Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1909-09-02

Wner~ise her mouth seemed to grow
more straight and hard.
'DorothyV' cried the adventures
with a touch of displeasure. "You
heard mey"
i heard you" she replied a little
YEARLY. more than a little contemptu-
ously Don't mind him, please, Mr..
hrhwood! with an appealing ges-
lure, as Kirkwood. unable to contain
himself, moved restlessly in his chair,
threatening to rise. Don't say any,
thing. l have no intention whatever
or going with this man."
| Calendars features twitched nery-
ously. He chewed a corner of his
mustache. fixing the girl with a black
STARE. Il presume" he remarked, aft
er moment, with slow elaboration,
you're aware that as your father I
am III position to compel you to &C
company me-"
i shall not go with you," iterated
dorothy in level tone You may
threaten me, butt shall not go. Mr..
brentwick and Mr.. Kirkwood are TAX
ing me to-friends. who win give me a
nome until l can find a way to take
care Of myself. That is all l have to
say to you
bravo, my dearr' cried Brentvsck
encouragingly.
| Mind your business, sirr' Numbered
| calendar. his face darkening, then
| TO Dorothy, You understand, l trust.
| what this meansT' he demanded. Il
| oHer you home, and good one. Re-
Iuse and you work for your living,
| my girl! You've forfeited your leg
acy"-
i know, l KNOW she told him in
cold disdain. Il am content. Won't
you be kind enough to leave me
| alone?
For breath Calendar glowered over
her. Then, Il presume" he observed.
that all these heroics are inspired by
that whippersnapper Kirkwood. Do
you know that he hasn't a brass far
thing to bless himself with?"
What has that cried the girl in
dignantly.
why, 1t has everything to do with
me, my child. AS your doting parent
can't consent to your marrying moth
ing year, for l surmise you intend to
marry this Mr.. kirkwood, don't your"
There followed a little interval OF
silence, while the warm blood famed
IN the girls face and the red lips
trembled as she faced her tormentor.
Then, with quaver that escaped her
control, IF Mr.. Kirkwood asks me I
shall" she stated very simply.
hot s,Na
completely understood" His gaze
sought her eyes, but she looked away.
You forget that l am your father"
sneered Calendar, land that you are a
minor. l can refuse my consent"
But you won't" Kirkwood told him
with assurance
The adventurer stared no" he
agreed after slight hesitation; mo, 1
shan't interfere. Take her, my boy. If
you want her, and fathers blessing
Into the bargain. The Lord knows I've
troubles enough. A parents lot is not
what it's cracked up to be-" He
paused, leering. ironic. But" DELHI
erately, there's still this other mat
ter Of the gladstone bag. l don't mind
abandoning my parental authority
when my child's happiness is concern
ed, but as for my property
ut is not your property" interrupted
the girl.
ut was your mothers, dear child.
It's now mine"
II dispute that assertion" Kirkwood
put in.
you may dispute it till the cows
come home, my boy. The fact will re-
main that intend to take my property
with me when l leave this room,
whether you like 1t or not. Now, are
you disposed to continue the argument,
or may l count on your being sensi-
ble?"
You may put away your revolver, If
that's what you mean," said Kirkwood.
1--WE certainly shan't oppose you with
violence, but l warn you that Scotland
Yard
"Oh, that be blowedv' the adventur-
er snorted in disgust. 81 can sail cir
cles round any tee that ever blew out
of Scotland Yard! Give me an hours
start and you're free to do all the
funny business you've a mind to with
Scotland Yardv
linen you ADMIT, Quer1ed Brent |
wick civilly, that you've no legal title
to the jewels in disputeT'
Look here, my friend" chuckled |
Calendar; when you catch me admit
ting anything you write 1t down in
your little book and tell the bobby on
the corner. Just at present I've got |
other business than to stand round |
admitting anything about anything.
Cap'n, let's have that bag of my duti- |
full daughters"
ERE you are" Stryker spoke for
the first time since entering the room,
taking the valise from beneath the |
chair and depositing 1t on the table.
"Well, We shan't take anything that |
doesn't belong to u.s." laughed Calen-