The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-01-07

Nonsense: Willis is fine fellow.
He loves you, and he is the best bust
ness man for his years I have ever
known. If it were not for this foolish
boy and girl affair you would return
his love. He suits me, and-well,
have put my foot down, SO there's an
end Of it."
do you intend to force me to marry
himT
Mr.. wayland recognized the danger
signal.
absurd! Take all the time you
wish. You'll como around all right.
That reprobate you were engaged to
defled me and defended that woman"
He told Of his stormy interview with
Boyd. concluding: 1T is fortunate we
found him out, Mildred. have guarded
you all my life. have lavished every
thing money could buy upon you.
have built up the greatest fortune in
planned that he had excused himself
from his guests to go whittier his In
clination led him and drew his seat
close to Mildred, rejoicing in the fact
that no one could gainsay him this
privilege. Moreover, he had won the
unfalter1ng loyalty of Wayne Way
land, the dominant figure of the west.
Nothing could keep him now from the
success his ambition demanded.
His complainant enjoyment was in
"terrupted at last by the approach Of
the second officer, who announced that
a lady wished to see Mr.. Wayland.
"A LADY," asked the old man in sur
prise.
Eyes, sir. She came alongside in a
small boat just now with some natives.
I stopped her at the landing, but she
says she must see you at once"
"Ah, that woman again. Mr.. Way
lands Jaws snapped. "Teu her to be-
gone. I refuse to see her."
Every well, SIR" The mate turned,
but Mildred said suddenly:
Waltz Why don't you talk to her.
father?'
"That creature? I have nothing to
say to her."
Mildred leaned forward and called to
the ships officer: "Show her. up. I will
see her."
mildred, you mustn't talk to that
woman!' her father cried.
1T is very unwise," Marsh chimed in
apprehensively. "She isn't the sort of
person.
Miss Wayland chilled him with a
look and waved the mate away, then
sank back into her chair.
II have talked with her already. I
assure you she is not dangerous
Willis Marsh squirmed uncomforta-
bly, in his seat. He fixed his eyes upon
the knot of men at the starboard rail.
Then, with a sharp indrawing of his
breath, he leaped up and darted down
the deck.
Over the side had come Cherry Ma
lotte. accompanied by an Indian girl
In shawl and moccasins- slim,
shrinking creature who stood as If be-
w1ldered, twisting her hands and star
ing about with frightened eyes. Be-
hind them, head and. shoulders above
the sailors, lowered a giant copper
hued breed with a child in his. arms. .
;. They saw that: Marsh was speaking
to the newcomers, but could not dis
tingutsh his words. The Indian girl
fell back as If terrified. She cried out
something in her own tongue, shook
her head: violently and pointed to her
white companion: Marsh's face was
uvid; he shook a quivering hand in
Cherry Malotte's face. It seemed ais
If he would strike her, but Constan-
tine strobe between them, scowling ST.
lently down into the smaller mans
face, his own visage saturnine and
menacing. Marsh retreated a step,
chattering exc1tedly. Then Cherry's
voice came clearly to the listeners: ::
ut is too late now, Mr.. Marsh. You
may as well face the music"
Followed by the stares of the sailors,
she came up the deck toward the old
man and his daughter. who had
arisen, the Indian girl cl1nging to her
sleeve, the tall breed striding noise
lessly behind. Willis Marsh came with
them, his white lips writing, his face
like putty. He made futile OBTAINING
grasps at Constantine, and in the 81
lence that suddenly descended upon
the ship they heard him whispering.
what is the meaning of this?" de-
manded Mr. Wayland.
II heard you were about to sail, so I
came out to see you before
Marsh broke in hoarsely: "She's a
bad woman! She has come here for
blackma1lw.
"Blackmail!" cried Wayne Wayland.
II thought as much!'
That's her game. She wants
money!
Cherry shrugged her shoulders and
showed her white teeth in smile.
''Mr. Marsh anticipates slightly.
You may judge If he is right"
Marsh started to speak, but Mildred
Wayland, who had been watching him
1ntently, was before him.
"Who sent you here, miss?''