The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-02-15
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Copyright, Bobbs-Merrill Company

copyright, Bobbs-Merrill Company
Phil had stood shamefaced. AT the
tone, however, which seemed an earn
.est of renewed favor, he flushed with
relief. 1--we just come" he answered
fin a friends motor, and ! must go
back at once. But I'll come up again
by train tomorrow, if you like me to-
Every WE'LL" was Wares reply. 1--WE
will wait till then for our talk. I'll
come and see you Off" Neither of the
sothers caught the tense repression in
the tone or realized that his smile
was forced and unnatural as he
added: Eve must put a ban on late
hours, Barbara, if you are to climb
Manhattan tomorrow"
She went to the door, her thoughts
in a tumult, wild exhilaration pos
.sessing her. She wanted to laugh and
to cry. The black, cold mist that had
enveloped her had broken, and the
warm sunlight was looking again in
j to her heart.
Good night, Phil" she said. Thank
you so much for-for bringing me the
locket. You can't guess how much it
meant to met"
AS the silk drapery fell behind her,
the self control dropped from austen
Wares face and hell of hatred
sprang into it. Chance had given Phil
the one card that spelled disaster,
and chance had prompted him to play
it. In Barbara's mind Daunt stood
absolved. He saw the castle he had
been building tottering to its fall. He
turned on his brother countenance
convulsed with fury of passion from
which Phil shrank startled.
Come" he said in muffled voice.
eve can't talk here" He led the way
through the hall and across the foot
bridge to the hillside, gloomy now,
for the incandescent in the trees had
been extinguished.
Phil followed, his face gone white.
A rack stood at the outer door and his
fingers, slipping along it as he passed,
closed on riding crop.
On the shrubberied slope Ware
turned. One twitching hand dropped
on his brothers shoulder; the other
pointed down the path.
60, damn you'll" he said, "and new
,er show your face to me again! Not
one cent shall you have from me-!
Now nor hereafter have taken care
of that"
Phil lifted the crop and struck him
across the head-two savage, heavy
blows. Ware staggered and fell back,
ward down the steep declivity, his
weight crashing through the bushes
with a dull, sickening sound.
There was silence in which Phil
did not breathe. The stare seemed
suddenly very bright. From an open
window came woman's shrill, care.
less laugh, threading the hushed roar
of the water below. The lighted shoji
across the river seemed to be drift
ing nearer. He could see the glow
of a forge in a native smithy, like
an angry, red-lidded eye. The crop
fell from his grasp. He leaned over
staring into the dark.
"Austen!" he whispered hoarsely
'Austen!"
There was no response. AS he gazed
fearfully into the shadow, the rising
moon, peeping through a bank OF
clouds deluged the landscape with a
misty gosamer. The light fell on the
photograph. Phil recoiled, for its
long metal trumpet seemed rigid
arm stretched to seize him. With a
low cry he turned and fed.
He skirted the hill to the hotel
stables, where Bersonins huge motor
car stood silent. The Japanese chauf'
feur was curled up in the tonneau
fast asleep.
Five minutes later Barbara heard
the throb of the great mechanism