Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-08-12
cHAPTER.n.-contlnued.

VI CouISe, De d great newspaper clam
or; the interstate commissioners will
put their heads together; there will b.
investigations by the government
That will be the attack. The keenes
lawyers are on the side of corpora
tons; that is because the state il
nfggard with her pay. Let me outlin,
the defense. Father will resign from
his high office, to be reelected late,
when the public cools off! A new di
~rectorate will fill the place of the pres
ent one. Suddenly falsified entries
Will be discovered; the head book
keeper will have disappeared. All
fingers will point to him. He will be
in South America, having been pait
several thousand to go there. All this
viii make the passing of the dividend
perfectly logical. The matter will
never be tried in court. Money will
do all this"
My dear little woman, you reason
like Pythagoras; butt Darlington
added, gravely, when I undertook to
untangle this affair, I realized its huge
proportions. For every redoubt your
father has, | have an assault, for every
wall a catapult, for every gate a
petard. But, as | said before, you
nave only to say the word, and for the
present nobody will be any the wiser
II permitted you to do this, /
Should destroy my faith in both of us.
1t would erect a barrier which would
be insurmountable. That is not the
way out"
7 have weighed all these things .
dis~couragedly.
He took the document from his
pocket and caught it in a way that
indicated how easily it might be
ripped into halves, the halves into
quarters, the quarters into infinitesi-
NAL squares Of meaningless letters.
Once more, shall I, Kate?"
No, John. That would only make
our difficulties greater. But | do ask
this n favor; put your evidence into
the hands of a strange attorney, have
nothing to do with the prosecution;
for my sake"
L must have the night to think 1t
over. Most of my attacks are not
herein written; I dared keep them
only in my head"
I am very unhappy" said the girl.
He took her hand and kissed it
reverently. He longed to console her,
but no words he had in mind seemed
adequate.
"Fore!' came lazily over the knoll.
They were no longer alone. So to-
gether they wandered slowly back to
the clubhouse. Tea was being served,
and Darlington drank his abstractedly.
From time to time he joined the con
versation, but without any heart.
Some of the buster ladies whispered
that 1t looked this time as though
Kate had given the young man his
congo.
On the way home Norah, with her
humorous comment on the weekly
budget of gossip, saved the situation
from any possible contretemps. Mrs.
Cavenaugh was easy-going, but for all
that she possessed remarkably OBJ
servant eyes; and her eldest daughter
was glad that they were occupied else
where.
Kate was very unhappy: her father
was not honest, and the man she loved
had come into the knowledge of the
fact. All, how quickly shadow can
darken sunshine!
What did you make 1t In to-day.
Mr.. Carrington?" asked Norah.
Make what?" he counter-ques-
toned, a~bsently.
The course, MI. Goose! What did
you think meant?'
"Oh," lamely, 4 made a bad play at
the beginning and gave 1t up"
By this time they had arrived at
the gates, and everybody was thank
full; Mrs. Cavenaugh, because her
nose smarted with sunburn; .Norah,
because the gown she was to wear
at the dance that night was new;
Kate, because she wanted to be alone;
and Darlington, because he wanted to
learn whether the angel threw Jacob
or Jacob threw the angel. The driver
and the horses were glad to arrive be-
cause they were hungry
1t took the young lawyer some time
to dress for dinner that night. His
usually direct mind vacillated between
and wrong, wrong and right;
and he foated from one to the other
like an unattached cork. He made a
dozen annoying blunders In dressing.
And when finally the pier-glass re-
flected an irr~eproachable and finished
picture, he searched his CASTOR vest
for his growing monster and trans
ferred it to the pocket of his coat.
Monster! Here was nc story-mon
ster, like the creature Of d Franken
stein; 1t was genuine, and was like
TO turn upon him at any moment and
rend him. He shrugged and pro
ceeded down the stairs. There are
soliloquies that sometimes leave an
unpleasant taste behind. So he pinned
his faith to the banner Of the late
genial and hopeful Micawber; some
thing might turn up for the benefit of
Ill concerned,
The hall and living Q at the
Cavenaugh manor were one and the
same. There were bookcases ranging
along the walls, window seats, q read
ing table and an ancient chimney seat
AS Darlington turned the first landing
be stopped.
Father, ! think 1t positively dread
'ul the way YOU treat poor grandpa"
This was Norsh.