The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-07-28
CHAPTER XIII.
A Woman In His Path. :.

Kx r. SUTHERLAND was busfly
lV engagedwith a law paper when
his son entered his presence, but
at sight of that sons face he dropped
the paper with ar ~alacrity which Fred
erick was too much engaged with his
own thoughts to notice. sisAss
Father" he began without preamble
or excuse. Il am in serious and i'm
mediate need of $780,"
II will give 1t to you,' said his ia
Their, and he drew out his ~checkbooiI.
But he did not hasten. to. open it.. His
eye still rested on his son.
Now" m the young. man.
There is a train leaving soon. / wish
to get 1t away on that train"
His father frowned with natural dis
trust.
II WILL give it. but I should like to
know what for" 80 1s
'Impossible!" g~roaned the young
man. starting as he heard a step on the
walk without.
The judge. with a last look. stopped
over the book. The hands of the clock
pointed a quarter to 10. }"
Father, 1 nave my whole future In
which to thank you." cried Frederick.
SELLING the check his father. held out
to him and making rapidly for thu
door. Il will be back before mid
night" And he flung himself down
stairs just as the front doc opened
and Wattles stepped in.
"Ah!" exclaimed the latter as his eye
fell on the paper 1uttering in the 9TH
er's hand, Il expected money, not
paper"
THE paper is good" answered Fred
erick, drawing him swiftly out of the
house. 1T has my fathers signature
upon It,"
Your fathers sisnature?"
Yes"
Wattles gave it a look then slowly
shook his head at Frederick.
us 1t as well done,'' said he, las the
one you tried to pass off on Brady?'
Frederick cringed and for a moment
looked as If the struggle was too much
for him. Then he. rallied and eying
Wattles firmly said:
You have a right to your distrust.
but you are on the wrong track, Wat
ties. h I did once 1t would be i'm
possible for me to do again, iandf hope
1 may live to prove 1t. AS for that
check, l will soon prove its value in
your eyes. Follow me.supstairs to my
father"
His energy-the energy of despair no
doubt-seemed to make an. impression
on the other.
You might as well proclaim your
self a forger outright as to force your
father to declare this to be his sigma
ture," he observed.
II know It," said. Frederick.
Yet you will run that risk
IF you oblige me-
Wattles shrugged his shoulders.
Il bear you no Ill will" said he. IF
this represents money, l am satisfied.
and I begin to think It does. But lis
ten, Sutherland. Something has hap
pened to you. A week ago you would
have put a bullet through my head be-
fore o would have been willing to
have so compromised yourself. Ithink
I know what that something Is. To
save yourself from being thought
guilty of a big crime you are willing to
incur suspicion of a small one. It's a
wise move, my boy, but look out! No
tricks with me or my friendship may
not hold. Meantime. l cash this check
tomorrow"
Frederick looked like a man thor
oughly exhausted when the final echo
of this hateful voice died away on the
hillside. n4 49,
Packing up a few necessaries and
writing a letter. which he left on his
table to be given to his father in the
morning. he made his way down the
stairs of the now darkened house to a
door opening upon the garden
His intention was to take the train
to Portchester,
But he was not to take that or
any other train out of Dorchester at
present, for when he reached a fence
dividing Mr.. Sutherland's grounds from
those of his adjoining neighbor he saw
drawn up in the moonlight just at the
point where he had intended' to leap
the fence the form of a woman with
one hand help out to stop him.
1t was Amabel.