Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1908-05-21

him perhaps his brain would work s.G
devise some loophole of escape. Fan
Gus dreaml There was no loophle
He would palter with the truth nc
longer No. He would speak at 0ce
and get the worst part Of IL DER
Then he would be free-free from his
own conscience-and she would be
hopelessly and forever lost to hm
Well, he couldn't help it: his hart
would break. but IL had to be Dine
whatever the consequences TO himself
and the heart aforesaid
Fully determined-so he thought-on
this desperate course. be volunteered
70 drive Mr.. Renwyck to the statlm IN
the trap. They would start earll and
drive slowly. There would be Itme
He would tell the old shark Al and
defy him to wreck Bill Williams with
any underhand scheme He kould
claim to have come to Irvingtdl 70,
the very purpose Of unearthing tlt con
spirators He would join forced With
his dad and fight Jacob Renwick In
the open, flinging aside discretioI love.
1t was hard to think all this, Ind II
would be harder still to say IL. AS he
considered II the pendulum u his
thoughts swung to the other etreme.
Could he lay love aside? How sweet
she looked In her simple mornini gown
lover which some artist of drss Gre
alton had labored days to prodre that
effect of artless innocence had be but
known it-as she smiled an pass
ell him those delicious rolls. Is If II
were breakfast food he lackd BE
wanted her more than anything else
on earth She was worth a tousand
harbor companies. His dad wuld I'm.
derstand and forgive after seqng her
But would conscience understand and
forgive?
am afraid Lord Croylanddid not
shine as a table companion TIT morn
ing, and his muttered excuseabout
headache seemed too feuitne for
credulity. When an irresistible force
meets
The drive to the station VS. rapid
and brief The undecided Richard
did not speak after ALL His lost per-
sisted in doing all the talki1 which
was mainly enlarging on thaprecious
scheme of his.
"Au revoirr' said Mr.. Ienwyck.
stepping from the trap. That's my
train. Think over my proposition and
let me know this evening Flsend the
veterinary out to look at Hark today.
Goodby, Croyland."
Richard drove slowly bad None
Of the ladies was about wheuhe arriv-
ed, so he wandered into th billiard
room. He was knocking he balls
around aimlessly when he vas sud
denly accosted by the one ,erson IN
the world whose company HI least de-
sired
Good morning, Lord royland,"
called Mr. Michael Corriganfrom the
doorway. II just came ovr to look
you up"
Now, what did he wantf Veil, what |
ever it was, he would find he Texan |
was not to be bluffed Rich;ds spir-
its actually rose. This was smething |
tangible that threatened. and Richard |
loved to deal with the real Twas the |
abstract that involved him Il difficult |
ties that he hated.
That's very kind of you,indeed,"
drawled Richard. with a rim; of chal-
lenge In his voice which tb lawyer
did not fail to note with oncealed |
amusement. Fond of billialsT
ooh. in way, yes. I'mmos too
short and fat to play wihout the
bridge, but I'll take cue rom you
with pleasure IL may"
"Now. wonder If he mans any,.
thing by that remark" thoght Rich
ard as he handed him the sick.
The game began briskly, but soon
languished, as did the conversation,
Richard making an occasionl brilliant |
shot and missing the easy mes. Mr..
Corrigan by steady. Consistent play |
ran up good score and betEeen times |
watched his opponent out Il the cor
ners of his eyes.
Il shouldn't say you wereup in your
usual form. Lord Croylnd. Sleep
wellY
fro RE CONTINUED III