for the sheltering
home he was about to leave forever,
stepped from the house he no longer
felt worthy to inhabit.
His intention was to take the train
Mt Dorchester, and that he might
reach that Place without inconTenient
encounters he had decided to make
use us far us 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 indeed
Of anything but to step on quickly,
for 1t 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 Dorchester at pres
ent, for when he reached the fence
dividing Mr.. Sutherland's grounds
from those Of his adjoining neighbor
he saw drawn up in the moonlight just
at the point where he had intended to
leap the fence the form Of a woman
with one hand held out to stop him.
It was Amabel.