The Red Cloud chief., 1905-05-12

W tuut uttu " lit I1tIilus Inc NOlll
mittee was reckless enough to hire that
carriage of yours by the day. and Kcat.
ing and Warren Smith are sitting I'm II
UP at 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 80 out To Briscocs'.
There's an hour before supper time, and
you can talk to young Fisbec all you
want. He's out there"
The first words Warren Smith spoke
had lifted the veil of young Fisbcc's
duplicity: had shown John with what
fine intelligence and supreme dclicacy
and sympathy young FiSbcc had work.
Cd Cor him. had understood him and
had made him. If the open attack on
McCune had been made and the damna.
tory evidence published in IIarklcss'
own paper while IIarklcss himself was
a candidate and rival he would have
felt dislonorcd. The McCunc papers
could have been used for IIalloway's
benefit, but not for his own. and young
Fisbec had understood and had saved
hiih ~ "a q. l'il' VI Iplltl VIA Illitul
would have held iinicM and ~inconsiSt.
ent. but one that young Fisbce had
comprchcndcd was vital to lIarklcss.
And this was the man he had dis
charged like a dishonest servant, the
man who had thrown what Tin Carlow
eyes was riches into his lap, the man
who had made his paper and who had
made him and saved him. Harklcss
wanted TO see young Fisbee as he long
ed TO see only n other person in the
! world.
AS the barOuche drove up to the
brick house he made out through the
trees Il rctrcative fiuttcr 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. Ligc Willetts
rode up on horseback mt the same mo-
ment, and the judge was waiting i'm
front of the gate. HAIRLESS stepped out
of the barOuche and took his hand. II
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 Hank.
less. 'Fisbee." cried the latter, where
Is your nephew?"
Tho old MAJ tnnI hiS hand Ia both
his Owl 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. $50 into the garden"
But when Harkless' step crunched
the garden there was no one there.
Asters were blooming in beds between
the green rOscbuslles, and their many
fingered hands were flung open in wide
surprise that he should expect to find
young Fisbec there. 1t was just before
sunset. Birds were gOssiping i'm the
Sycamorcs on the bank. At the foot Of
the garden, near the creek, there were
some tall hydrangca bushes, flower
laden. and beyond them II broad
ollult vi VI Slll'l' ttt NI''h III IoI
O mile in that fiat land and crossed the
garden like Il bright, taut drawn veil.
Harkless passed the bushes and step
ped out into this gold brilliancc. Then
he uttered a cry and stopped. Helen
was standing beside the hydrangeas
with both hands pressed to her face
and her eyes cast on The ground. She
ka,l N, 4, ,,,,x M, f,. nc che n,,,lJ ~
rhcre were high fences extending
town to the creek on each side, and the
water was beyond.
"You.' he said. you. You"
n She did not lift her eyes, but began
to move away from him with little
ba ckward steps. When she reached
the bench on the bank she spoke with
4 quick intake of breath and In n voice
he almost failed to hear, the merest
whisper. and her words came SO slow
~ that sometimes minutes separated
them. "Can you-will you keep me-Or
the HeraldT"
"Keep YOU
He came near her. II don't under
stand. Is Il you -you-who are herr
again."
I "Have you forgiven me? You know
-nOw-why | wouldn't resign Iol
forgive my-that telegram!'
"What telegram"
"The one that came to you--thl
T. morning"
"YOur telegram" sgls
Eyes" .sla,Ss,