The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1906-08-24
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~ A FOOL e
| FOR LOVE
| By FRANCIS LYNDE
Author Of The Grafters." Etc. l.
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CHAPTER Iv-Continued.
copyright, 1905, by ]. p. Lippincott Coz

forman's badge of Office and scepter
was a pick handle. Above all the
clamor and the shoutings Virginia
could hear the bull-bellow of this fore
man roaring out his commands-in
terms happily not Understandable to
her; and once she drew back with a
little cry of womanly shrinking when
the pick handle thwacked upon the
shoulders of one who Jagged
1t was this bit of brutality which
enabled her to single out Winton in
the throng of workers. He heard the
blow, and the oath that went with it,
and she saw him run forward to
wrench the bludgeon from the bully's
hands and fling it afar. What words
emphasized the act she could not hear,
but the little deed of swift justice
thrilled her curiously. and her heart
warmed to him as it had when he had
thrown off his coat to fall to work on
the derailed engine of the Limited"
THAT was fine!" she said to herself.
Most men in his place wouldn't care,
so long as the work was done, and.
done quickly. | wonder if-oh, you
startled mel"
1t was Mr.. Somerville Darrah again,
clothed upon and in his right mind;
otherwise the mind of a master of men
who will brook neither defeat at the
hands of an antagonist nor disobe-
dience on the part of his following.
He was scowling fiercely across at the
Utah activities when she spoke, but at
her exclamation the frown softened
into a smile for his favorite niece
Startled you, Ell? Pahdon me. my
deah Virginia. But as | am about TO
startle someone else, perhaps you
would better go in to your aunt"
She put her hand on his arm
"Please let me stay out here, Uncle
Somerville," she said. "I'll be good
and not get in the way"
He shook his head, rather in depre-
cation than refusal
"An officer will be here right soon
now to maze an arrest There may
be a fight, or at least trouble of a sort
you wouldn't care to see, my deah."
els it's it Mr.. Winton?' she asked.
He nodded.
What has he been doing-besides
being The Enemy"
The Rajah's smile was ferocious.
Just now he is trespassing, and d.
recting others TO trespass, upon pri-
vate property. Do you see that dump
up there on the mountain ?-the hole
that looks like a mouth with a long
arH ha oil ie
a mine, and it's claim runs down across
the track where Misteh Winton is just
now spiking his rails"
But the right of way; | don't I'M
derstand," she began; then she stopped
short and chung to the strong arm. A
man in a wideflapped hat and cow
boy chapparajoes. with a revolver on
either hip, was crossing the stream on
the ice bridge to scramble up the en-
bankment of the new line.
The officer?" she asked, in an awed
whisper.
The Rajah made a sign of assent.
Then, identifying Winton in the throng
of workers, he forgot Virginia's pres
ence. "Confound hint" he fumed
I'D give a thousand dollars if he'd
faveh me by showing fight, so we
could lock him up on a criminal
COUNT"
"Why, Uncle Somerville!" she cried.
Contrary to Mr.. Darrah's expressed
hope, Winton submitted quietly. With
a word to his men-a word that
stopped the strenuous labor-battle as
hoI l.
to pick his way down the rough hill
side at the heels of the marshal.
For some reason that she could never
have set out in words Virginia was
distinctly disappointed. 1t was no
part of her desire to see the conflict
blaze up in violence, but ii nettled her
to see Winton give up so easily. Some
such thought as this had possession of
her while the marshal and his prisoner
were picking their way across the ice,
and she was hoping that Winton would
give her chance to requite him, IL
only with a look.
But it was Town Marshal Peter Big
gin, affectionately known to his con-
stituents as "Bigginjin Pete" who
gave her the coveted opportunity. In
stead of disappearing decently with
his captive, the marshal made the
mistake of his life by marching Win
ton up the track to the private car,
thrusting him forward and saying:
Here's yer meat, Guv'nor. What-all
'ud We like fer me to do with hit?"
Now it is safe to assume that the
Rajah had no intention of appearing
thus openly as the instigator of Win
tons arrest. Hence, If fierce scowl
and wordless oath could MAIN. 1t is
to be feared that the overzealous Mr..
Biggin would have been physically
disqualified on the spot. AS It was,
Mr.. Darrah's ebullient wrath could find
no adequate speech forms. and in the
eloquent little pause Winton had time
TO smile up at Miss Carteret and TO
wish her the pleasantest of good
mornings
But the Rajah's handicap was not
permanent.
"Confound you, sehl" he exploded.