The Red Cloud chief., 1904-06-10

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want you to know him, Blake"
When Morris name vas mentioned
Blake started and gazed intently at
the stolid face and heavy figure in the
far corner of the s~mokinE.room. With
shame he recalled that he had made
no inquiry concerning this man, whose
death or existence meant so much to
John Burt.
For a moment his nerves tingled,
and he longed to walk across the o
and choke Morris for Johns sake, but
he reflected that this was folly. II
was enough to know that Morris lived,
John Burt was dead-so far as Arthur
Morris was conccrned-and Blake, as
Johns reincarnation. threw himself
on guard, determined to profit to the
utmost by the incident.
"Glad to see you, old mani" ex-
claimed Kingsley, rising to greet Nor.
ris. 81 want you to know my friend,
Mr.. Blake-Mr. James Blake. OF San
Francisco-Mr. Arthur Norris. You
certainly have heard
"'Pon my word this is unexpected
luck!'' Arthur Morris thrust forward
a soft hand and WINGED as Blake clasp
| ed II with simulated heartiness.
Delighted to meet you, Mr.. Blake!"
Morris exclaimed. Been looking for
you everywhere! Sent my card to
your apartments this evening. BY
Jove, you're a corker. don't you know.
| Mr.. Blake! Waiter, n bottle OF Perier
Gouet, 81. | want to drink your
health, MIR. Blake"
Glad to meet you, Mr.. Morris!'
said James Blake. looking him full In
| the i've heard of your father,
and the famous old firm. and learned
only to-day that you've succeeded him
in business
Two years spent by Arthur Morris
in an apprenticeship to the trade OF
money grasping and holding had
scanned the puffed. round face with
hard lines. The once dull eyes glow
cd with the newly-lighted fires OF
avarice. The sensuous lips dropped
at the corners with a cruel curve. The
former air of Indifference was re
placed by the alertness Of defense ant
aggressiveness.
Close observers predicted a great ca
reer for Arthur Morris. His father
was delighted with the transformation
and did not hesitate to give to his
heir the keys which unlocked the Nor
ris treasurer vaults.
The hours glided by to the music o.
clinking glasses and the rising clattel
of conversation. And as James Blake
talked and listened and drank. hi!
aversion to Arthur Morris relaxed
He loved John Burt and was eager t.
espouse his cause, but John had no
commissioned him to quarrel will
Arthur Morris. Perhaps the affair o
the years before was only a boyhoot
dispute?
He glanced at the white eXpanse o
Morris shirt front and wondered II thu
scar of Johns bullet showed over hi
heart. Morris lived, and the though
came to Blake that the score was evel
between John and the young million
aire. The feud had made John rich
why should John complain? An
Arthur Morris did not seem to be sucl
a bad sort of a fellow after all.
Thus reasoned Blake as Morri
took his arm and led him away fror
the noisy club men.
Say we get out of this?" said MOI
ris. proffering a cigarette case
you'll be my guest tonight, Blake
Won't listen to a refusal. my dea
fellow! I've bachelor apartments
and anything you ask is yours.
want to have a quiet chat with yol
Let's make our excuses and stroll (
Delmonico's for a bite of supper. The
wen go to my rooms."
Blake accepted the invitation an
after supper they drove to the Morri
apartment.
Tn rather fond OF these quarter!
don't you know" said Morris, as h
showed his guest through a suit
. worthy of a Lucullus. picked up som
of this stuff abroad, and the governo
( contributed the rest of 1t. RammohuI
. serve us that 1909 brandy"
The Indian servant bowed an
moved noiselessly away. Morris opel
, ed 4 writing.desk and glanced at
+. number of unopened letters.
!, Ito be c~ontinued.)