Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1912-12-13
CHAPTER lx.-tcontinued.)

What lot of things may happen In
ten yearsi Deaths, births, marriages.,
he went on; "the snuffing out of king
doms and republics; wars, panics.
famine; honor to some and dishonor
to others. 1t kind of makes fellow
grind his teeth, little girl; it kind Of
makes him shut his fists and long to
run amuck."
"Why should a strong, intelligent
man, such as you are, think like that?
You are resourceful and unafraid.
Why should you talk like that? You
are young, too. Why?"
He stopped and looked full into her
eyes. do you really wish to know?"
"Had / better?" with wisdom be-
yond her years.
mo, you had better not. I'm not a
good man, Fortune, as criterions go.
I've slipped here and there; I've gam
bled and drunk and squandered my
time. Why, in my youth / was as
model boy as ever was Percival.
Where the divarication took place l
can't say. There's always two forks
in the road, Fortune, and many OF us
take the wrong one. It's easier going.
Fine excuse: eh? Some persons would
call me a scoundrel, a black-leg; in
some ways, yes. But in the days to
come want you always to remember
the two untarnished spots upon my
shield of honor: / have never cheat
ed a man at cards nor run away with
his wife. The devil must give me-
these merits, however painful it may
be to him. Ten years ago, only a
decade; good Lord! it's like hun
dred years ago, sometimes"
Fortune breathed with difficulty.
Never before had he taken her into
his confidence to such extent. She
essayed to speak; the old terror
seemed fairly to smother her. 1t was
not what he had told her, but what
she wished to but dared not ask. She
was like Bluebeard's wife. only she
had not the moral courage to open the
door of the grisly CLOSET. Her
mother. her uncle; what of them, ah,
what Of them? The crooked street
vanished; the roar dwindled away;
she was alone. all, all alone.
II suppose ought not to have told
you," he said troubled at the misery
he saw gathered in her eyes and
vaguely conscious of what had written
1t there. "Your mother and uncle
have been very kind to me. They
know less OF me than you do. l have
been to them kind of errand-boy; a
happy-go-iucky fellow, who cheered
them when they had the doldrums.' -
With forced cheerfulness he again
took her hand and snuggled 1t under
his arm, giving 1t a friendly reassur-
ing pat. 'I'll not speak to you of
love, child, but hair of your head
is more precious to me than all Midas
gold. Whenever I've thought of you
I've tried to be good. Honestly"
And can't you go back to the be
ginning and start anew" TREMENDOUSLY
Can any one go back? The moving
finger writes. An hour is a terrible
thing when you look to see what car
happen in 1t. But, come; sermons
I'd far rather see you smile. Won
your"
She tried to, but to him 1t was sad
ASA NAAh hCl hShlp WOuiQ nave DCGI'
For an hour they walked through
the dim and musty streets. He exert
ed himself to amuse her and fairly
succeeded But never did the unac
countable fear. that presage of misfor
tune. sleep in her heart And at last
when he took her to her carriage ant
bade her good-by till dinner, half
formed idea began to grow in hel
brain: to save Mr.. Jones without be
traying Ryanne.
The latter's carriage was at the 9th
er end OF the bazaars; so he strod,
sullenly through the press, rudely el
bowling those who got in his way. Al
occasional curse was flung after him
but his height. his breadth of shoul
der. his lowering face, precluded any
thing more active. The Moslems ha,
a deal OF faith In the efficacy O
curses; so the jostled ones rested ur
on .he promise OF these. satisfied tha
e:roe;ly. os III the near future. ALA