The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-11-22

ment, were eloquent to Bartlett. He
knew that this girls life from mo-
ment to moment was held to de-
termined standard Of calmne.s By an
unresting heroism. and when he re-
membered that she had come to this
sad state through the mere exercise
of helpful Kindness Ills soul cried out
against the government of the uni
verse. She was cousin to Carypr's
affection because she was needed
| there and for no other reason.
Celia sat in his Office all the rest of
the day. At half past 5. when Bartlett
went aboard the sound steamer with
all his worries on his back and the
pale, silent girl for sole companion he
/ was conscious of depression of spir-
its such as he had never felt before.
They had some dinner by and by,
and perhaps the food was good for
Bartlett. AT any rate. in the course
| of the meal he was vouchsafed reye-
lation. He perceived that Celia's pres
ence was not depressing; be had been
/
| what her effect upon him ought to be,
| in view of her condition, and this
false notion had completely fooled
him. In reality she had not uttered a
| complaint all day. She had express
ed no respondent view, but had gen
tly striven to dispel the gloom between
| them. all of which had emanated from
himself.
Upon my word" said he, looking
across at her, you are very cheerful
| young woman"
I'm comparison with whom?'
Myself
She nodded her head and smiled at
him.
Il am good deal worried" said he
'ThiS business of mine in Boston sits
on me like an incubus-whatever that
is"
81 am sorry" said she.
Perhaps he had looked for a little
curiosity, and perhaps the china blue
eyes read this in his face, for she tact
fully asked a leading question, and he
told his story. There were few peo-
pie in the world with whom he would
have spoken as frankly.
THE trouble is" said he in conclu-
sion, that dare not go directly to
the president of the bank. He's a tar
tar, and this particular kind of re-
neWal is his pet aversion. But If l
can have the matter put up to him in
just the right light by friend of
mine land pet of hisJ inside the
bank the thing will go through. | don't
want Boland even to know that came
over to Boston to see anybody in the
| bank wouldn't have him know it
| for thousand dollars"
Mr., Boland is the presidents"
Yes"
Suppose you should meet him on the
street" she suggested.
q should dodge into the nearest open
door" said he IF he saw me in Bos-
ton at this time he'd know what was
there for, and be doesn't like wirepull-
ing inside his bank"
Il don't like wirepuIling anywhere"
said Celia. Il think you should meet
Mr.. Boland deliberately"
Not for gold and precious stones"
Il have feeling that you will" she
insisted, and | don't like the idea
that you're afraid Of him"
81 don't like it myself" said he, but
am"
"Then you'll surely meet him. | new
er dare to be afraid of anything for
fear that it will happen"
Il admit there's something in it" said
| be.
Celia retired to her stateroom early,
and Bartlett went down to the main
deck, where in the girls absence he
relapsed into gloom and consoled him
self with strong cigars.
A streaky fog lay on the sound. In
the thicker places the steamer would
slow down as if bewildered, and her
whistle would exchange impatient
blasts of nautical conversation with
! other whistles. A human irritation
seemed to animate these tones.
Bartlett thought of Celia lying
awake and listening to the mournful
and alarming chorus. Tenderness
came to his heart He regretted that
! he had not been kinder to her; that he
had not spoken cheerier words at their
parting
"All the human sense and goodness
i have gone out of me-" he growled. Il
am the wreck of what | was"
1t was past II when he went to his
stateroom, and he sat for a long time
on the edge of his berth. thinking
despondently of the morrow The wills,
tie was now doing its worst, and the
answers were more petulent He dis
tinguished one voice among them that
seemed angrier than the others. and it
drew constantly nearer Then for an
j interval he missed that voice Silence
reigned for perhaps no more than a
minute, but it seemed much longer.
Bartlett rose to his feet-he knew not
why.
In the depths of tile vessel he heard
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