The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1909-11-19

Eyes. The firm has some reputation
in that branch" Carrington glanced
c%uriously at his host. What was com.
ing now? Was it possible that Cave.
naugh had in some way learned of his
discoveries and was about to placate
him?
Il believe you handled successfully
the D. & M. railroad deal?"
I'VE won in three courts"
WELL" continued Cavenaugh, "Pve
been thinking of you to-day. The P.
& o. counsel has had to give up on
ccount of poor health, and Matthew.
son spoke to me yesterday, asking If
l knew a man who could fill his place.
1t pays seventeen thousand the year"
He paused as if to let this magnificent
salary sink into the deepest crevice
OF Carrington's soul. What would
you say to a permanent berth like
that?' Cavenaugh positively beamed.
Kate stared at her father in aston.
ishment. Was it possible that he was
beginning to look favorably upon Car.
rington? Her glance travelled to Car.
rlngtOn. His expression she found
puzzling.
Seventeen thousand!" murmured
the pariah, rubbing his hands, while
his eyes s%parkled.
Darlington deliberated for a space.
He was hard put. He did not want tc
refuse this peace-offering, but nothing
would make him accept it.
"This is very fine of you. Two
years ago l should have jumped at the
chance. But my agreement with my
partner makes it impossible. can
not honestly break my contract with.
in five years" He waited for the
storm to burst, for C%avenaugh was not
a patient man.
Are you mad?' whispered Kate. A
flush of anger swept over her at the
thought of C~arrington's lightly casting
aside this evident olive branch.
Would you have me accept it," he
returned, in a whisper lower than
hers.
She paled. 81 had forgotten" she
said, with the pain of quick recollec.
ton.
The dinner came to it's end, and
everybody rose gratefully, for there
seemed to be something tense in the
air.
seventeen thousand honest dol.
lars!" murmured the pariah, tagging
along at the ~millionaire's heels.
Darlington threw him a swift pene.
trating glance; but the old man
was looking ecstatically at the tinted
angels on the ceiling. The old man
might be perfectly g%uileless; but Car
rington scented the family bitter
aroma Of irony.
Just before the carriage arrived to
convey Darlington and the ladies to
the club dance grandpa appeared. hat
in hand and a humble smile on his
face. 1t was a very attractive face.
weather beaten though it was, penciled
by the onset of 20 years.
You are not going, are you, grand,
pap asked Norah.
Yes, my child. | should be yerv
lonesome here alone with vour ee,
Unable father. III drop in tomorrow
for Sunday dinner; that is, if you ard
not going to have company. | All
glad that I met you, Mr.. C]arrington.t
Poor old grandra!" sighed Norah.
when the door closed upon him. He
has the ridiculous idea that he isn't
wanted"
Nobody pursued the subject a.,
Norah began to preen herself.
An idea came to Darlington. He
wanted to be rid of his document. He
spoke to Kate, who nodded ompr
h~ensively. She led him into the din
ing room. In one corner protectei
by a low screen, was a small safe
This she threw open, and Darlington
put the envelope into one of the
pigeon holes. The safe was absolutely
empty, a fact which puzzled him not
4 little.
CTO BE CONTINUED3