The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-10-13

rein. flung himself out or the saddle
and followed her. She saw him and
stopped in the vestibule. quaking a lit
tie as she felt she must always quake
until the impossible chasm of weldock
with another should be safely opened
between them.
lust a moment" he said, abruptly.
There was a time when / a would
spare Vincent Farley and his kin for
your sake. That was a year ago.
Things have changed since then: I
have changed. When my father is bur
led, l shall 20 my best to fill the
mourners' carriages with those who
have killed him."
How is your father today" she
asked. not daring to trust speech 9TH
erwise.
He is the same as he was yester-
day and the day before: the same as
he will always be from this on-a
broken man.
You will strike back" She said it
with infinite sadness in her voice and
an upcasting Of eyes that were swim
ming. Il don't question your right
but / pity you. The blow may be just,
/ don't know-yet 1t will fall harde3t
on you in the end, Tom"
His smile was almost boyish in It's
frank anger. But there was a mans
sheer in his words.
Excuse me; 1 forgot for the mo-
ment tina we are in a church. But 1
am taking consequences, these days"
She looked out from the cool, dark
refuge of the vestiDule when he mount
ed and rode on. and her heart was FULL.
--o-~1, xfn1fnfuA
and fell anger. But 1t was a generous
wrath, large n man-like. 1t was not
to be a blow in the dark or in the
back, as some men struck; and he
would not strike without first giving
her warning. Ardea had been cross
questioning Japheth about the assault
at the Woodlawn gates-to her own
hurt. Japheth had evaded as he could.
but she had guessed what he was keep
ing ~back-the identity Of the two foot
pads blackened to look like negroes. L
was a weary world. and life had lost
much that had made it worth living.
Tom was deep in an inventive trance.
with vengeance for the prize to be won,
and for the means to the nd. IRON
works and pipe plants and forgings-
especially the forging of n particular
thunderbolt which should shatter the
Farley fortunes beyond repair. When
this bolt was finally hammered Into
shape he had an hours interview with
Major Dabney and took a train for
New York
A telegram from Norman, begging
him to come back to South Tredegar at
speed. overlook him. For three days a
gentleman with shrewd eyes and a
hard-bitted jaw, registering at the
Marlboro as "A. Dracott, New York"
had been shut up with Mr.. Duxbury
Farley in the most private OF the COM
pany's offices In the Coosa Building.
and on the fourth day Norman had
made shift to find out this gentleman's
business. Whereupol the wire to Tom.
He caught a slow train back. and was
met at a station ten miles out of town
by his energetic ex-lieutenant.
"Of course. 1 didn't dare to don any
thing more than give him a hint" was
the conclusion of Norman's exciting
report II didn't know but he might
give US away to Colonel Duxbury. So.
without telling him much of anything,
4 got him to agree to meet you at his
rooms in the Marlboro o-night after
dinner. Then / was scared for fear
my wire 10 you would miss"
You are a white man. Fred, and a
friend to tie to-" said Tom; which was
more than he had ever said to Nor
man by way OF praise in the days Of
master and nan Then, as the train
was slowing into the South Tredegar
station: II this thing wins out, youIl
come in for something bigger than You
had with Gordon & Gordon. you can
bet on that"
1t was ordained hat Gordon should
anticipate his appointment by meeting
his man at the dinner-table in the
Marlboro cafe: and 1t was accident or
design. as you like to believe, that
Dyckman should be sitting two tables
away, choking over his food and listen
ing only by the road OF the eye, since
he was u%nhappily out OF ear rangc.
When the two passed out TO the eleva-
tor. the bookkeeper rose hastily and
made for the nearest telephone. This.
a. least. was not accidental.
The conference in Suite 32 lasted un-
til nearly midnight, with Dyckman
painfully ~shadowing the corridor and
sweating like a furnace iaborer, though
the night was more than autumn cool.
The door was thick. the transom was
closed, and the keyhole commanded
nothing but a square of blank wall OPP
posite In the Archaeological sitting
room Of the suite. Hence the book
keeper could only guess what we may
know.
You have let in a flood OF light on
Mr.. Farley's proposition, Mr.. Gordon"
said The representative Of American
Aqueduct. when the ground had been
thoroughly gone over. Il don't mind
telling you now that he made his first
C-ertures to US on his arrival from Eu-
rope. giving US to understand that he
owned or controlled the pipe-makinG
plants absolutely"
AT that time he controlled nothing,
as 1 have explained" said Tom. not
even his majority stock In Chiawassee
Consolidated OF course. he resumed
control as 500 as he reached home.
and his next move was to nave me
quietly sandbagged while he froze my
father out. But father did not transfer
the patents, for the simple reason that
he couldn't. They are my personal
property. made over to me before the
firm of Gordon & Gordon came into ex-
istence."
You are the man we'll have to do
business with, Mr.. Gordon. Are you
quite sure of you legal status In the
case?"
Il have good advice. Hanchett.
Goodloe and Tryson, Richmond Build
ing. are my attorneys. They will put
you in the way of finding out anything
you'd like TO know"
A l have said. I'm here TO do bust
ness. We don't need the plant WIZ
you sell us your patents?"
Yes; on one condition"
h you first put US out of bust
ness. You'll have to smash Chiawassee
Limited p~ainstakingly and permanently
before you can buy my holdings"
The ~shrewd-eyed gentleman who had
unified practically all of the pipe foun-
dries in the United States smiled a
gentle negative.
That would be rather out of our
line. If Mr.. Farley owned the patents.
and was disposed to fight us-as. i'll
deed, he is not-we might try to con-
vince him. But we are not out for
vengeance-another mans vengeance,
at that"