The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1910-10-28

CHAPTER XVIII Continued.)
She looked up at him appealingly.
Don't make fun OF such things,
Tom. Love Is sacred"
Il was never further from making
fun Of things In my life. I mean 1t
with every drop of blood In me. You
said you didn't want to find me chang
ed: I'm not changed In that. at least"
You ridiculous boy!" she said; but
that was only a stop-gap. and Long
fellow added another by coming to
stand opposite a vast obstruction of
building material half damming the
white road. What are you doing here
building more additions?" she asked.
NO" said Tom. TT is new plant
afpipe foundry"
Don't tell me we are going to have
more neighbors In Paradise" she said.
In mock concern.
TIL tell you something that may
shock you worse than that: the owner
OF this new plant has camped down
right next door to Deer Trace"
How dreadful! You don't mean
that"
"Oh. but do He's a young man. Of
poor but honest parentage, with large
eye for the main chance. shouldn't
be surprised If he took every opportu-
nifty to make love to YOU"
How absurd you can be. Tom! Who
As he?"
He is Mr.. Caleb Gordon's son.
think you think you know hom. but
you don't; nobody does"
Really, Tom? Have you gone Into
business for yourself? I thought you
had another year at Boston,
I have another year coming to me.
but I don't know when I shall get 1t.
And I am in business for myself:
though perhaps should be modest and
call 1t firm-Gordon & Gordon.
built this new Arm. and 1t Is all that
has kept Chiawassee from going into
the sherifrs hands any time during the
past six months. Duxbury Farley and
his son had deliberately wrecked the
company"
You must not say such things of
Mr. Farley and-and his son to me. II
you do. can't listen"
You don't believe what say7"
Il believe you have convinced your
SELF But you are vindictive; you know
you are. And mean to be fair and
Just"
Tell me one thing. Ardea, and may
be It win shut my mouth. What Is
Vincent Farley to you-anything more
than Eva's brother?"
Another young woman might have
claimed her undoubted right to evade
such pointed question. But Ard.a
saw safety only In instant frankness.
He has asked me to be his wife
Tom"
And you have consentedr"
7 wonder II have" she said, half
musingly.
Don't you know" he demanded.
And then. "Ardea. I'd rather see you
dead and IN your coffin! You don't
know vint Farley"
Don't 1? My opportunities have
been very much better than yours
she retorted.
That may be, but say you don't
know him. He is a whited sepulcher."
But you can not particularize," she
insisted. And the evidence Is all the
other way"
The evidence isn't all one sided"
he asserted. If you were a man.
could convince you in two minutes that
both Of the Farleys are rascals and
hypocrites"
Yet they are your fathers business
associates" she reminded him.
He saw the hopelessness Of any ar
Eument on that side, and was silent
again, this time until they had passed
the Deer Trace gates and he had cut
the buggy before the great Greek pill
Jared portico of the manor-house
When he had helped her out, she
thanked him and gave him her hand
mil In oa old
while he asked single blunt oues-
ton.
Tell me one thing more, Ardea. do
you love Vincent Farley?"
Her swift blush answered him ana
he did not wait for her word.
That settles is; you needn't saw n in
so many words. love you-love Won
as this man never will, never could
And with half his chance, I could IA "a
made you love me-"
Don't Tom! please don't" abe h..
8ed. trying to free her hand.
Il must. for this once; then wen cu,t
and go back to the former things. You
said while ago that was vindictiv...
III show you that am not. When tha
time comes Tor me to put my foot an
Vtnt Farleys neck. I'm goinR To sna 70
him for your sake. Then you,u kro,,
what 1t means to have a man. LOO"
Good-by: I'm coming over for a fsu.
minutes this evening IL you'll let n. ;.
CHAPTER XVIII
Brother Japheth had concluded .o,,,
business at the new foundry ana az
architect who was building the Ia.a'.
extension to the pipe-pit floor r,s
heading across the yard to consnlt ~,
young boss Pettigrass paused r,,.s
his foot In the stirrup to say, "Old TIL
Bryerson's on the rampage ag.in:
folks up at the valley head saw ha.,
a-loolIin' for you. Tom-Jen."
For me?" said Tom: then he lauph
ed easily. ~ don't owe him Anytime
and I'm not very hard to fnd. WHAT,
the matterf"
He thought II little singular at IN.
time that Japheth gave him a curiou,
look and mounted and rode away with
Out answering his question. But "a