Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-12-19

the bright color was gone from her
cheeks; the old mask of despair had
reformed She needed no further en-
lightenment.
"Are you going back there?" she
asked.
eyes, dear; I must. Mr.. Mortimer
will go with me-"
"And II"
''No, heart o. mine; you've got to
stay here"
eff you do not take me with you,
you will not find me here when you re-
turn"
"My child" began Mortimer sooth-
ingly, "you must not talk like that
There will be danger"
'Then notify the police, and let the
danger rest upon their shoulders" she
said, her jaws set squarely.
81 can't call in the police" replied
George, miserable
''Shall l tell you why?"
Dearest, can't you understand that
it is you l am thinking of?'
1T am determined. If I do not go
with you, you shall never see me
again. My mother is there!"
Tragedy. Mrs. Mortimer stretched
out a hand, but the girl did not see
1t. Her mother; her own flesh and
blood! Oh, the poor child!
Come, them" said George, in de-
spair. "But you are hurting me, For
tune"
Forgive me, but I must go with
you. l must!"
Get me the revolvers, Mr.. Morti-
mer Well wait for Wadsworth
Will you please telephone him? I'm
afraid l couldn't talk steadily enough.
Explain nothing save that it concerns
his bank"
George sat down. Not during those
early days of the journey across the
desert had he felt so pitiahly weak
and inefficient.
Fortune paced the room, her arms
folded tightly across her breast.
Strange. there was neither fear nor
pain in her heart, only wild wrath.
When Mortimer returned from the
telephone, saying that Wadsworth
would be right over, he asked George
to explain fully what was going on.
It was rather a long story. George
managed to get through it with CO.
herency Understandable, but no more.
George inspected the revolvers care
fully to see if they were loaded.
The bell rang, and Arthur WaGs-
ynrtI ~, h
George did not. He drew his interest
as it fell due and deposited it in ar
other bank. That was the extent vi
| his relations with Arthur Wadsworth
president of the Northumberland
Bank of New York.
Arthur was small, thin, blond like
his brother, but the hair was SO light
| upon the top Of his head that he gave
enc the impression that he was bald.
| His eyes looked out from behind half
shut lids; his cheeks were cadaver
| Gus; his pale lips met in straight
| unpleasant line. There was not thf
| slightest resemblance between the
two brothers, either in their bodies
or in their souls George recognized
| this fact Immediately. He disliked the
man instinctively, just as he could
not help admiring his rogue of a
brother
81 want you to go with me to my
house at once" began George.
| "Please explain"
George disliked the voice even more
than the man himself. Everything
will be explained there" he replied.
"This is very unusual" the banker
complained.
you will find it so. Come. .
George moved toward the hall, the re-
volvers in his coat-pocket.
"But insist
"Mr. Wadsworth, everything will
be fully explained to you the moment
you enter my house. More l shall not
tell you. You are at liberty to return
home"
''It concerns the bank?" The voice
had something human in 1t now; a
note of affection.
Arthur Wadsworth loved the bank
as a man loves his sweetheart, but
more explicitly, as a miser loves the
| hoard hidden in the stocking.
cit concerns the bank?" he repeat
ed, torn by doubt.
| George shrugged. LET US be go
ing"
eeWill it be necessary to call in the
police?"
mo"
|T suppose, them" said Wadsworth
bitterly, wondering, too, over the
strange animosity of this young man
he did not know-'I suppose I must
do just as you say?"
Absolutely" Georges teeth came
together with a click.