The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1909-11-05
p I.

what an irOniCal old world 1t was!
There was a perpendicular wrinkle
abou his nose, and his lips had
thinned into a mere line which dropped
at the corners. The drone of a type
writer in the adjoining sound
ed above the rattle-tattle of the street
below. Through the open windows
came a vague breath of summer redo
lent OF flowers and grasses; for it was
out eleven O'Clock of the morning, and
the smell of sun-baked brick and as.
phalt had not yet risen through the
air. Far beyond the smoking, ragged
skyline Darlington could see the shift
Ing, glittering river and the great
ships going down to the sea. Present
ly the ashes from his dead cigar fell
In a gray cascade down his coat and
tumbled across HIS knees, but he gave
no heed.
1ronical Old world, indeed! Here,
suddenly and unexpectedly, he found
himself upon the battlefield of love
and duty, where all honest men find
themselves, sooner or later. To pit
the heart against the conscience, i'm
bOASS SAlAo SoIS 11SlSu-AO.
Duty is an implacable goddess. and
those who serve her most Loyalty are
most %ruthlessly driven. She Bullets
us into this corner and into that, digs
pitfalls for the hesitant foot, and
brushes the yacillating.
AS all men will, Darlington set
about to argue down his conscience;
the heart is so insistent a counselor.
Why should he give up the woman he
loved, simply because duty demanded
be should? After all, was not duty
merely social obligation? What was
1t to him that the sheep were sheared?
Was it right that he, of all men,
should divide the house. throw the
black pail of dishonesty over it, de-
stroy his own happiness and hers,
hen so simple a thing as a match
would crumble into ~nothingness this
monument to one mans greed and
s~elfishness? The survival of the fit
test; if he put aside Self, who would
thank him? Few, and many would
call him a fool or a meddler. So many
voices spoke that he seemed to hear
uone distinctly.
He alone had made these astonish-
Ing discoveries; he alone had fol-
lowed the c%unningly hidden trail OF
the serpent. He could stop where |
he was and none would be the wiser. |
To be sure, it was only a question of
time when the scandal would become
public through other channels; but in
that event he would not be held re.
sponsible for bringing about the catas-
trophe. Besides, the ways of the SER
pent are devious and many, and other
investigators might not come so close
to the trail.
He had one about his investiga.
tons without the least idea where |
they would lead him. At the begin |
ming he had believed that the guilty |
ones were none higher than petty Off.
cials; but presently he found himself
going over their heads, higher and
higher, until, behold! he was at the
lair of the old serpent himself. A
client had carelessly dropped a bit
of information, and it had taken seed
with this surprising result. Henry
Cavenaugh, millionaire promoter, |
fnancier. trust magnate, director in |
a hundred money gathering concerns;
Henry ~Cavenaugh, the father of the
girl he loved and who loved him,
Could it be he, indeed? 1t seemed in.
credible.
1t was NOT a case of misappropria- |
ton of funds, such as a man may be
guilty OF when temporarily hard
pressed. 1t was a bold and fraudulent
passing of dividends that rightfully be-
longed to the investors; of w%rongfully
issuing statements of bolstered ex-
penses, lack of markets, long strikes
(promoted by Cavenaugh and his as
sociatesD, insufficient means of trans
pOrtatiOn. An annual dividend of
seven per cent. of many millions that
had been dishonesty passed over. The
reports that there would be no divi-
dends encouraged a slump in the list
ed price of the stock, and many had
sold under par value, thereby netting |
to Cavenaugh and others several mil
lions. And the proof of AN this lay
In his hand!
1t had been a keen hunt. Many and |
many a blind trail had he followed, |
only to come back to the start again. !
All that now remained for him to do
was to pass this document on to the /
hands OF the intrepid district attorney. |
and Justice would be melted out to the |
guilty.
Her father! The picture of him rose
suddenly and distinctly in his mind.