The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-04-09
CHAPTER xlx.--Continued.
ropyright 1906 BY Dobbs-Merrili Co.

- brewers," retorted. You assured
orce while your affair with that
,a,.h o,rl was on, that the short upper
H. made Heaven seem possible, but
Unnecessary; then the next thing l
,now she had shaken you for the
tinated maltster. Take that for your
,n,nertinence. But perhaps it was
Bates?"
AID not wait for an answer. l was
rot in a mood for reflection or nice dis
tinctions. The man came in just then
with fresh plate of toast
oRates. Mr.. Pickering has learned
,bot was away from the house on the
right of the attack, and I'm ordered off
for having broken my agreement to
stay here. How do you suppose he
heard of It so promptly?
,'From Morgan, quite possibly. l
have a letter from Mr.. Pickering my
self this morning. Just moment,
sir"
He placed before me note bearing
the same date as my own. 1t was a
charm rebuke of Bates for his failure
IN report my absence promptly by
wire and he was ordered to prepare to
leave on the first of February. CLOSE
your accounts at the shopkeepers' and
n will audit your bills on my arrival"
The tone was peremptory and con-
stemptuous. Bates had failed to satisfy
gpickering and was flung off like a
smoked.out cigar.
How much had he allowed you for
expenses, Bates?"
He met my gaze imperturably.
He pays me $50 a month as wages,
sir, and am allowed SIS for other ex-
penses."
But you didn't buy English pleas.
fants and champagne on that allow
Hance!"
He was carrying away the coffee
Htray and his eyes wandered to the win
sdows
Not quite, sir. You see"
But don't see!"
ut had occurred to me that as Mr..
chickering's allowance wasn't what you
Knight call generous it was better to
,augment it Well, sir, l took the Ito.
erty of advancing trifle, as you might.
fsay to the estate. Your grandfather
twoud not have had you starve sir"
81 He left hurriedly, as though to escape
Sfrom the consequences of his words,
&and when | came to myself Larry was
gOomily invoking his strange Irish
2gods
N Larry Donovan, I've been tempted
Ito kill that fellow dozen times! This
thing is too damned complicated for
Pine. wish my lamented grandfather
had left me something easy. To think
of it-that all the time I've been ours
Ping and abusing Bates since / came
here I've been enjoying his bounty
tand he's been giving me the fat of the
and just because of his devotion to
my grandfather's memory. Lord, l
cant face the fellow again!"
AS have said before, you're rather
lacking at times in perspicacity. Your
Intelligence is married by large Opaque
spots Now that there seems to be a
woman in the case you're less sane
'han ever. Bah, these women! And
NOV we've got to go to work"
Ban, these women! My own heart
saught the words. | was enraged and
ptter' No wonder she had been anx.
lous for me to avoid Pickering in Gin
rlahatl, after daring me to follow her
Sthere!
W.
we called council of war for that
isht that we might view matters in
'le hght OF Pickering's letter. His
in ordering me to leave
4'aue prompt and decisive action
necessary on my part. | summoned
o'ouaard to our conference, feeling
'OnHaent of his friendliness.
VI course said the broad shoul.
s''eu chaplain, IF you could show that
H'OuF absence was on business of very
ssave Importance. the courts might
OaSuue in your favor"
Larry looked at the ceiling and blew
ss OF smoke languidly. / had not
'Vosed to either of them the cause
my absence. On such a matter
E hat N'N SCI precious Illtle sym
BIZ n' IRON Larry, and l had, more
toa, d Keeling that | could not discuss
,rb. ,'an peVereux with any one; | even
boa from mentioning her name
nO " 1t rang like the call of bugles
cb que was always before me,-tht
evar neu spirit of youth, linked t.
Inc e' ~! loot of the earth, every CLEAN o.
plor' "un upon the ice-bound lake, every
S SOoi OF the winter sunset. All tn,
'onio,, impulses | had ever. stifled were
",s to life by the thought of her
somo u The days perplexities started
Ss ~e s',, thinking 1 heard her voice
lcom' sirllsh laughter, or saw her agar
hmd,ae toward me down the stairs, o.
sts sni, against the light her fan will
h ,, HViuen butterflies. really knew
MAJ h'se OF her; | could associate he
n 't ~ no home. only with that last fin,
trlv ue autumn upon the lake, the snow
tbe en Woodland. that twilight hour a
nom organ in the chapel, those stoler
septsd . at the Armstrong;. l re