The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-02-27
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HENRY RUSSELM
Copyright, Isas. The Bohhs Msreiu Comppay

nothing you are aware OF, at
lleast-to lead you to believe your
proposal distasteful to me. But
really l must decline. OF course,
! quite understand it would be
useless for me to try to dissuade
lyou from attacking Mr.. McAdoo
unfairly, although it might be
more to your credit to cease" She
spoke indifferently.
Sanger rested his folded arms
on the table and loked at her
steadily. When he answered.
there was an edge to his voice she
had never heard before.
"You5re quite correct. If 1t
takes twenty years, l intend to q,
crush that man. Whatever means
are necessary | shall use. The end
justifies them. But that is neither
here nor there. l give you the
chance to better both yourself
and the man you love. / hope you
won't be SO foolish as to refuse
L it,
Let us drop the discussion.
please"
He rose.
"Tll say no more about it, but
don't consider the matter set
tied. This is Friday, the election
is Tuesday. That is a short time,
but not too short. l leave it to
your own common esnse. If by
Monday afternoon Remington
comes to me and subscirbes to the
interview l shall dictate, you'll not
/ find me ungrateful."
Left alone, Eleanor went up to
her sitting-room. She threw her.
self on a couch in profound dis
gust.
and that man is my brother.
He's a thousand times more re-
lentless than-than the other. And
the shameful part of it is" she
cried in bitter self-accusation,
that two weeks ago his offer
would have tempted me. No Won
der he hates u.s.
When Sanger reached his office
he telephoned to Paul, asking him
to call on him at some conven-
II lent time. Paul, who had eagerly
perused the mornings stock mar
ket reports appeared with exem-
lplary promptness. Sanger met
him pleasantly.
Il merely wanted the pleasure
of giving you this myself" And
he handed Paul a check.
Paul took it and stared at it, as
though fascinated. Then his face
broke/ into boyish, gleeful
smile.
"Mr. Sanger" he laughed, this
| is the finest bit of literature ever
written. You can't know what it
means to me-"
''What will you do with it?"
Sanger queried with smiling Curl
osity.
Paul waved the check gaily
through the air. 80, man, don't
ask me. My minds all a tumble,
like youngsters the night before
Christmas. But, he added, sud-
denly becoming earnest, 81 mustn't
forget l owe it to you. Mr.. Sang
er, it has been mighty generous of
you. l don't know how to thank
you. / can never repay YOU
Nonsense! 1 charged you in
terest for the margin money. You
owe me nothing-but a box of
cigars" He pushed box across
! the desk toward Paul. Here's the
brand l smoke. Try one"
He chose a cigar for himself and
pointed it peremptorily at Paul.
Now sit down. Put that check
in your pocket and out of your
mind. The transaction is closed,
absolutely and for ever, as be-
tween us-always excepting that
box of cigars. You're worth so
many dollars, thanks to your tip
from drunken Brown. You will
find matches over there" He
leeaed to light his cigar from
Paurs match. When both cigars
were drawing nicely, Sanger sank
back in his chair and for the third
time took Paul into the high
mountain.
Continued Tomorrow