Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1911-07-14
HALF A ROGUE
BY HAROLD MAC GRATH
Author OF The Man or the Box, Tho Puppet Crown, Hearts and Masks, Etc.
Copyright Hoobs-Aerrin Co, Indianapolis
By HAROLD MAC GRATH


rissy reeled. stumbled to the floor and
lay there. The others were on their
feet instantly.
stay where you are, John; ! don't
need any assistance. Now, McQuade,
I've got you where / want you" War
rington spoke with deadly calm now.
This carbon was found in your waste
basket and brought TO me. The girl
is where you cannot find her. There
are two courses open TO you"
What are they?" There was murder
in McQuade's heart, but there was rea-
son in his head. He saw exactly where
he stood. They had him.
"One is states prison; the other IS
a full retraction Of this base calumny.
Take your choice"
"Bolles?"
It's true, every damn word of IT,"
said BOlles ~venomOusly. Your janitor
in New York told me the facts. You
know they're true"
Bodies, / nearly killed you one night.
So help me, If you do not withdraw
that, III kin you here and now!" 1t
was the first time Bennington had
spoken.
'BoIles," said McQuade, did you sell
q lie to me?"
Bolles eyed Bennington, who had
Rt9AAtH w iIiG lDu Out Oh the way ana
was moving toward him. He saw
death on Bennington's face. Warning
ton again ~interposed, but John swept
him aside with ease.
We'll, there was a doctor and a
nurse there all night with them. But
she was in Warrington's rooms all
night. That seemed enough for me-"
Boiles put the table between him and
Bennington. He was genuinely afraid.
"
CHAPTER XXI.
Morrissy turned over and sat up.
rubbing his head. Presently he pulled
hlmself to his feet. He was dazed.
Recollection of what had happened re-
turned to him. This dude had knocked
him out.
You'll pay we'll for that" he said.
SIT down. It's only a marker for
What XII DO 10 o If you make an
other move. Now, McQuade, which is
it?"
Go ahead and write your letter." Nc
Quade snarled.
Warrington proceeded.
Now sign it," he said. Here, John,
take care of this carbon. Bolles. your
signature" Bolles scrawled a shaking
hand. Warrington put the paper in his
pocket. Bite, both Of you now, If you
dare"
I'm trouble you for that carbon"
said McQuade.
Hardly. But you have my word
or honor that it shall not be used
against you unless you force me. 1t
VIII repose In my deposit box at the
bank. But as for you, Morrissy. this
climate doesn't suit your abilities. The
neld is too small. Fake my advice and
Come, John"
When they were gone, Morrissy
turned saYagely upon McQuade.
i told you O were q fool"
Get out Of here, both of YOU"
McQuade dropped into his chair.
ono more alone. Morrissy was rignt,
he was a fool. The girl! He would
have liked her throat in his fingers
that moment, the sneaking, treacherous
baggage! Licked! But there was one
ray OF consolation. He knew something
about human nature. Bennington and
Warrington would drift apart after
this. Bennington had cleared I'D the
scandal, but he hadn't purged his heart
OF all doubt. There was some sat.s
faction in this knowledge. And War
rington would never enter the city han
as Herculaneum's mayor
.
By November John and his wife were
on the way to Italy.
You have all l have" said War
WI wien IHey Ddue MIN g0odby.
Il snail be very lonely without you. If
/ lose the election l shall go to Japan"
There's always Patty and the moth
err" sale John, smiling.
Yes. there's always Patty and her
mother. Goodby, and God bless you
both"
Mrs. Bennington and Patty lived as
usuai, TO all outward appearance. But
Patty was rarely seen In society, She
took her long rides in the afternoon /.
now, always alone, brooding. Her
young friends wondered, questioned /
then drifted away gradually. Poor little
Patty! No n had told her; the viper
had not been shaken from her nest.
Day after day she waited for the blow
to fall, for the tide of scandal to roll
over her and obliterate her.
Election day came round finally. and
a rare and beautiful day it was. War
rington voted early in the morning.
h voting was heavy throughout the
day.
Night came. 1t is the greatest spec
tacular night the American knows. The
noisy, ~good-natured crowds In the
streets, the 1ostling, snail-moving
crowds; the illuminated canvas sheets
In front OF the newspaper offices: the
blare of tin horns. the cries, the wells.
the hoots and hurrahs; the petty street
nights; the stalled surface cars: the
S"N"IAhS NoubiSS, lit HSWSDOyS w
ing their latest extras, men carving
execrable posters OF roosters. Hurrah!
hurrah. A fash goes over the canvas.
"t''ss.''s4s 4
In the 4th District
Donnelly COS
Warrington 302
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A roar that rose and died suddenly,
and a wailing of tin horns.