The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1911-09-03
with him, Sorry the matter took such

d grave turn
Kemp Wardlaw gained the street
with head abused and heart full of
contrition. Nan-poor, brave little Nan,
He saw it all now. 1t was the only
way. And he bad been so brutal to
her. He returned to the fiat
No; Miss Middleton had never come
back. But the fiat was hers for the
remainder of six months lease. paid
up, SO they weren't worrying about
her.
But he was. Had she left any ad-
dress for the forwarding of her letters ?
None that the janitor knew of Her
things were still in the fat They
would be called for some day or other.
To haunt the fat daily was his only
hope.
Three months passed when the sight
of big red van in front of the apart
ment house made him quicken his
steps. The van man was just coming
out with desk on his shoulders that
he knew had been Chauncey's. where
are you taking those things?" he
asked, stopping close to the van. The
man glared. Where I'm ordered to
take them" Kemp Wardlaw laughed.
fright you are, my friend to sit down
on me; but, say I'm hard up. ! want
a job. Take me on as assistant for the
day, can't you? I've got the strength
of a horse"
THAT so? Then step inside and
bring down that brass bedstead. The
amateur van man stepped inside and
returned with the brass bed.
The van man laughed. fright you
are, You're worth your feed. Go on
the job. I'm behind time and want
help of the right sort"
The little fiat was empty. All of the
belongings that the Middleton name
was attached to were in the van. The
van man, with Wardlaw by his side,
put his big Conestoga horses in mo-
ton They reached their destination.
Kemp sprang lightly to the ground.
what shall l take up firstT'
"Them rugs. She'll want them
spread before the other things are
placed" Nan. standing in the middle
Of the bare new room, turned as a
man staggered in under a roll of rugs
that quite hid his head from sight.
He flung his burden down at her feet
and Strengthened himself up with a
laugh OF triumph.
"Well, Nan, here | am. Cleopatra
managed better. She had herself car
ried In in the roll of carpeting, have
heard. | had to tote mine in. Little
girl, did you think you could hide from
me always?"
White and wordless she stood rooted
to the spot. He held out his hands
to her entreatingly. mot word of
welcome for me. Nanf"
"Why did you come2' she said slow
~, as If with difficulty.
$40 abase myself before you-to
tell you that / am cad; that might
have known better; | might have
trusted YOU"
she pressed her hands to her breast.
Eyes, you might have trusted me-"
'And you might have told me-
"Told you what?'
"That' poor old Chauncey was not
on the payroll; that what you made
was all you had for him and you:
that You did what paid best"
Eyes, 1t paid. | did not want him
to know. 1t would have killed him
quicker to know that | was working
for our daily bread"
"And / poisoned 1t for you. Nan,
Nan, you might have trusted me-
The van man staggered into the
room loaded heavily and scowling:
Say, you fellow, that was in need
OF job, what sort of help you CIV
ing meT'
"This sort" Kemp laughed happily
and drew out his pocketbook.
'T'm going to throw up my job, my
friend wanted this lady's address
and you wouldn't give 1t to me-"
IL was acting under orders from the
1anitor, sir"
"Oh, It's all right. The next time
you want somebody to handle brass