Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-09-30
CHAPTER XVI.

u n blue aLL uullI l4ieAN
cha consistency OF a cloud When
fooned the wall and set his face
W tho iron works. Or rather. it
81 lilo the depths of d translucent
mich the distant electric lights
y Torntain View avenue shone as
- nh0sphorescent life on one
and the great dark bulk Of Leb-
loaned az the massive founda-
rs If = shadowy island on the other.
-+ber On. the recurring flare from
an vent of the blast-furnace light
"a haze depths weirdly, turning the
.+orious sea bottom into fathomlesS
Gao NJ duIl-red tncandescence for
= faw seconds of it's duration-S
lightning flash submerged and
3 extiRguished
Drdon was passing the country col
4 i church when one Of the torch
s. fares Redeemed on the night, and
81 pIow picked out the gilt cross at
q ton of the sham Norman tower.
{. fung I'D a hand invoiuntarily, as IL
kut the emblem, and that for which
hood. out Of his life. At the same
&ant a Whit Of the acrid smoke from
q distant furnace fires tingled in his
& krtls and he quickened his pace.
hour for which all other hours had
waiting had struck. Love had
Sed, and religion had made its silent
lest. but the smell in his nostrils
u the smoky breath of Mammon, the
j tn which has maddened a world:
strode on doggedly, thinking only of
u triumph and how he should pres
In compass 1t,
Me two great poplar trees, sentinel
what had once been the gate Of the
#Gordon homestead, had been spared
hugh all the industrial changes.
Hen he would have opened the wicket
bass on to the log house offices, an
he'd man stepped from behind one Of
trees, his gunbutt drawn up to
BE Before the blow could fall, the
.bace flare blazed aloft like a mighty
kh. and the man grounded his weap-
4 beg your pardon, Mr. Gordon; L
bok we for somebody else" he SIAM
PED; and Tom scanned his face
Srply by the light of the burning
ses.
8Whom for instance" he queried.
why -e-yeh-I reckon it don't make
4 diffrence-my telIn' you; you'd
Bht to have it in for him, too. / was
n for that houn'- dog at walks on
hind legs and calls hisself Vint
Hey"
WHO are you?" Tom demanded.
kincaid's my name, and I'm s'posed
be one o the strike guards; least
#e that's what / hired out for a lit
spell ago. 1 couldn't think of mare
Better way O. gettin' at"
Ordon interrupted bruskly. Tell
what you owe Vint Farley. If your
is bigger than mine. you shall
Re the first chance"
#he gasfash came again. There
> black wrath in the mans eyes.
You can tote it up for yourself,
&h-Jefr Gordon. Late yesterday
fnin', when me and Nan Bryerson
&ve to town for your Uncle Silas TO
zfry US, she told me what I'd been
&tustin' for a month back-that
Farley was the daddy O. her chill
D. He's done might nigh everything
Rrt o KILN her to make her swear
on to you; and [ allowed I'd jest
of goin back West till I'd fixed his
4 face scat no yuther woman'd
p look at it."
Gordon staggered and leaned against
fence palings, the red rage of muir
h boiling In his veins. Here, at last,
Q the key to all the mysteries; the
#rce Of all the cruel gossip; the
8ndation Of the wall of separation
had been built up between his
n and Ardea. When he could trust
pSeh to speak he asked a question.
&"ho knows this, besides yourself ?"
Your Uncle Silas, for one: he al
ed he wouldn't marry us less'n she
hlm l might nigh b'lieve he had
suspicious, too. He let on like 1t
FARLEY that told him on you, years
when YOU was q boy"
tie did? Then Farley was one Of
three men who saw us up yonder
the barrel-spring?"
les; and I was another one of EN-.
fss right hot at you that mornin'; /
Re was"
Wei who else knows about it?"
brother Bill Layne, and Aunt
#ahGy' and Japhe Pettigrass. They
went IN town TO stan up with me
Nan"
men Tom remembered the figure
mig swiftly across the lawns and
Vail OF the voice he loved. Had
4e'h 'oid her, and was she hasten
" make such reparation as shs
"a. No matter. 1t was too late now.
ueFee hatred of the wounded saw
was astir in his heart and it would
oe denied or silenced.
e''s NE that gun, and you shall
Z your first chance" he conceded.
I n, out one condition: If you kill
4 I'll kill YOU"
vas only allowin' to Spite his face
4 ana rockU do for that. You
nave what's left O. him after I get
&on." 'oush 70 KILL l
Tie moment of weapon passing
zane sounds audible above the
s,. 80 sign Of the blowing engines
hSraS u horses hoofs and the
OF carriage wheels on the
~ 'Ioon signed quickly to Kin
II hn1 .o uTew back carefully behind
Nc Ne :" the opposite poplar.
i :, S me Warwick~Lodge surrey,
! IN, 'oOpped at the gate. Two men
ssn, a., Ia went up the path, and an
'1'ef. kineaid followed stealth
i b" ou waited for the next gas-f1ars.