Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1909-01-01

of or lives,
Now. don't muralize.'' replied his
father testify. 'aS if Your own selfish
ness in desiring 10 possess that girl
wasn't the mainSpring of all Your ac-
tions." Waving his son out of the
room. he added: Now, leave me alone
with her for IL few moments. Perhaps
can make her listen To reason
Jefferson stared al his father as II he
feared he We're out of his mind.
What do you mean: Are YOU he
/ calculated.
Co go; leave her to ne" command
cd the iinancirr. "Slam the door when
you 90 out. and she'll think we've both
gone Then come w again presently"
The strntagcm succeeded admirably
jefferson gave the door Il vigorous
pull and John Ryder stood quiet, wait
ing for the girl To emerge from sanctu-
AIRY He did not have to wait long
! The door soon opened, and Shirley
came out slowly. She had her hat on
and was drawing on her gloves. for
through ht.r window she had caught Il
! glimpse e.! the cab standing ut the
curb. She started on seeing Ryder
! Standing there rotioulc.;;. and she
| Woul have rctrcatcd hai he not inter
! copied her.
Il wish To speak to yGu. MiSj-HoS.;-
| more he began.
Il have nothing to say" answered
Shirley frigidly.
why did You do this:' he asked.
| holding out the check
because do not want your money"
| she replied. with hauteur.
1T WAS yours. You earned it," he
said.
NO. l came here hoping to influence
you To help my father. The work | did
was part of the plan. 1t happened to
fail my way. | took it rs means to
get to your heart"
But it is yours. Please take it. 1t
will be useful"
NO" she said scornfully. Il can't
tell you how low | should fall in my
own estimation If l took your money.
Money" she added, with ringing con
| tempt. why, that's all there is to you.
It's your god. Shall l make your god
my god? No, thank you, Mr.. Ryder."
Am I as bad as that?" he asked
wistfully.
You are az bad as that" she an
swercd dcci.'ivcly.
80 b;.l that l contaminate even
good money!" He spoke lightly. but
she noticed that he WINGED.
Money itself is nothing" replied the
girl. ITS the spirit that gives 1t, the
spirit that receives it, the spirit that
earns It, the spirit that spends 1t.
Money helps to create happiness. 1t
also creates misery. It's an engine of
destruction when not properly used. 1t
destroys individuals as 1t does nations.
1t has destroyed you. for 1t has warp
ed your SOUL
go on" he laughed bitterly. II Ike
to hear YOU"
mo, you don't, Mr. Ryder: no you
don't, for deep down in your heart you
know that l am speaking the truth.
Money and the power it gives you has
dried up the wellsprings of your heart"
He affected to be highly amused ut
her words, but behind the mask of cal
lous indifference the man suffered. Her
words scared him as with redhot
iron. She went on:
In the barbaric ages they fought for
possession. but they fought openly
The feudal barons fought for what
they stole, but it was Il fair fight They
didn't strike In the dark At least they
gave Il man chance for his life But
when you modern barons Of industry
don't like legislation you destroy It,
when you don't like your judges you
remove them, when n competitor out
bids you you squeeze him out OF COM
mercial existence! You have no hearts,
you are machines, and you are cow
ards. for you fight unfairly"
1T is not true: 1t is not true" he pro-
tested.
1T is true" she insisted holly "a
few hours ago in cold blood you doom
| ed my father to what Is certain death
because you decided 1t WAS political
| necessity. In other words, he inter
fered with your personal interests
=
many millions you can't count them
Scornfully she added: Come out into
| the light-fight in the open. At least
let him know who his enemy isl
stop! Stop! Not another word"' lie
cried impaticntly. You have diagnos-
ed the disease. What OF the remedy?
Are you prepared to reconstruct hu-
man nature:"
Confronting each other, their eyes
met, and he regarded her without re-
sentiment. almost with tenderness. He
felt strangely drawn toward this wom-
| an who had delieI and accused him
and made him see the world in a new
light.
Il don't deny" he admitted reluct-
antly, that things seem to be as you
describe them, but it Is part Of the
process of evolution"
NO" she protested: 1T is the work
| Of Godw
1T is evolution" he insisted.
"Ah, that's it," she retortcd; you
evolve new IDEAS, new schemes. new
tricks-you all worship different gods
| gods of your own making"
He WAS about to reply when there
was n commotion at the door, and
Theresa entered. followed by a man.
| servant to carry down the trunk
THE cab is downstairs, miss" said
the maid.
Ryder waved them away imperious-.
| ly. He had something further to say
| which he did not care for servants to
hear. Theresa and the man precipitate-
! ly withdrew, not understanding, but
| ObeyinS with alacrity a master who
never brOOked delay in the execution
Of his orders. Shirley, indignant, look
ell to him for an explanation.
| "YOu don't need Them" he exclaimed,
with quiet smile In which was
shade of embarrassment II came
here to tell you that r. He stopped
as II unable to find words, while Shir-
| ley gaZed ut him In utter establishment