Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-02-15

Remembering her first interview with
him, she rose quickly before he could
come near her "Mr. Louden made
most of the arrangements for me-" she
replied quietly, before he went away
He will take charge of everything
when he returns. You haven't forgot
ten that told you intended to place
my affairs In his hands"
He had started forward, but Mt this
he stopped and stared at her lnarticu
lately.
You remember?" she said, her hands
resting negiigently upon the back OF
the chair. Surely you remember"
She was not in the least afraid OF
him, but coolly watchful Of him. This
had been her habit with him since her
return. She had seen little Of him ex
cept ut table, when he was usually
grimly laconic, though now and then
she would hear him joking heavily
with Sam Warden in the yard, or, with
evidently humorous intent, grooming at
Mamie over Eugene's health; but II
had not escaped Ariel that he was on
his part watchful Of herself and upon
his guard.
He did not answer her question, and
it seemed to her as she continued
steadily to meet his hot eyes that he
was trying to hold himself under som
measure Of control, and vain effort
it proved.
you go back to my house" he burst
out, shouting hoarsely. You get baci
there! You stay there!'
mo" she said, moving between him
and the door. Mamie and are going
for a drive"
you go back to my housew He fol
lowed her, waving an arm fiercely at
her. Don't you come around here
trying to run over me! You talk about
your 'affairsr All you've got on earth
is this two for nickel old shack over
your head and bushel basket Of dis
tillery stock that you can sell by the
pound for old paper!' He threw the
words in her face. the bull bass voice
scanned and cracked with falsetto. "Old
paper, old rags, old iron, bottles, old
clothes. You talk about your affairs!
Who are you? Rothschild? You haven't
got any affairs!'
Not look. not a word, not motion
Of his escaped her in all the fury OF
sound and gesture in which he seemed
fairly to envelop himself. Least Of all
did that shaking of his--the quivering
Of jaw and temple, the tumultuous agi-
tation Of his hands-evade her watch
fulness
when did you find this out?" she
said very quickly. "After you became
administrator"
He struck the back Of the chair she
had vacated vicious blow with bis
open hand. mo, you spendthrift! All
there was to your grandfather when
you buried him was Z basketful of dis
tillery stock, tell you! Old paper!
Cam. you hea me? Old paper. old
rags =
"Yuu have sent me the same In
come" she lifted her voice to interrupt.
.You have made the same quarterly
payn ents since his death that you
made before If you knew. why did
you co that?"
He had been shouting at her with the
frantic and incredulous evaporation OF
an i1tolerant man utterly unused tc
oppos ition. his face empurpled, his fore
head dripping and his hands ruthlessly
poun ling the back of the chair, but
this straight question stripped him sud
denlv of gesture and left him standing
limp and still before her, pale splotches
beginning to show on his hot cheeks.
"If you knew, why did you do itT'
she repeated. "You wrote me that my
income was from dividends, and
knew and thought nothing about 1t, but
II the stock which came to me was
worthless how could it pay dividendsy
ut did not" he answered huskily
"That distillery stock, ] tell you, isn't
wortl, the matches to burn it.
"But there has been no difference
in my income" she persisted steadily
"Whv? Can you explain that to me?
eyes; / can" he replied. And i
seemed to her that he spoke with 8
pallhl and bitter desperation, Ike