Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-07-30

You h00e the pOlOer to help him."
curiosity to hear what she was going
to say. But Stott instantly realized
that she was about to take the blame
upon herself, regardless Of the conse-
quences to the success of their cause
This must be prevented at all hazards,
even If another must be sacrificed, so,
fnterrupting her, he said hastily to
Ryder:
Judge Rossmore's life and honor
are at stake, and no false sense Of del
icacy must cause the failure Of my OBJ
Ject to save him. These letters were
sent to me by--your son."
!. From my sony' exclaimed Ryder,
starting. For a moment he staggered
as IL he had received a blow. he was
too much overcome to speak or act.
Then, recovering himself, he rang a
bell and turned to Stott with renewed
fury.
80" he cried, this man, this Judge
whose honor Is at stake and his daugh-
ter, who most likely has no honor at
stake, between them have made a thief
and a liar Of my son! False to his IA
ther, false to his partyl And you, sir,
have the presumption to come here and
ask me to intercede for himT' To the
butler, who entered he said: "See If
Mr.. Jefferson is still in the house. If
he is, tell him I would like to see him
here at once"
The man disappeared and Ryder
strobe angrily up and down the room
with the letters in his hand. Then,
turning abruptly on Stott, he said:
And now, sir, l think nothing more
remains to be said. l shall keep these
letters. as they are my property"
las you please. Good night, sir"
Good night" replied Ryder, not
hooking up.
With significant glance at Shirley,
who motioned to him that she might
vet succeed where he had fAiled. Stott
left the room. Ryder turned to Shir.
ley. His fierceness of manner softened
down as he addressed the girl:
You see what. they have done to-,
my som
Yes" replied Shirley, ''it's the girls
fault. If Jefferson hadn't loved her
you would have helped the Judge. All.
why did they ever meet! She has
worked on his sympathy and. he-he
took these letters for her sake; not to
injure you. oh, you must make some
allowance for him! Ones sympathy
gets aroused in spite of oneself. Ever,
l feel sorry for--these people"
DON'T" replied Ryder grimly; sym.
pathy Is often weakness. All. there
you are!' turning to Jefferson, who en-
tere0 the room at that moment.
You sent for me, fatherr'
Yes said Ryder senior, holding up
the letters. Have you ever seen these :
letters beforef'
Jefferson took the letters and ex-
amlned them. Then he passed them
back to his father and said frankly:
Yes. took them out of your desk
and sent them to Mr.. Stott in the hope
they would help Judge Rossmore's
case"
Ryder restrained himself from uro- |
ceeding to actual violence only with
the greatest difficulty. His face grew
white as death, his lips were compress !
ed, his hands twitched convulsiyely. |
his eyes flashed dangerously. he took
another cigar to give the impression !
that he had himself well under con-
troi, but the violent trembling of his
hands as he lit It betrayed the terrific
strain he was under.
"Sor' he said. "you deliberately sac
riheed my interests to save this wo-
mans father-you hear him, Miss
Greenf Jefferson. my boy, think it's
ume you and had a final account
ing"
Shirley made a motion as IL about to
Withdraw. He stopped her with a ges-
lure.
Please don't go, Miss Green. AS the
writer OF my biography you are SUN,
GENTLY well acquainted with my fam
W Affairs to warrant your being pres
ent at the epilogue Besides. / want
An excuse for keeping my temper. SIT
down, Miss Green"
turning to Jefferson. he went on:
For your mothers sake, nv bov.
nave overlooked your little. eccentrici- |
les OF Character. But now we have
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