The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-05-10

they saw that Mr.. Martin stood there
observing them.
NO" said Harkless. Il want to give
him the Herald. DO you know where
he isI''
Mr.. Martin stroked his beard delib-
erately. THE person you speak Of
hadn't ought TO be very hard TO find in
Carlow. and-well. maybe when found
you'll want 10 put kind of codicil
TO that deed TO the Herald The COM
mittee was reckless enough TO hire that
carriage OF yours by the day. and Keat-
ing and Warren Smith are sitting In 1t
up Mt the corner with their feet on the
cushions TO show how used they are
TO riding around with four white horses
every day In the week. It's waiting
till you're ready TO go out to Briscoes'.
There's an hour before supper time. and
you can talk to young Fisbee all you
want. He's out there"
The first words Warren Smith spoke
had lifted the veil OF young Fisbee's
duplicity: had shown John with what
fine intelligence and supreme delicacy
and sympathy young Fisbee had work
ed for him. had understood him and
had made him. II the open attack on
McCune had been made and the damna-
tory evidence published In Harkless'
own paper while Harkless himself was
a candidate and rival he would have
felt dishonored. The McCune papers
could have been used for Halloway's
benefit. but not for his own. and young
fol. nj haA
him. II was a point Of honor that many
would have held fnical and inconsist-
ent. but one that young Fisbee had
comprehended was vital to Harkless.
And this was the man he had dis
charged like dishonest servant, the
| man who had thrown what lin Carlow
! eyes, was riches into his lap, the man
who had made his paper and who had
, made him and saved him. Harkless
wanted 10 see young Fisbee as he long.
| ed to see only one other person In the
world.
AS the barouche drove up to the
brick house he made out through the
trees n retreative futter Of skirts on
the porch. and the thought crossed his
mind that Minnie had flown indoors
to give some final directions toward the
preparation of the banquet But when
the barouche halted at the gate he was
surprised to see her waving to him
from the steps. while Tom Meredith and
Mr.. Bence and Mr.. Boswell formed O
little court around her. Lige Willetti
rode up on horseback at the same mo
ment. and the judge was waiting in
front OF the gate. Harkless stepped out
Of the barouche and took his hand. al
was told young Fisbee was here"
Young Fisbee Is here" said tn,
Judge.
Mr.. Fisbee came around the corner
Of the house and went toward Hark
less. "Fisbee." cried the latter. "wher,
is your nephewT
The old man took his hand In boil
his own and looked him between thu
eyes and thus stood while there was
long pause. the others watching them
you must not say that told you," b,
said at last. go into the garden"
But when Harkless' step crunches
the garden there was no one there
Asters were blooming In beds between
the green rosebushes. and their man,
fingered hands were flung open in wild
surprise that he should expect to fin,
young Fisbee there. II was Just befor
sunset. Birds were gossiping In tn
sycamores on the bank. At the foot o
the garden. near the creek. there wer
some tall hydrangea bushes. fowe
laden, and beyond them one broa,
shaft Of sun smote the creek bends 70
mile In that fiat land and crossed tn
garden like a bright. taut drawn vel
Harkless passed the bushes and step
ped out into this gold brilliance. The
he uttered a cry and stopped. Helel
was standing beside the hydrangea
with both hands pressed to her fac
and her eyes cast on the ground Sh
had run away as far as she could rur
There were high fences extendin
down to the creek on each side, and tn
water was beyond.
"Your' he said. "You! Your
She did not lift her eyes. but bega
to move away from him with littl
backward steps. When she reache
the bench on the bank she spoke wit
quick intake Of breath and I'm a voic
he almost failed to hear, the meres
whisper. and her words came so slow
ly that sometimes minutes separate
them. "Can you-will you keep me-o
the HeraldY
Keep you
He came near her. 81 don't unde