Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-11-08
By Melville Dapisson Posi-
Copyright by Edward J. Clode

You will learn that little further
on, she said. Then the dominant
quallty IN her, in her father. in every
Garnett, came imperiously forward !:
begln now, Courtlandt. please: 1 am
listening 49,
began then with what willing spir.
1t | could summon.
Margaret Garrett listened closely
putting now and then a query and
glanclng now and then at the man
VINO sat applauding in that first chair
Oh the ntth row, as though to establish
somehow, relation there with tbis
mania of Randolph Mason. It was evi-
dent that | was telling her nothing
that she had not already heard
I am almost wishing, Courtlandt .
she said, that Randolph Mason would
refuse to assist my father in the fight
with Mr.. Wood. 1t seems to be max
ing the game unfair, like the Rhine
helping the Germans there against
Caesar. This drama of Gafki, like all
Homeric echoes, outrages my sense Of
fair play. There was not, as / re-
member, clean fight in the whole
Had; some god was always lending
a hand"
She sat moment silently watching
Caesars pontoon bridges sucked I'M
der by mysterious currents.
I ought, as dutiful daughter. It'd
hold a keener interest in my fathers
side of it, I suppose" she said. "If
Mr.. Wood is not checkmated, fathers
railroads will go into receivership:
and If my father crushes him, he will
go, in every sense, under. the ak. So
L ought to be fired with certain bar
baric eagerness for victory, and SO. in
way, | am. But somehow, at the
bottom of me, wish to see the fight
fair. No handicaps, no Olympic leg
ging, the winning to the best man"
This impassioned speech was inter-
rupted by thin piping voice, little
more than a birds chirp. please.
Margaret" it said, 81 am tired. May
| go homer" The old aunt had awak-
ened. Her face was plaintive, like a
child's. Time, having made life's cir
cult with her, was returning her to
dissolution by the cradle.
summoned the old woman's maids,
and they got her, with the foctman's
assistance, to the carriage. l went
out with Margaret Garrett She
harked back to her theme a moment
as I took my leave of her. Good
night, Courtlandt,' she said. please
keep Randolph Mason neutral in this
fight. 1t is too fine struggle to be
spoiled by an outsider. If father wins,
1 shall have this mans head on a
charger, if I wish it. If he loses let
the victor sell me into slavery
1 turned to call hanson, when one
of the theater attendants touched me
on the arm.
81 beg your pardon he said "can
Miss Garnett? 1t was picked up by
an usher in her box" He held in bis
hand a fiat gold locket attached to
chain linking alternately topaz and
an opal. l carried the locket to the
light and examined it. The case was
without mark. / pulled it open to
see if there was any inside, and /
found there such one as left no
doubt remaining. The locket contain
ed the picture of her father. and op-
posite it, of all persons on this earth,
the face of Thomas B. Wood.
1 returned the locket to the waiting
lackey. ut is certainly Miss Gar
nett's," / said; you would better send
it Immediately to her residence"
On Thursday morning the counsel of
John A. Garnett called on Randolph
Mason. When Pietro brought him in
to the Office took him for some cele,
brated actor.
81 have the honor" he said, Ito adj
dress Mr.. Parks, believe, the secre-
tary of Randolph Mason. My name is
Alger. am here on matter for John
A. Garrett"
l hid under a conventional greeting
the flaming interest which these
words lighted. Here was the envoy
which Margaret Garrett said her faith
er was about to send. | did not know
that this meeting was by appointment.
until Randolph Mason appeared on the
threshold of the folding-doors between
the two rooms He spoke to me.
81 shall be engaged with Mr.. Alger
for the next half hour Direct Pietro
to admit no one" Then he went back
into the room, followed by the attor-
ney. presently found Pietro, gave
him the directions and returned to my
table, where I could witness through
the folding-doors this conference which
Margaret Garrett wished so greatly
to prevent. 1t was Randolph Mason
who began the conversation.
Can you give me brie1ly, ne salo'
''the history of this case?"
The attorney was not moved to
hasty recital by Mason's abrupt impa-
tience. He sat down in a chair De
fore the table, lifted his face, serene
with that deep internal composure
common to those who are accustomed
to speak the last irrevocable wore,
and regarded Randolph Mason as ne
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