The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1907-08-01
chAPTER Xlx.-contInued.

CHAPTER xiN-continued.
@Tuti They don't all marry the sons
OF brewers" / retorted. You assured
me once, while your affair with that
Irish elrl was on. that the short upper
lip made Heaven seem possible, but
unnecessary; then the next thing I
knew she had shaken you for the
bloated maitster. Take that for your
impertinence. But perhaps it was
Batesgr
I did not wait for an nswer ! was
not IN q mood for reflection or nice dis
tincuOns The man came in Just then
with a fresh plate Of toast.
Bates. Mr. Pickering has learned
that I was away from the house on the
night OF the attack, and I'm ordered on
for having broken my agreement TO
stay here. How do you suppose he
heard Of It SO promptly"
From Morgan. quite possibly. I
have a letter FROM Mr. Pickering my
self this morning. Just a moment,
sir"
He placed before me a note bearing
the same date as my own. Il was a
sharp rebuke OF Bates for his failure
20 report my absence promptly by
wire, and he vas ordered to prepare to
leave on the first Of February. Close
your accounts at the s-hopkeepers' and
/ win audit your bills on my arrival"
The tone was peremptory and con.
temptaous. Bates had failed TO satisfy
Pickering and was flung on ike a
amokedout cigar.
How much had he allowed you for
expenses. Bates2"
Re met my gaze imperturably.
~He pays me $50 a month as wages,
sir. and am allowed SIS for other x
penses."
But you didn't buy English pleas
ants and champagne on that allow.
ance."
He was carrying away the coffee
tray and his eyes wandered to the win
dows
.Not quite. sir. You see"
~But / don't seei"
1T had occurred to me that as Mr..
Pickering's allowance wasn't what you
might call generous 1t was better 20
augment it, Wen. sir, I took the lib.
erty OF advancing a triie. as You might
say, 70 the estate. Your grandfather
would not have had you starYe. sir"
He left hurriedly. as though 20 escape
from the consequences of his words,
and when I came to myself Larry was
gloomily invoking his strange Irish
gods
Larry Donovan. I've been tempted
to XIII that fellow a dozen tines This
thing is too damned complicated for
me-. / wish my lamented grandfather
had left me something easy. To think
of it-that all the time I've been ours.
Ing and abusing Bates since I came
here I've been enjoying his bounty
and he's been giving mi the fat OF the
land. just because OF his devotion to
my grandfather's memory. Lord.
can't face the fellow again."
"As l have said before, you're rather
lacking at times in ~perspicaeity. Your
Intelligence is marred by large Opaque
spots. Now that there seems to be q
woman in the case you're less sane
than ever. Bah. these women! And
now we've got 10 go to work"
Bah. these womenl My own hear
caught the words. / was enraged ant
bitter. No wonder she had been anK
ions for me 10 avoid Pickering In Gin
%eiRnati, after daring me 10 follow hel
therei
We called a council Of war for that
night that we might view matters ia
the light Of Plckering's letter. Hi'
-aasuredness IN ordering me TO leay'
made prompt and decisive actor
necessary on my part ] summoned
Stoddard TO our conference. feeling
confident OF his friondliness.
"Of course" said the broad-shoul
dered chaplain. III you could show tina.
your absence was on business OF ven
grave Importance the courts Nigh.
construe IN your favor"
Larry looked at the ceiling and blew
rings OF smoke languidly. / had no
disclosed 10 either OF them the caus'
Of my absence. On such a matter
knew ! should get precious little sym
pathy from Larry, and ! had. more
over, a feeling that / could not discus
Marian Deyereux with any one; / eyel
hIAaMA AANM MNHNNRAAAAh MLA AANAN
though it rang Ike the call Of bugle.
in my blood.
She was always before me.-thi
charmed spirit OF youth, linked q
every foot OF the earth. every CLEAN o
the sun upon the icebound lake. ever
glory of the winter sunset. All tn
good impulses ! had over stiaed wen
quickened 10 life by the thought OF her
Amid the days p~erDlexities ! startel
sometimes. thinking I heard her voice
her girlish laughter, or saw her agail
coming toward me down the stairs, O
holding against the light her fan viii
Us golden butterflies. / really knew
SO little Of her; / could associate he
with 40 home. only with that last hinl
OF the autumn upon the lake. the snow
driven woodland. that twilight hour a
the organ IN the chapel, those stoiel
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