The Mena weekly star., 1913-08-07

Yes, the bank. You know. it is Just In the rear of my house."
 Here Fortune came forward. All the bright color was gone from her cheeks; the old mask of despair he'd reformed. She needed no further en. Hghtenment.
 Are you going back there?" she asked.
 Yes. dear; I must. MT. Mortime, will go with me"
 And I?"
 No, heart O mine; you've got ta stay here"
 II you do not take me with you you will not find me here when you re turn"
 My child" began Mortimer sooth, lngly, you must not talk like that, There will be danger"
 Then notify the police, and let tha uahger rest upon their shoulders" she said her jaws set squarely.
 T cant call in the police" replied George, miserable.
 Shall l tell you why?" Dearest, can't you understand that It Is you l am thinking of?"
 T am determined. If do mt on With you, you shall never see me again. My mother is there!"
 Tragedy Mrs. Mortimer stretched out hand, but the girl did not see It. Her mother; her own flesh and blood! Oh, the poor child!
 Come, then" said George. in de. spar. But you are hurting me, For. tune"
 Forgive me, but I must go with you. I must!"
 Get me the revolvers, MT. Morti- mer. We'll wait for Wadsworth. Will you please telephone him? I'm afraid l couldn't talk steadily enough. Explain nothing save that 1t concerns his bank"
 George sat down. Not during those early days of the journey across the desert had he felt so pitiably weak and inefficient.
 Fortune paced the room. her arms folded tightly across her breast. Strange, there was neither fear nor pain In her heart, only a wild wrath.
 When Mortimer returned from the telephone, saying that Wadsworth would be right over he asked George to explain fully what was going on. It was rather a long story. George managed to get through it with a CO., herency understandable, but no more. George inspected the revolvers care fully to see if they were loaded.
 The bell rang, and Arthur Wads- worth came in. Mortimer knew him; George did not. He drew his interest as it fell due and deposited it in an other bank. That was the extent of his relations with Arthur Wadsworth. president of the Merchant-Mechanic Bank of New York.
 Arthur was small, thin, blond like his brother, but the hair was so light upon the top of his head that he gave one the impression that he was bald. His eyes looked out from behind half shut lids; his cheeks were cadaver- ous; his pale lips met in a straight,
  unpleasant line. There was not the slightest resemblance between the two brothers, either in their bodies or in their souls. George recognized this fact immediately. He disliked the man instinctively, just as he could not help admiring his rogue of a brother.
 Cn wit mo fn Y1xy house at once," began George.
 Please explain"
 George disliked the voice even more than the man himself Everything will be explained there" he replied.
 This is very unusual" the banker complained.
 You will find 1t so. Come" George moved toward the hall, the re- volvers in his coat-pocket.
 But l insist
 "Mr. Wadsworth. everything will be fully explained to you the moment you enter my house. More shall not tell you. You are at liberty to return home"
 Tt concerns the bank" The voice had something human in 1t now; note of affection.
 Arthur Wadsworth loved the bank as man loves his sweetheart, but more explicitly, as a miser loves the hoard hidden in the stocking.
 "It concerns the bank?" he repeat ed. torn by doubt.
 George shrugged. Let us be go- ing"
 twill it be necessary to call in the polce?"
 "No."
 "I suppose, then" said Wadsworth bitterly, wondering, too, over the strange animosity of this young man he did not know-'I suppose 1 must do just as you say?"
 Absolutely" Georges teeth came together with a click.
 The four of them passed out of the house. each singularly wrought with agitation. Fortune walked ahead with George. Neither spoke. They could hear the occasional protest from the banker into Mortimer's ear; but Nor timer did not open his lips. They came to the house, and then George whispered his final instructions to Wadsworth. The latter, when he un- derstood what was taking place, be- came wild with rage and terror; and it was only because George threatened to warn the conspirators that he sub sided.
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