Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1911-07-21


for him to stop the car. But her sin
gle hearted devotion was not TO be so
easily thwarted. 1t had not occurred
to him that he might drive TO War
trace Hall and return in time 10 set
the legal machinery in motion to stop
the frauds. So when he leaned for
ward it was not to throw the electric
switch, rs she feared it was merely
to adjust the wind shield SO that the
blast Of the speed rush would not blow
them both GREATNESS.
For fifteen miles north of the capt.
tai the Quaretaro road is a straight
away race track, and Miss Anners
proved herself fearless driver. AL
most before Blount realized 1t the
rcd car was among the hills and climb
ing to the mesa levels. At ShonOhO
canyon they passed horseman com
ing down the canyon road. The mans
horse SHE'D at sight Of the car and
threatened to bolt. but Patricia was
looking straight ahead and made no
movement to slacken speed. In the
passing glimpse Blount thought he
recognized the rider 1t was the man
Barto or his double.
BY the time the little car was flying
up the cottonwood sentineled avenue
at Wartrace Hall Patricia had bro
ken record. The thirty miles from
the capital had been covered In forty
two minutes.
When she brought the car to a stand
at the carriage entrance the young wo-
man spoke for the first time since
she had given David Blounts son her
ultimatum
Find your father quickly and say
what it is right to say. When you are
ready TO go back I'll keep my promise
and drive you"
1t was old Barnabas who admitted
the bearer of evil tidings. "Yas. sab;
Marstah Majah's in de library" was
the answer to Blount's question. And,
throwing coat and hat aside. the bear
er Of burdens not his own walked
quickly across the hall and let himself
into the room Of trial
well. son. you made out to get
here, didn't you?" said the father
quietly. pushing n book aside. Draw
up chair Where is the little girl:"
BlOunt saw instantly that he must
be brief and pitiless.
Miss Anners Is Mt the carriage en-
trance In the car. waiting to take me
back to town." he said. constraining
himself to speak calmly. Il have an
appointment with Judge Hemingway
which must be kept, and he leaves his
chambers Mt 4 o'clock. DO you know
why have made that appointment"
The senator shook his head slowly.
How should l know, son:'
ITS not pleasant thing to have to
tell you." the younger man went on,
ignoring the chair to which the long
stemmed pipe was pointing. But Pa
tricia says l must A little over an
hour ago evldence-legal evidence-of
corruption and false registration In
four Of the city wards was put into
my hands. You know what I've got
TO do with 1t, father"
The older man nodded. Yes, j
know what you think you've got to do
with It. But I wouldn't do 1t If were
you. son. Haven't you learned that
one OF the iirst rules in the book of
politics IS not TO hang the dirty clothes
out where everybody can see themi"
Evans heart sank within him. It
was evident that his father was still
unsuspecting. still unconscious Of the
impending blow. Only utter frankness
could avail now.
Il can't discuss expcdicncy with
You" he said hastily. This evidence
speak % involves you personally.
There IS trouble ahead. serious trou-
tie. and YOU don't seem to realize 1t.
The city papers will be out in the
morning publishing evidence OF other
crooked political work-evidence which
] have been gathering here and there
all over the state and which was
stolen when my safe was blown up
last week. did not intend to publish
It II ! could help 1t. ! was holding 1t
over my own people rs club to make
then decent and 10 keep them decent.