The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-07-09

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he was a ruined man; there was no
further doubt about that. Suddenly he
felt unable to bride the contemptuous
fury that ragged within him.
Il think | know why you didn't tell
en-" was what he hurled at the law
yer.
You think you do?"
"Yes: IT was beca'se you knowed no
road was goin' to be built. You tolo
Pete Mosely the same tale you did me
an Abe Tsmpkins unloaded on i'm
That's a way you have O dom bust
ness"
Perkins stood -. He took his sill
Lat from the top of his desk and put
K on. "Oh. yes. old man." he sneered
I'm a terribly dishonest fellow, but
I've got company in this world. Now.
really. the only thing that has wor-
ried me has been your un-Christian act
in buying al that land from the Temp
kinS heirs at such Il low figure when
the railroad will advance lis value So
greatly. Mr.. Bishop, | thought you
were Il good Methodist"
oh. you kin laugh an jeer all yer
like" cried Bishop. but | can handle
yCu fer this"
You are not as we'll versed In the
law as you are in fertilizers. Mr.. Bisll-
IN" snpercd the lawyer. in order &c
make IL case against me you'd have to
rusl.cly hptray Il matter | told to yoV
~ c~onhdepue. ard then what woui"
you gainI 1 doubt If the court wouig
force me to explain q private matter
like this where the inter, SITS of my eli
ents are concerned. aud If the couIT
did could simply show the letters }
have regarding the possible construe-
tion of a railroad in your section. Jf
you remember rightly, | did not say
the thing was an absolute certainty.
On top of all this you'd be obliged to
prove collision between me and the
J0mpkins heirs over a sale made by
their attorney, Mr.. Trabue. There il
one thing certain. Mr.. Bishop. and that
Is that you have forfeited your right
TO any further confidence in this mat
ter. If the road is built. you'll find
out about it with tho rest of your pee
pie. You think you acted wisely IL at
lacking me this way. but you have
simply cut off your nose to spite your
face. Now. | have 4 long car ride he
fore me. and it's growing late"
Bishop stood up. lie was quivering
as with palsy. His voice shook ana
rang like that of q mailman.
"You are a scoundrel, Perkins" he
saba dirty b%lacksnake in the grass,
l want to tell you that"
Well, | hope you won't make n
charge for it,"
NO; its free" Bishop turned to tine
door. There was 4 droop upon his
whole body. He dragged his feet as
I've moved out into the unlighted CORR
dor. where he paused irresolutely. So
great was his agony hat he almost
oOcyed an impulse to go back and fall
at the feet Of Perkins and implore his
aid to rescue him and his family FROM
impending ruin. The lawyer was NOV
ing about the room. closing his desk
and drawing down the window shade.
It's no use" sighed Bishop us he
made his way downstairs. I'm ruined!
Alan an Adele huin't a cent to their
names. an that duvil'- Bishop paused
on the first landing like an animal at
bay. He heard the steady step of Per
kinS on the floor above. and for Il mo
ment his fingers tingled with the
thought of waiting there in the dark.
ness and choking the life out of the
subtle scoundrel who had taken advan-
tage of his credulity.
But with a groan that was half a
prayer he went on down the steps and
out into the lighted streets. At the
first corner he saw a car which would
take him to his brothers, and he
FASTENED to catch it.
William Bishops house was a mod
ern brick structure. standing on a well
clipped lawn which held Il Gothic sum
mer house and two or three marble
statues. 1t was in the best portion Of
the avenu Reaching 1t, the planter
left the car and approached the iron
gate which opened ON to the granite
steps leading up the terrace. 1t was
now quite dark. Obeying a sudden
impulse, the old man irresolutely
passed by the gate and walked farther
up the street.
Somehow I don't feel one bit like
It," he unused. II couldn't tell Will
liam. He'd think | wanted to borrow
money an 'ud git skeerd right OF. He
always was afeerd I'd m~ismanage.
An then III hate to Spite Adele's
visit, an she could tell thar was
some'n wrong by me bein' heer in sech
a furry. / reckon | do show it. How
could a body hep it? oh. my Lord.
have mercy! It's all gone, all-all men
Betsy has saved"
He turned at the corner of his BROTH
er's property and slowly retraced his