The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1907-02-01

head up among decent people: Have
/ name, or-am I a."
you have the right, Mr.. Farwel1,
ALI the right the law and God can give
you," and Cheney told him the pitiful
story.
Farwell sat with bowed head, and
the tears slowly trickled through his
fingers. Poor mother, poor little
mother" he said. And that brute,
that brute-God! what punishment
he'll get some day." Suddenly he
looked up and said: "Col. Cheney,
were not through yet. I want to see
my-no, 1 can't call him by that sa-
cred name-I want to see Eastman;
can you locate him?"
I've already done so. Yesterday l
wired my California Offices and this
morning the answer is here saying
ne liVes on ranch not far from Los
Angeles. You have a claim on him,
Mr.. Farwell-if you want to exer-
else it,
Claim on him, bah! My dollars
are all clean and honestly earned.
wouldn't contaminate them with
cent OF his money; but l want to see
him, want to tell him what I think
of him. I'm going out there and |
want you to go along. To-day we can
start"
Steady, Mr.. Farwell, steady. We
won't have to go out there. My mes
sage says Mr.. Eastman is in Chicago
now. He's here on business. Thirty
minutes ago / located him in the
Blank hotel"
Come on then" shouted Farwell,
beside himself Come on right
now"
Again Cheney cautioned the excit-
ed man. Steady. Mr. Farwell. I'll
go with you all right enough, but be-
fore we leave want that gun in your
pocket. Hand it over" rarwell did
so and Cheney continued: I'm not
going to have you commit crime.
There is no law can reach the man.
The Almighty will deal with him,
and besides, he's your father, and
you want Miss Davis, do you not?"
Blanche! Yes, you're right,
colonel. I'll do as you say"
Arriving at the hotel they were for.
tunate to find Mr.. Eastman in his
room. Cheney's card alone was taken
up. Mr.. Eastman will see you in
his ROOM" said the bell boy.
Cheney and Farwell walked in the
room, and there stood Eastman.
Large, rotund, well groomed, two
eyes glancing from out of puffy lids,
a sensual mouth and leering smile.
/ well, Col. Cheney" he said, glanc.
ing from the card to the two men, ito
what am I indebted for the honor of
this .yisit?"
Cheney bowed and smiled showing
his even white teeth. 81 merely
called to introduce you to your son,
Mr.. Eastman"
my soni" said Eastman, falling
oack, his eyes almost starting from
their sockets. "My son! Man, I
haven't any son."
| "Oh, yes you have, Mr. Eastman.
Maggie Reyburn's child You remem-
Der her, don't your" drawled Cheney.
Maggie Reyburn's SON? Why,
| she ueau, years ago.
| Eyes, I know that, and so do you.
Your abuse, neglect and desertion
killed her, but she left boy; you
know that too. She was your wife
Here's record of the marriage. You
can't deny that, can your" East
man couldn't, he didn't attempt it,
but sank, quivering mass of flesh,
in chair and hid his face. Farwell
strobe forward and by one sweep of
his hand raised the mans head. Con-
tempt was written in FarwelTs very
move. He looked at Eastman and
then for five minutes poured forth a
torrent of invective which seemed to
wither the elder mans very soul
Let him go, Farwell," said Cheney,
laying his hand on the young mans
arm. Let him CO."
eyes, I'm going to, colonel. I'm go
| ing to let him go and rot in his own
debasement and conceit AS you
said the Almighty will deal with him
and his soul will suffer the tortures
of hell. I wanted a name, but don't
want his. I'll keep the one have;
the man who had it was poor but,
thank God, he was honest" and like a
cyclone Farwell flung himself out the
| door.
| Cheney attended his wedding later,
but the law had given him the right
to call himself Charles B. Farwell."