Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-04-18
CHAPTER vlI.-(continued.)

CHAPTER Vil-(continued.)
Didn't the people at the Rocky Bar
Hotel try to dissuade you from start
ling2" said Buford. "They must have
known It was dangerous. They must
have been worried about yod or they
wouldn't have telegraphed up"
-Oh, 1 believe they did" The young
man tried to hide the annoyance the
Questions gave him under dry brew
'ity Of speech. "They did all that they
iought to have done. I'll see them
again on my way down."
"And yet you persisted" The ac-
tor turned to Rose with whom, as he
eat beside her at table, he had be-
como quite friendly. "The blind con-
'fidence of youth. Miss Cannon, isn't
It a grand, inspiring thing?"
Domfnick shifted his aching feet
under the rug. He was becoming ex-
ceedingly irritated and impatient, and
wondered how much longer he would
be able to respond politely to the con-
versational assiduities of the stranger.
'Now," continued Buford, kindly
satisfy my curiosity on one point.
Why, when you were told of the dan
ger of the enterprise, did you start?"
Perhaps liked the danger, wanted
it to tone me up. I'm bank clerk,
Mr. Buford, and my life's monotonous.
Dangers change"
He raised his voice and spoke with
sudden, rude defiance. Buford looked
quickly at him, while his eyebrows
went up nearly to his hair.
"a bank clerk. OH" he said with
n falling infection of disappointment,
much chagrined to discover that the
child of millions occupied such hum
ble niche. 'I-I-was not aware of
that"
AN assistant cashier" continued
Dominick In the same key Of exas-
peration, "and / managed to get hol-
iday at this season because my father
was one of the founders of the bank
and they allow me certain privileges.
II you would like to know anything
else ask me and I'll answer as wSal
as 1 know how"
His manner and tone so plainly In
dioated his resentment of the others
curiosity that the actor flushed and
shrank. He was evidently well-mean
ing and sensitive, and the young mans
rudeness hurt rather than angered
him. For moment nothing was said
BufOrd making no response other
than to clear his throat, while he
stretched out one arm and pulled
down his cuff with a jerking move
ment. There was constraint in the
air, and Rose, feeling that he had
been treated with unnecessary harsh
ness. sought to palliate it by lifting
the book on her lap and saying tc
him:
This is the book we were talking
about when you came in, Mr. Buford
Wife in Name Only Have you reat
it?"
She handed him the ragged volume
and holding it off he eyed 1t with {
scrutiny all the more marked by the
way he drew his brows down till they
hung like bushy caves over his eyes
mo, my dear young lady. / hav,
not. Nor do feel disposed to do so
wife in Name Only! That tells /;
whole story without reading word
We're you going to read it?"
mo: Mr. Ryan and / were jus
looking over them. We We're think
ing about reading one of them aloud
This one happened to be on the pile
TO me-" continued Buford, 9TH
name is repelling because 1t suggest
Borr0Ys OF my own"
There was a pause. He evidentl
expected a question which undoubt
edly was not going to come from DON
inIck. who sat fallen together in tn
armchair looking at him with mood
MlhumOr. There was more hope fror
Rose. who gazed at the floor but sal
nothing Buford was forced to repea
with an unctuous depth of tone, "Sul
gesas sorrows OF my own" and taste
his glance on her. so that. as sh
raised her eyes, they encountered tn
commanding I.couragement OF his.
SORROWS of Jour own?" she repea
ed timidly. but with the expecte
questioning infection
Yes. my dear Miss Cannon" r,
turned this actor with a melanchol
which WA full of a rich. dark enjo,
ment My vile is one in name only
There was another pause. and ne
ther showing any intention of breal
ing II. buford remarked:
THAT sorroW is mine"
what sorrow?" said Dominic
bTuskly.
'-Tts sorrow of-a deserted man." r
turned the actor with now, for Il