Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-02-07

"It tss all r4shdt to be smart, but to be
q thtef!"
man, you vas one dirty scoundrel. You
vas a thief. II ISIS all righdt to be
smart, but to be thief"
"why didn't you pull outT' asked
Orde.
'T couldn'tr' cried Heinzman pite-
ously He haf me cold. I paid Stan
ford $500 for his vote on the charter,
and Newmark he know dot. BE can
prove 1t. He tell me If don't do what
he say he put me in jail"
"WelI, he can still put you in prison"
said Orde.
"vot carer cried Heinzman, throw
ing up both his arms. You and your
wife are my friends. She save my
Nina. Du lieber Colt! If my daugh-
ter had died. vot good iss friends and
money. vot good ISIS anything? l
don't want to live. And ven l sit dere
by her always something ask me, Wy
you do dot to the peoples dot safe your
MinaY"
His excitement died.
"Have you that note?' asked Orde.
at is at my office for the foreclosure.
1 will not foreclose. He can send me
to the penitentiary."
Telephone Lambert in the morning
to give 1t to me. No-here. Write an
order in this notebook.
Heinzman wrote the required order.
81 CO." said he, suddenly weary.
Orde accompanied him down the
street and succeeded in slipping him
through the improvised quarantine
Morning found Orde still seated in
the library chair. His head was sunk
forward on his chest; his hands were
extended, listless, palms up, along the
arms of the chair; his eyes were va
cant and troubled.
When the full sun shoue into the
library he aroused himself to change
his clothes. Then, carrying those he
had just discarded, he slipped out OF
the house and down the street. He
paused only long enough to telephone
from the office telling Carroll he would
be out of town all day. Then he set
out at a long swinging gait over the
hills. miles from the village and in the
high beech woods. There he sat down,
his back to a monster tree. All day
long he gaZed steadily on the shifting
shadows and splotches of sunlight; on
the patches of blue sky. the dazzling
white clouds that sailed across them;
on the waving. whispering frond that
overarched him and the deep cool
shadows beneath.
At evening Orde shook himself and
arose.
He reached home a little before 6
r..
him.
~ have things pretty well In shape"
the lawyer said.
'"Then the trouble is over?" asked
Orde.
II wouldn't say that" replied Taylor,
''but you can rest easy as to the title
to your lands. The investigation had
no real basis to 1t. There may have
been some small individual cases Of
false entry. but nothing on which to
ground a real attack"
"When can l borrow on it?"
mot for a year or two. l should say.
There's an awful lot of red tape to I'M
wind"
oh" said Orde in some disappoint-
ment
Taylor hesitated.
"I have something more to tell you
something that will be painful" said
he.
Orde looked up quickly.
"Well, what is it?
"The general cussedness of all this
investigation business had me puzzled
until at last 1 made up my mind to do
a little investigating on my own ac-
count. There was one man behind all
this. He was
Joe Newmark," said orde quietly.
How did you know that?"
81 just guessed"
well. 1t was Newmark. He tied up
the land In this trumped up investiga-
don so you could not borrow on it."
How did he find out owned any
land?' asked Orde
THAT couldn't tell you. Must have
been leak somewhere"
Orde did not wish to return to the
office until he had worked his problem
out. so 10 lend his absence the color OF
naturalness he drove back next morn
ing to the booms.
In the evening he went direct to
Newmark's.
"Mr. Newmark is out. SIR" said NAL
lock and started to close the door.
But Orde thrust his foot and knee in
the opening.
"I'll come in and wait" said he
quietly.
Yes. sir; this way, SIR" Said NAL
lock. trying to indicate the dining
room.
orde caught the aroma OF tobacco.
He turned the knob OF the door and
entered the library.
There he found Newmark in evening
dress, seated in low easy chair be-
meath lamp. smoking and reading a