Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1910-12-30

-Ano, or course. ne wouldn't let you
have It for any such wretched pur-
pose!" she famed out.
mo, you are mistaken; it's just the
other way around. / told him what II
was for. hoping rather vaguely. think.
that he'd sit on me and make the crime
impossible. But he didn't. He took
the trouble to try to explain away my
scruples; made 1t seem quite a virtu-
Gus thing before he got through. You
wouldn't believe 1t now, would you?"
But, Toni you didn't take the mon
ey?"
How could refuse so good man?
Norman is on his way to Pennsylvania
at this present moment, with letter OF
credit in his pocket big enough to make
the mouth of even a professional graft
er water. At least, hope it Is big
enough"
She was hurt, shocked, Mortified. and
he knew 1t and found pleasure of GER
tain sort in the knowledge. When a
man has done violence to his own best
impulses, the thing that somes nearest
to the holy Joy of penitence Is the uus
holy Joy Of making somebody else sor-
ry for him. There were unmistakable
tears in her voice when she said:
TON, why have you told me this
this unspeakable thing?"
'Why-I guess 1t was because I
wanted to ask you how you supposed
the Mr.. Henniker kind of men square
such things with their conscience; or
don't they have any conscience"
What can l say to help you, Tom?
I would do anything that true friend
may bel"
There might have been a thing; but
you have made 1t impossible. No, don't
freeze me again-it's the last time. II
could have won your love
but what is the use of trying to put 1t
In words; you know-you have always
known And now It is too late"
For {, single instant Vincent Fariey's
chance of marrying the Deer Trace coal
lands trembled in the balance. Ardea
forgot him, forgot Nan, thought Of
nothing but the passionate yearnins
| that was drawing her like gripping
| hands toward the man who had barred
his inmost heart to her.
1T Is not too late for you to be a
man. noble. upright, honorable. Let the
| world find that for which It Is looking
my friend-my brother: the strong man
armed who can stand where others
| faint and fall. Oh. 1 wish l knew how
| to say the word that would make you
the man you were meant to bel"
When 1t was said. she was gone and
| the sound of the closing door was In
II - 49,, 81 rd
| slowly down the driveway and out on
the white pike, lying like a snowy rib
bon under the Decemt/r Stars. On the
| highway he hung undecided for mo-
ment; but an hour later. William
Layne, driving homeward from South
| Tredegar, overlook him plodding slow
| ly southwark far beyond the head 81
Paradise and 1t was nearing midnight
when he won back. pacing steadily past
| the Deer Trace and Woodlawn gates
| and holding his way down the pike &c
| Gordonia-
| The railway station was his goal;
and when he had aroused the sleepy
| night operator and gained admittancc
he sat at the telegraph table to write
a message, 1t was to Norman. ad-
| the breakfast stop.
| Cancel Penns ylvania date and come
in at once to take managership oil
| plant" was the wording Of 1t; and Al
the breakfast tai lie the following mo n
| ing Tom announced his intention Vi
leaving the indr strial plow in the fir-
row while he should go to Boston to
complete his course in the technical
| school
Ito be continued.)