The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1907-07-10
mo- smiled the judge; Then comes

pld Of me "a nice gable roof, a sloping
roof that the rain runs or beautifully.
Oh, l can see that this is going to be
awfully jolly-just like camping out
You know how | love camping out.
And you have plano too"
She went over to the corner where
stood one Of those homely instruments
which hardly deserve to be digniied
by the name piano, with a cheap,
gaudlly painted case outside and a tin
pan effect inside, and which are usual
ly to be found In the poorer class of
country boarding houses. Shirley sat
down and ran her fingers over the
keys, determined to like everything.
Its a little DID," was her comment
but l like these either effects. It's
Just like the sixteenth century spinet.
l can see you and mother dancing a
stately mlnuet," she smiled.
whats that about mother danclng7"
demanded Mrs. Rossmore, who at that
instant entered the room. Shirley
arose and appealed to her:
Isn't 1t absurd, mother, when you
come to think OF It, that anybody
should accuse father of being corrupt
and Of having forfeited the right to be
Judge? Isn't 1t still more absurd that
we should be helpless and detected and
unhappy because we are on Long Is
land instead OF Madison avenue1 Why
should Manhattan Island be a happier
spot than Long Island1 Why shouldn't
we be happy anywhere7 We have
each other and we do need each oth-e,
err. We never knew how much till to-
day, did WEI We must stand by each
other now. Father Is going to clear his
name OF this preposterous charge, and
we're going to help him, aren't we,
mother? We're not helpless just be-
cause we are women. We're going to
work, mother and l."
Work. echoed Mrs. Rossmore,
somewhat scandalized.
Work" repeated Shirley very de-
cislvely.
The judge interfered. He would not
hear of It,
you work, Shirleyl Impossiblep'
"Why not? My book has been sell
ing well while l was abroad. 1 shall
probably write others. Then shall
write, too, for the newspapers and
ma gazines. 1t will add to our income"
your book, The American Octopus
is selling well7" inquired the judge IN
terested.
$50 WELL" replied Shirley, that the
publishers wrote me in Paris that the
fourth edition was now on the press.
That means good royalties. l shall
soon be a fashionable author The
publishers will be after me for more
books, and Wen have all the money
we want. Oh, II is so delightful, this
novel sensation of literary suceessF'
she exclaimed with glee. aren't you
proud OF me, dadf"
The Judge smiled indulgently. OF
course he was glad and proud. He al
ways knew his Shirley was a clever
girl. But by what strange fatality, hS
thought to himself, had his daughter
In this book Of hers assailed the very
man who had encompassed his own
ruin? 1t seemed like the retribution
OF heaven. Neither his daughter nor
the financier was conscious of the fact
that each was indirectly connected
with the impeachment proceedings.
Ryder could not dream that Shirley
Green" the author of the book which
fiayed him so mercilessly, was the
daughter Of the man he was trying to
crush Shirley, on the other hand, was
still unaware Of the fact that it was
Ryder who had lured her father to his
ruin.
When at last she could lock herself
In her room where no eye could see
her, Shirley threw herself down on the
bed and burst into a torrent of tears.
She had kept up appearances as long
as 1t was possible, but now the reac-
ton had set In. She gave way freely
to her pent up feelings; she felt that
unless she could relieve herself In this
way her heart would break. She had
been brave until now, she had been
strong to bear everything and see
everything, but she could not keep 1t
up forever. Stott's words to her on
the dock had in part prepared her for
the worst; he had told her what to ex-
pect at home, but the realization was
so much more vivid. Then to have
come to this all in the brief space Of a
few months! 1t was incredible, terri
BILE, heart rending! And what OF the
future? What was to be done to save
her father from this impeachment
which she knew we'll would hurry him
to his grave? He could not survi
that humiliation, that degradation. He
must be saved In the senate, but how
how?
She dried her eyes and began to
think. Surely her womans wit would
ind some way. She thought Of Jeffer-
son. Would he come to Massapequa7
1t was hardly probable. He would
certainly learn of the change In their
circumstances, and his sense Of deli
cacy would naturally keep him away
for some time even If other 'onsidera-
lions less unselfsh did not. Perhaps
no xvouId he attracted TO SC ne other