The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1911-05-18

We'll. ! won't be too hard on yol
thar way. either Well talk that owe
later on. Maybe we can arrange 70
you to pay it little at time. Yol
can sign a paper shown that you ow,
IL. and well fix the payin' TO suit al
hands. 'Tain't as II the child was IL
want I've got some money Of my
own. and what's mines hers. ] thinl
we needn't worry about the money
part"
God bless you. Cyrus! r.
'Yes, all right. I'm sure your askin
for the blessin' II be a great help
Now, you do your part and III do
mine No one knows OF this business
bur me. | didn't tell Everdean a
word He don't know why hustled
ont there and back nor why | asked
so many questions. And he amt the
| kind 10 pry into what don't concern
him. So you're pretty safe. | cal'late.
Now. If you don't mind, | wish you'd
run along home. Pm-Im used up,
sort Of"
Mr. Atkins arose from his knees.
Even then. broken as be was-he looked
ten years older than when he entered
the room--he could hardly believe
what he had Just heard.
You mean" he faltered-'Cyrus. do
you mean that-that you're not going
to reveal this-this"-
THAT I'm not goin' to tell on you?
Yup; that's what | mean. You get
rid OF Thomas and squelch that law
case and I'll keep mum. You can
trust me for that"
home? Your story in the Breeze?
You're not
mo; they needn't know, either. tn
be between you and me-"
"God bless you! I'll never forget
That's right. You mustn't Forget
tin is the one thing you mustn't do.
And. see here. you're boss of the politi-
cal feet in Bayport; you steer the
school committee now. Phoebe Dawes
amt too popular with that committee.
I'd see that she was popularized."
Yes, yes: she shall be. She shall
else can dor
"Why, yes, | guess there is. Speakin'
OF popularity made me think of It
That harbor appropriation had better
go through"
A very faint tinge of color came into
the congressman's chalky face. He
hesitated in his reply.
81 don't know about that, Cyrus"
he said. ''The bill will probably be
voted on in few days. 1t is made up
and
Then I'd strain a pint and make it
over. I'd work real hard on it. I'm
sorry about that sugar river, but / call
late Bayport II have to come first
Yes. it'll have to, Heman; ii sartin
will"
The reference to the sugar river"
was the final straw. Evidently this
man knew everything.
"l-I1l try my best" affirmed He
man. THANK you. Cyrus. You have
been more merciful than had a right
10 expect"
Yes, | guess have. Why do / do
IL" He smiled and shook his head.
We'll. | don't know For two reasons
I'd hate to be responsible
'or tippin' over such sky towerin'
dol as you've been to make ruins for
Angie Phinney and the other black
birds to peck at and cav over. and.
it does sound presumin'.
lon't It? But | kind of pity you. Say,
Ieman." he added. with a chuckle,
that's kind of distinction in way,
lint It? A good many folks have
over you and worshiped you.
some of 'em. guess likely, have en-
led you; but by the big dipper. | do
elieve I'm the only one in this round
world that ever pitied you! Goodby!
he elevators right down the hall"
1t required some resolution for the
honorable Atkins to walk down that
orridor and press the elevator button
Tut he did il somehow. A guest came
ut of one of the rooms and approach
d him as he stood there. 1t was a
ian he knew. Heman squared his
houlders and set every nerve and
luscle.
Good evening. Mr. Atkins" said the
ian. "A miserable night, isn't it?'
Miserable. indeed" replied the con- I
ressman. The strength In his voice
him. The man passed on.
Ieman descended in the elevator and
alked steadily through the crowded
'bby and out to the curb. where his
ib was waiting. The driver noticed
othing strange In his fares appear
nee. He noticed nothing strange :
hen the Atkins residence was reach :
and its tenant mounted the stone ]
cps and opened the door with his !
tchkey. But II he had seen the dig J
fed form collapse In library chair
Id moan and rock back and forth J
ltil the morning hours he would have
very much indeed J
Meanwhile Captain Cy. coughing I
Id shiyering by the radiator. had !
zen summoned from that warm ha-
N by knock at his door. A bell !
~ stood at the threshold. holding a
own envelope in his hand. !
The clerk sent this up to you, SIR"
, said. ut came week ago. When !
u went away you didn't leave any