The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-04-23

HdShyS IAOlC NClc ugly
tales about his financial dealings; but
his whole heart went out unreserved-
ly to the girl.
When Darlington had gone to Cave
naugh, his heart in his throat, to speak
to him relative to his daughters hand,
he unwittingly knocked OFF the top of
volcano.
Marry my daughter" Cavenaugh
roared, emphasizing his wrath and
disapproval with bang of fist upon
palm. my daughter shall marry only
among her equals, not among her In
feriors. A king is not good enough
for my Kate" There was another
bang of the fist. decided and final "A
lawyer? Not If l know myself.
wouldn't trust a lawyer out of sight"
bluntly. Kate shall marry duke or
a prince, if can find one suitable"
Darlington would have smiled had
the moment been less serious.
No man can possibly appreciate
her worth more readily than |, sir"
Love-" with snort. "Twaddle
out of story-books!"
But you yourself love her"
I'm her father" .Cavenaugh re-
turned complacently, adding gesture
which had the effect of describing the
fact that 1t was perfectly logical for
father to love his daughter, but that
1t wasn't logical at all for any other
male biped to love her.
Il am sorry" said the disheartened
sutton, rising. Il suppose that after
this unpleasant interview"
"Oh, you're decent Sort" interrupt.
ed Cavenaugh generously; land if you
are of a mind to behave yourself here
AFTER you will always find chair at
my table. But my daughter is not for
you, sir, emphatically not. That is all.
SIR" and Cavenaugh picked up his
evening paper.
After such rebuff. roost young men
never gave up till there was no posi-
bility Of winning. Immediately after
the interview he went to the higher
court with his appeal.
Let us have patience" the girl
whispered. I'll undertake to bring
him to reason"
But Darlington went home that
night without his love for the father
increasing any.
And so the matter stood at the pres
ent time. The affair had gone Meth
or forward nor backward.
All uoro bo loco bopoc< h1u, an ei1N
he could bring the old curmudgeon to
terms! There was that in his pocket
which would open the way to the altar
quickly enough. But Darlington was
manly and honest to the core, and to
him blackmail stood among the basest
of crimes. Many times during the past
48 hours the tempter had whispered
In his ear that here was a way out
of his difficulties; but the young man
had listened unmoved
During the summer and autumn
months of the year the Cavenaughs
lived at their country place over in
| New Jersey, and there Darlington
spent the week-ends. There were
horses to ride, golf and tennis, and a
Saturday night dance at the Country
club. To be with the girl you love,
| even II you can't have her, is some
compensation. Cavenaugh never joined
the fetes and sports of the summer
colonists, but he offered no objections
to the feminine members of his house
hold for selecting Darlington as their
| escort for the week-ends. Indeed, by
now he began to consider Darlington
as harmless, sensible, well-groomed
young man, who relieved him of all
the painful duties to the frivolous II
the colonists insisted on coupling his
daughters name with Clearinghouse, let
them do so; when the proper moment
came he would disillusionize them.
For himself, he always had some good
old crony down to while away the dull
Sundays; and together they consum-
mated plans that gave the coup de
grace to many noble business gal
leon. This particular summer there
We're no dukes or princes floating
around unattached and Cavenaugh
agreed that ii was commendable
time to lay devicer by which to am
bush the winter money.
| There were nights when Cavenaugh
did not sleep very we'll; but of this,
more anon.
| Shortly after his determination to
tell Kate half truth, Darlington left
the Office and made an early train into
New Jersey. All the way over to the
Cavenaugh station he was restless and
! uneasy. The fatal papers still repose,l
/ in his pocket. He had not dared to
leave them in the Office safe; his part
ner, who had had no hand in the in
vestigation, might stumble across
them, and that was the last thing in
the world he desired. He knew not
exactly what to do with them: for
they burned like fire in his pocket,
and seemed to scorch his fingers
whenever he touched them to learn
If they were still there A thousand
and one absurd suppositions assailed
him. Surprising, for instance, there
should be a wreck; supposing he