Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

jealousy. He did not deny to himself
that he was Jealous and was not
ashamed of it SO long as it did not be.
tray him to any dishonor.
In June of the third year Of his con-
nection with Randall occurred the
trial of an important case. A pot Of
money was on the table, and the is
sues reached far beyond the visible
stake. Bryce had prepared carefully
and was confident of success.
Randall was defendant. The wit
first. They appeared upon the stand,
and every mothers son of them testi-
fed with an apparent perfect knowl-
edge Of what was to come from the
defense. The true inwardness of the
defense was Il profound secret. Yet
all these people had been carefully
coached to meet it. The father of lies
could not have inspired them with a
better story.
The case dragged through many
days, but in the earlier stages Bryce
was well ware that he had been be-
trayed. Apparently the leak must be
in his own Office, but he could not
trace it. He felt that he was beaten
and knew not how it had been done.
Randall was bitterly disappointed.
He gave up the case for lost and as
soon as his W testimony was in fed
to rural scenes, as was his custom
when in a bad mood. He and the
Lorings and Ballard Dillon went to
the Muskoka lakes. in the highlands
Of Ontario. Randall had some thought
of buying extensive property there and
building a summer residence.
Bryce was left to struggle with the
case and with the tortures of hopeless
love. In the afternoon Of the day be-
fore he was to make his argument he
came from the courtroom at the close
Of the session and crossed to a big
office building where there was a res
taurant. An acquaintance Joined him
at table.
did you know said this man in
the course Of a rambling conversation.
that Bally Dillon had an Office here?'
Bryce knew no reason why Dillon
should have an Office anywhere.
ION the fifth floor, No. $685." said
the a Il don't know what he does.
There's no name on the door. But I've
seen people going in
what sort of people?" asked Bryce.
ga tall, high nosed, lawyer looking
old chap and a stocky man with a
chin whisker."
"Is that so?' said Bryce, and he pur-
sued the subject no further.
When he had finished his luncheon
he went to the Office Of the agents of
the building. Harvey & Long. The
latter had been his classmate at col
lege.
Ballard Dillon has a room in this
building" said Bryce. 81 want to get
into it,"
mo such man here answered Long.
who's in 52S?'
"Gentleman of the name of Robin
SON."
Take me down there. Get the
keys"
Long stared at him and then took a
pass key from Il rack.
Room 52S was furnished in a style
of arid simplicity. There We're two
chairs and a desk. Bryce took up n
of the chairs and broke the desks lock.
You may have me arrested for this
tomorrow, Jimmie said he, but don't
bother me now"
He searched the desk, made up a
package of papers, chiefly memoranda
in pencil, and turned to Long. who
was fluttering about in a high fever.
"Sit down." said Bryce. 'In tell
you a story"
The story served it's purpose and re-
duced Long to a state of reasonable
calm.
Three days later. about sunset,
Bryce landed from a steamer on the
Musloka lakes at the pier of the hotel
called the Cliff. There was an I'M
usual number of people on the pier
for so early in the season. Obviously
the Cliff had made a better start than
its competitor.
In the steep path which led to the
hotel Bryce met Amy Loring. and de-
spite the dusk he saw at once that she
was changed. Her habitual manner
had been somewhat grave. 1t was
now all sprightlinesS and tue thrill Of
joyous life. She walked like a wood
nymph under the great arch of trees.
and there was magic in her glance.
Bryce, on the contrary, was depress-
ed by his errand. which burdened him
with the most serious questions of
duty. He felt the gloom that was upon
him and was not surprised that Amy
should mistake its cause.
You have lost the suit said she
ard would have proceeded to make
light of it. but he interrupted her.
ION the contrary" said he, II have
won. l went crazy on the last day
and made q speech which was a Won
drous triumph Of rhetoric over law
and common sense. Sympathetic in
sanity seized upon the jury, and they
decided in my favor. Where is Mr..
PandauSO