Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-01-31

empty cup upon the floor, took her by
the shoulders and shook her till the
empty plate which had held the toast
dropped from her hand and broke into
Arabian Nightsv"
mo, nov' she cried vehemently.
Grandfather would give me anything
He'll give me all the money ask for"
Money! said Joe. (Which Of us Is
wandering? Money? Roger Tabor give
you money!
"Not for awhile. A great many things
have to be settled first"
"What things7"
"Joe," she asked earnestly, do you
think It's bad of me not to feel things
ought to feel?'
mo"
'"Then I'm glad" she said, and some
thing in the way she spoke made him
start with pain, remembering the same
words, spoken in the same tone, by
another voice the night before on the
veranda. I'm glad. Joe, because
seemed all wrong to myself. Uncle
Jonas died last night, and l haven't
been able to get sorry. Perhaps It's
because I've been so frightened about
you, but think not, for wasn't sorry
even before Colonel FHtcroft told me
about you"
Jonas Tabor dead!' said joe "Why,
l saw him on the street yesterday
Eyes, and saw him just before I
came out on the porch where you were
He was there In the hall. He and
Judge Pike had been having a long
talk. They'd been in some specula-
lions together, and 1t had all turned
out well. It's very strange, but they
say now that Uncle Jonas heart was
weak-he was an old man. you know,
almost eighty-and he'd been very anx-
ious about his money. The Judge had
persuaded him to risk It, and the shock
Of finding that he'd made great deal
suddenly
1--WE heard he'd had that same shock
before" said Joe, when he sold out to
your father"
eyes, but this was different, grand
father says. he told me it was in one
of those big risky businesses, that
Judge Pike likes to go into. Aud last
night 1t was all finished. the strain was
over, and Uncle Jonas started home.
His house is only little way from the
Pixies, you know but he dropped down
In the snow at his own gate. and some
people who were going by saw him
fall He was dead before grandfather
got there"
She put her hand on the boys arm,
and he let it remain there. Her eyes
still sought his with tremulOus APP
peal.
God bless you, Ariely' he said. Its
going to be a great thing for you
"Yes--yes; it is" The tears came
suddenly to her eyes. Il was foolish
last night, but there had been such
long time of wanting things, and now
aud now grandfather and can 60
you're going, toov' Joe chuckled.
Its heartless. suppose. but I've
settled it. We're going
II know" he cried. you've told me
a thousand times what he's said ten
times thousand. You're going to
Paris"
paris! Yes; that's It. To Paris.
where he can see at last how the great
ones have painted-where the others
can show him! To Paris, where we
can study together, where he can learn
how to put the pictures he sees upon
canvas, and where r.
"Go on Joe encouraged her. II
want to hear you say 1t. You don't
mean that you're going to study paint
ing. You mean that you're going to
learn how to make such fellows as Eu-
gene ask you to dance. Go ahead and
say It,"
..Yes-to learn how to Dress" she
said.
Joe was silent for a moment. Then
he rose and took the ragged overcoat
from the back Of his chair. where's
that muff1erY' he asked.
She brought 1t from where she had
placed it to dry, behind the stove.
"Joe," she said huskily, "can't You
wait till'-
"Till the estate is settled and You
can coax your grandfather to-
mo, no! But you could 60 with Us"
s"To Parish
Gle would take you as his secre-
tary."
"Ahay' Joe's voice rang out gaylJ
as he rose, refreshed by the coffee
toast and warmth she had given kim.
"You've been story reading, Ariel. lik'.
Eugene. Secretary!
please, Joev
"Where's my tin dinner pail7" He
found it himself upon the table where
he had set 1t down. "I'm going tn,
earn a dishonest living" he went on.
II have an engagement to take 4
freight at water tank that's friend
Of mine, half mile south of the yards.
Thank God, I'm going to get away
from Canaan"
"Wait, Joev She caught at his
sleeve. II want you to-
He disappeared in white whirl-
wind.
(To be Continued.)
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