The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-04-22
The Trouble 8
or, the Toro1ito.
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
Copyright 1888, by Francis Lynde.)
CHAPTER IX.-CoNT1NuEp.

CHAPTER IX.-CoNTINUED.
"Nan, you care great deal for Mr..
Wykamp, don't you?" I said, sitting
up and trying to secure an eye-hold
upon her.
She bent lower over her work. and
a dull flush began to creep slowly up
under the softened brown of her
neck and cheek.
is that any O. your business?" she
aueried, antagonistically.
cit is. I owe you my life, Nan, and
can't keep silence and see you
throw yourself away on that scoun-
drel."
"Humph!" she said. "Paw an nav
we been putin you up to say that,
4 reckon
Neither of them has ever said a
word to me about yourself or the en-
gineer. But I know what I am talk
Eng about. The man is a scoundrel,
dyed in the wool. He doesn't mean
to be honest with you; he has never
meant to be honest with any woman
he has ever made love to-"
She went on sewing steadily, and
but for the dull flush deepening now
to crimson I should not have known
that I had touched her. But the ex-
plosion came at last.
you're towards, all of you'll" she
burst out, the beautiful eyes which
Mare her major charm flashing in
dignation, and the ripe lips curling
scornfully. "You don't darst say it
TO his'n face-nary one of you'll"
"Be patient, Nan, if you can. I'm
only trying to do you service. Bring
aim to me and I shall show you how
willingly I shall confront him with
his past and give him a chance to
clear himself-if he cam
She was silent for full minute.
Then she said:
''He's done cleared himself-to me-"
4'Then he has lied to you.''
She flashed out again at that.
81 say you don't darst call him a
liar to his'n face! I said a minute
ago at it was paw an nav at set
you on. I know better, now. 1t was
the school-ma'am that's who it was.
You needn't to tell me anything
about her. I know!"
what has Wykamp told you about
Miss Sanborn?"
THAT'S none O. your business,
either. But if was her, I'd keeE
mighty quiet. I'd be 'shamed to lei
on. would So"
Miss Sanborn has never lisped a
word to me, or to anyone, Nan. And
she has nothing to be ashamed of;
she was innocent as-as you mean tc
be. You will understand me when ]
say that if I were her brother
the world wouldn't be large enough
to hold Wykamp and myself"
81 don't believe it" she said, stub
bornly. "You can't prove mare thins
ag'inst him-none of you"
81 can. I can prove that which
should make most men and al
women despise him"
"Humph!" she said, again. "Talk'
mighty cheap!"
1t was now or never. I had com,
to my final round of ammunition, ant
if the shot missed the battle woult
be lost. I took the newspaper clip
ping from my pocket-book and rea.
it aloud to her, prologuing it will
as much of Grantley's letter as wa
necessary to clear the reporter
story of any possibility of being mis-
understood. She heard ne through
with her needle at her lip, and wa
dismayed to see her eyes grow har,
with ADDED incredulity. The sho
had missed.
"Let me see that" she commanded
when I had made an end.
I returned the slip and the lette
TO my pocket-book
Not now, Nan. You are disap
pointed and angry, as you have
Fright to be. But you should quarre
with the man--not with the facts"
II don't believe mare single wor,
of it, an never will, less'n I Sc
Sit with my own eyes" She said j
deliberately and quite without heat
s"You've jest fixed it up amongst you
1an' it's mean lie from beginnin' t.
Send. If cared enough about it II
tell him what-all you say"
shrugged my shoulders. 81 owet
1t to you to tell you, Nan, and l'v'
paid the debt. The facts are cxactl.
as l have stated Them, and if yo,
it'll refuse to believe 1T will be tn