The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1913-06-26

edly ~ the tape IN his hnnd.
Suddenly the nxity broke NJ in an
insane helpless rage that dema nded
physical expression. From his twist.
cd mouth came an inarticulate. wolfish
cry. With conclusive jerk he snap.
ped on the tspc-kickcd the ticker I'm.
III II fell with crash. A clerk In
the outer Office heard the noise aud
rushed In Immediately. frightened
by what he saw. he withdrew. closing
the door behind him.
stephen Hnmpden was not good Co
look upon NJ he rushed up and down
the room. striking and Kicking nj the
objects In his way. Ills face was pur-
ple-convulscd He poured out unin.
telliglble Imprecations on the "curs. q"
the Crooks" the "trnitors" who had
broken him. lie had no thought for
those upon whom he In his turn had
fallen. Hs was obsesred by the pas
sion Of his defeat.
The parcIysm spent itself lie funs
himself. painting and still glazing. into
chair. The telephone rang. lie
phlu 10 uttebuou W ".
The clerk. trembling. opened the
door. You're wanted on the long dis
lance. Mr.. IIampden. Its
II won't talk 10 them!' Hampden
snarled back.
The clerk withdrew. then reappear-
ed Reg pardon. Mr.. Hampden." he
insisted tlmldly, but it's MIR. Blake
Of New Chelsea. He says he must
talk TO you"
IAN right" IInmpden caught M
the telephone. He waited until the
click told him that the clerks receiver
had been hung up. then snapped This
Is Hampden what do you wantT'
The precaution was unnecessary.
The message was strangely worded.
IL would have meant nothing 10 an
outsider. But Hampden had the key.
He hung up the receiver. And for
moment he allowed himself 20 he
beaten down. Fear before danger In
CURED In the heat of battle and now
become imminent. terrible. through the
folly OF another. ousted rage. Mere
defeat. bankruptcy. paled before this
new penalty which he must pay. And
fear steadied him. cleared his brain.
He wasted no time In futile regrets.
His mind dnrted hlther and thithcr,
swift and calculating. bordering and
rejecting hundred avenues OF escape
from the peril which must be averted
before he could set out 10 recoup his
losses. There was no thought OF saw
ing Warren Blake-only himself.
Late in the day he went QUITO beg
the mercy he had never shown.
Katherine Hampden was alone that
evening. She was often alone nova
days. but not entirely because. as she
had told John Dunmeade. she had
been assigned berth on the shelf re-
served for unmarriageable females.
There were many men who would have
gladly undertaken TO relieve her soil
tude. But these found her extremely
unapproach cha BILE. Those whom she
would have welcomed most gladly had
least time for dalllance In drawing
rooms.
The truth was, she was disappointed.
Mature perception. quickened by n
glimpse OF different ideal of life, had
seen beyond the false setting OF 10
nance behind which men seek to hide
the ugliness of the greedy. unscrupu-
lous scra mble for gold. She would have
married Gregg had II not been for the
fact that the acid OF his calling was
etching more and more clearly upon
bis frank. clean exterior picture OF
what lay within. As II was, she had
sent him away.
She was waiting for her fathers
homecoming While she waited she
glanced through the evening paper. In
IL the days doings on the stock ex-
change were featured. The account
had Il that Hampden had been hard
hit-eyen vaguely limited that he might
have to fail. She was amazed nj the
lack OF emotion with which she read
that their fortune, hitherto so potent
and all sufiicing. had In a day been
sadly shaken II not totally destroyed.
She tried 10 picture TO herself what II
must mean to them-the economies, the
privatiOns even. the loss OF caste among
a set that measured worth by stocks
and bonds. Somehow the picture could
not profoundly alarm, partly perhaps
because she knew too little Of want TO
draw convincingly. She could not even
feel deeply for her father, although
she bad for him a genuine daughters
affection and knew what blow failure
would be TO him.
Poor father she smiled half pity
ingly. II suppose nothing can persuade
him that II isn't a horrible calamity. !
ought to feel so, too, but Heigho'
Is this Katherine Hampdenl"
She went on turning the pages OF the
paper until her casual glance was
caught by a familiar name IN a satiri-
cal editorial under the caption "A Fool
Errant" The fool Grant was John
Dunmeade. recently-and happily, In
the editors opinion-disposed Of at the
primaries.
Her color deepened suddenly and for
another reason. Memory had recalled
10 her something she had once said to
this man. when you were broken
down. middle aged failure