Courier Democrat., 1904-12-01

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eve did,"
"What forY'
Ross was visibly embarrassed. "Why
-fer-fer the other editor"
"For Mr.. Fisbee?"
"Land, no! You don't suppose we'd
60 to all that work and bother to brisk
en- things up for that old gentleman,
do you:'
81 meant young Mr.. Fisbee. He is
the other editor, isn't hep
"Ohw said Ross Young Mr.. Fis-
bee? Yes; we put 'em up fer him."
"You did? Did he appreciate them?'
"Well. he-seemed to-kind of like
'em."
"Where is he now? l came here to
End him."
"He's gone"
"Gone? Hasn't he been here this aft
ernoon?"
eyes; some the time. Come in and
stayed durin' the leevy you was holdin'
and saw the extry off all right"
"When will he be back?"
"Sence it's ben daily he gifts here
by 8 after supper, but don't stay very
late. Old Mr.. Fisbee and Parker look
after whatever comes IN then, unless
it's something special. He'll likely be
here by half past 8 at the farthest off"
II can't wait till then. I've been
wanting to see him every minute since
I got in, and he hasn't been near me.
Nobody could even point him out to me.
Where has he gone? want to see him
nOw.'
"Want to discharge him again?" said
q voice from the door, and. turning,
they saw that Mr.. Martin stood there
observing them.
NO." said Harkless. II want to give
him the Herald. Do you know where
he is?''
Mr.. Martin stroked his beard delib
erately. 1.-The person you speak Of
hadn't ought to be very hard to find in
Carlow, and-well, maybe when found
you'll want to 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 it
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 Fisbees
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. If the open attack on
McCune had been made and the damna-
tory evidence published in Harkless'
own paper while Harkless himself was
q candidate and rival he would have
felt dishonored. The AlcCune papers
could have been used for Halloway's
benefit, but not for his own. and young
Fisbee had understood and had saved
him. 1t was point Of honor that many
would have held finical and inconsist-
ent, but one that young Fisbee had
comprehended was vital to Harkless.
And this was the man he had dis
charged like q dishonest servant, the
man who had thrown what Gn Carlow
eyes was riches into his lap, the man
who had made his paper and who had
made him and saved him. Harkless
wanted to 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 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 a
little court around her. Lige Willetts
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. "T
was told young Fisbee was here"
young Fisbee is here" said the
Judge.
Mr.. Fisbee came around the corner
Of the house and went toward Hark-
less. "Fisbee," cried the latter. where
is your nephew?'
The old man took his hand in both
his own and looked him between the
eyes and thus stood while there was a
long pause, the others watching them.
"You must not say that told you," he
said at last. go into the garden"
But when Harkless' step crunched
the garden there was no one there.
Asters were blooming in beds between
the green rosebushes, and their many
fingered hands were flung open in wide
surprise that he should expect to find
young Fisbee there. 1t was Just before
sunset. Birds were gossiping in the
sycamores on the bank. At the foot Of
the garden, near the creek, there were
some tall hydrangea bushes, flower
laden, and beyond them one broad
shaft Of sun smote the creek bends for