Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1911-04-21
ment. Retribution is the only certain
afr in this world"

ment. Retribution is the only certain
thing In this world"
'Oh. you're no worse than the aver
age man. But the average man Is jolly
bad" Bennington added gravely. But
you, Dick; I'm not worrying about you.
Perhaps the writer OF that letter sees
good in you that o can't see yourself;
good that is in you but Of which you
are unconscious. One thing, o have
never besmirched the talents God gave
you. Everything you have done has
been clean and understandable your
self"
~ wish I could believe that! But
I've had no ties, Jack, none. You can't
keep to a course without a compass.
The real good in life, the good that
makes life worth while. is the toll for
those you love. i love nobody, not even
myself. But this girl rather woke me
up. / began to look inward, as they
say So far I've not discovered much
good. I'd give a good deal TO meet this
writer"
Doubtless you will find her charm
ing"
Suddenly Warrington turned upon his
friend. But what / want to know Is,
what brought o around here this
time o. night? l never knew you to do
any IilIIl6 "llllObl a utlllllbC pNA PODN"
That's precisely What I've been
waiting for you to lead UP to. The
truth IS" Bennington hesitated. His
hand, idly trailing yer the desk, came
into contact with something smooth
and soft. 1t was a pair Of white Kid
gloves, a woman's. Absently he drew
them through his hand. He was only
half conscious of his action, and he did
not observe Warrington's sudden agi-
tation. The truth is, rye gone and
done it. I'm going to be married In
June, and / want you to be my best
man."
W~arrington's hand went out impul-
siyely.
"Oh, 1 felt It in my bones when your
card anne in" he said, r~e-arranging
the glasses. Lucky woman! Long life
to you, Jack, and long happiness!"
THANK you, Dick" Ceremonial re-
currence of drinking a healthy
Now, out with it. Who is she, and
all about herr"
Dick, I'm genuinely sorry, but Pm
still under bond Of silence"
More mysteries!" cried Warrington.
with evident discomfort.
Only Cor d week, when, Il you say,
Wen have breakfast here in these very
rooms"
Done. Only I must say you're a bit
nara on me Tonight.
Tn sorry"
Let me see; I'll describe her for you.
Beautiful, accomplished, an American"
Right you are. Why don't o get
married YOURSELF"
Bah! No, Jack, 1 doubt If l shall
ever be lucky enough to find the
mn I've been so busy that I've
never had time to hun for happiness"
Bennington wandered about, from
.nhjarf IN object Hero he nicRp1 nm a.
dagger, there a turquoise i the matrix,
and again some inlaid woGd from Sor-
reuto. From these his interest travelled
to and fingered yer some celebrated
autographs.
Happiness is a peculiar thing" went
ON the dramatist. rs it far less dis
tirgctive than fame or fortune, They
sometimes knock at your door, but
happiness steals in without warning,
and often leaves as mysteriousIy as 1t
comes"
Bennington's cigar had gone cat. He
leaned upon the desk and o hts fight
from The chimney.
Can't you bunk here for he might?
There's plenty of room," said War
Impossible, Dick. 1 leave at naSd-
night for horne. i must be there to-
morrow morning. I'm afraid of trouble
in the shops.
why the dersce don't you get rid Of
the shops?"
They're the handiwork OF my faith
er, and I'm proud 10 follow his steps,
BenningtDn's yes were no longer at
peace; they sparkled with defiance.
"Half-past tent" suddenly. 81 must be
going. My luggage is still at h hotel
bless you, DSck!"
Their hands met nee again.
you know, Jack that 1 love you best
OF all men,
"You are sure there is no woman?"
Warrington laughed easily. All, II
there was a woman! 1 expect to- be-
lonely some day"
Bennington put on his hat and gloves.
and Warrington followed him into the
hail. Once the prospective bridegroom
paused, as lie ne had left something I'M
said, but he seemed TO think the better
of silence and went on.
The door closed, and Warrington
went slowly back to- his desk, his mind
filled with pheasant recollections OF
youth.
1T is quite evident that you forgot
me- said the woman. a faint mirttfiess
smile, stirring her lips. 1T was very
close. In there, and i could hear Moth
ing" She placed a land on her fore
head, swayed, n closed her Eyes for
a second time:
you are fafRbr~ he cried. springing
towarIii her.
ct is nothing she replied, with a
repelling gestuge. John Bennington,
was ia not?"
Yes His s5es grew round with
wonderl
II was going TO keep 1t secret as long
as Il GOULD. but I see 1t Is useless He
is the man I have promised to Many"
Her voice had o singular quietness
Warrington retreated to his desk
bennington You are going TO-
marry Lohn Bennington" duly.
He, SAT- down abruptly and stared ait
her
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