The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-06-29

fout the letters distinctly. ne scarceYy
reached h final line when he spun
round. his face mobile with eagerness.
Where did his come ONT
lnairectly, out Of McQuade's waste
"Morrissy and McQuade: both o..
Ice, Dick
But II cannot be used, John. That
saastso Nc
political dreams. with that carbon
sheet ! could pile Zip q big majority;
without 1t I shall be defeated. But
don't let that bother you.
"McQuade!o John slowly extended
his arms and closed his fingers so
tightly that his whole body trembled.
An arm inside those fingers would have
saspped Ike . pipe STEM .McQuadet
Damn hint"
Don't injure those letters. When my
name was suggested by Senator Hen
derson as a possible candidate, Nc
Quade at once set about to see how
ne could fnjure my chances. He was
afraid Of me An honest man, young,
NN NAAAA,
tached, was q menac to the success of
his party. that is to say, his hold on
the city government. Among his
henchmen was q man named Bolles."
All" grimly.
HI sent this man to New York tc
look up my past. In order to earn
his money he brought back this lie,
which is half q truth. Whether Nc
Quade believes 1t or not Is OF no mat
ter: It serves his purpose. Now.
John made no reply. with his hands
zone still ~clutching the letters behind
his back, he walked the length Of the
room and returned.
viii you take my word, which you
have always found loyal, or the word
bic clsieS ~,
John put out his hand. 5---74
You're q good mar, Dick. Dissipa-
ton is sometimes a crucible that sep
crates the gold from the baser metals.
1t has done that to you. You are q
good man, an honorable man. In COM
ing to me like this you have shown
yourself to be courageous as well.
Ihere was a momen when the sight
Of you filed my heart with murder.
II was the night after ! received that
letter. I've been watching you, watch
ing, watching. Well. / would stake my
chance of eternity on your honesty. I
take your word; I should have taken
It, had you nothing to proye your case.
That night l ran into Bolles.
Well, he uttered q vile insult, n / all
but throttled him.
Not every man would be so good
about it, John. What shall we do
about McQuade?"
Il was about to q that / shall see
McQuade within an hour" in a tone
that did not promise well for Nc
Quade.
Wait a day or two, John. If you
meet him now, ! believe you viii do
enough trouble, God knows"
But not to meet him! Not to cram
this paper down his vile throat! / had
not considered that sacrifice. And /
can not touch him by law, either"
But you car silence him effectu-
ally. This business will end right here"
You are right" said John with re-
luctance. III l met him In this rage,
l should probably kill him"
Let us go and pay him a visit to-
Il can manage to keep in between
YOU"
''That's better. Wen go together"
And John went for his hat. Then he
ran upstairs quickly. There was a lov-
ing heart up there that ached and he
alone could soothe it.
And then the two men left the
house. As they strobe down the
street, side by side, step by step. their
thoughts We're as separate as the two
poles. To the one his wife was still his
wife, in all the word implied; to the
other there was only a long stretch Of
years that he must pass through alone.
alone,-not even the man al his side
would ever be quite the same to him.
nor his wife. Their was a shadow; it
would always walk between them.
Remember, Dick, Patty must never
know anything of this. Nothing must
come between her and my wife"
Il shall say nothing to any one,
John" WHO had written to Patty?
1t took them a quarter of an hour to
reach McQuade's office. Unfortunately
for that gentleman, he was still in his
office, and alone. The new typewriter
and the two clerks nae gone. He was
still wondering why Osborne's niece
had resigned SO unexpectedly. Prob
ably she was going to get married.
They always did when they had saved
a penny or two. He laughed. He had
been careless now and then, but what.
ever she might have picked up in the
way OF business or political secrets
could not profit her. Boss McQuade
felt secure. Warrington was as good
as beaten. lie had had his long-de-
layed revenge on the man who had
turned him out of doors.
1t was dark outside by this time and
he turned on the drop-light over his
desk. He heard the door open and shut.
but this was not unusual: so he went
on with his writing.
We'll, what's wanted2' he called
folding his letter. but not yet turning
his head.
CONTINUED Next Week,
The Las Straw.
From Sidney Bulletin.
Old Money tdying)-I'm afraid I've