Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-01-30
CHAPTER Ix.--fcontInued.)

Ten years ago." abstractedly.
what a lot of things may happen in
ten years! 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 a 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 known"
Had I better?" with a wisdom be-
yond her years.
mo, you had better not. I'm not a
good man, Fortune, as %criterions go.
rye slipped here and there; I've gam
bled and drunk and squandered my
time. Why, in my youth l was as
model a boy as ever a 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; Ell? Some persons would
call me a scoundrel, a black-leg; in
some ways, yes. But in the days to
come I want you always to remember
the two untarnished spots upon my
Shield Of honor: l have never cheat
ed a man at cards nor u away with
his wife. The devil must give me
these merits, however painful 1t MAJ
be to him. Ten years ago, only a
decade; good Lord! it's like a hun
drcd years ago, sometimes"
Fortune breathed with difficulty.
Never before had he taken her into
bis 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 l 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
It there. Your mother and uncle
have been very kind to me. They
know less Of me than you do. l have
been to them a kind Of errand-boy; a
happy-go-lucky fellow, who cheered
them when they had the doldrums."
With forced ~cheerfulness he again
took her hand and snuggled 1t under
mis- arm, giving it a friendly reassur-
Ing pat. I'll not speak to you of
hove, child, but q hair of your head
rs more precious to me than all Midas
gold. Whenever I've thought of you,
Eve tried to be good. Honestly"
And can't you go back to the be-
ginning and start anew?" TREMENDOUSLY.
Ooh uAJ ObS 81 DdIh luS mOVllR
finger writes. An hour is a terrible
thing when you look to see what can
happen in 1t. But, come; sermons!
I'd far rather see you smile. Won't
gou?"
She tried to, but to him it was sad
der than her tears would have been.
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 mlsfor-
tune. sleep in her heart. And at last.
when he took her to her carriage and
babe her good-by till dinner, a half.
formed idea began to grow in her
brain; to save Mr.. Jones without be-
traying Ryanne.
The latter's carriage was at the 9th.
er end # the bazaars; 30 he strode
sullenlI through the press, rudely ell
bowine those who got in his way. An
occasional curse was flung after him;
but ,ss height, his breadth Of shout.
Ger, hn lowering face. pretll9ad any.
thing more active. The Mosiems lad
= deal Of faith in tho efficacy Of
curseqi 90 the jostled ones rested up
IN thu promise Of these. satisfied that
nnresly. or 10 The near future. A,lah