The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-10

| NOt III tue way you ihoaht oNS'N'
But or course he declined TO accept
the money your aunt rendered him.
What will you do now2"
Get 1t to trial as quick as ever |
can. Enough times been wasted al
ready"
Stephen was silent. He rested his
head In his hands; he was sick at
heart The idea that the hideous thing
had been given publicity, was maui
seating TO him. Wade smiled at him
genially through a cloud OF tobacco
smoke.
II won't ask you 10 join me in three
cheers, Steve, and out OF respect for
your feeling In the matter | won't In
dulge In them myself, but say, don't
look so mournful-cheer up! | don't
expect you to enter into the spirit OF
my JOY, but do you know there's
| fellow named Ben Wade who's given
| five priceless years OF his life TO the
Odd jobs OF legal practice. runty little
cases, where il he snaked out five
or ten-dollar fee, II kept him and his
girl up half the night building Queen
Anne cottages, Well, from now on
Ben Wade will have a free field for
his genius; the day of odd jobs is over
for him-he's come into his own, Ot
course | don't expect you 10 take
much interest in the short and simple
annals OF the poor, for | guess you
never sat up many nights with your
best girl building Queen Annes with
ten-dollar bills; but II you had ever
known all the things "a fellow car do
with ten-dollar bill. the torrent OF
hope that a greasy tritle like that,
earned, can pour into his soul; you'd
understand why I'd like to stick my
head out of that window and give
three cheers for myself and your aunt
yes, and for old Benson, too-God
bless him, | mustn't forget him, for
he's done his part in promoting the
welfare OF a fellow-being
They were silent again. Wade pull
ed serenely at his pipe, and stephen
stared from the window. He was
trying to fathom his relation to the
events OF which Wade had told nm.
On the street below. Gibbs suddenly
appeared from around a corner he
paused when he was opposite the
building. and glanced across uncer-
tainly at Wade's windows; then ne
hurried forward at the best speed OF
his old legs Stephen followed MS
movements with his glance.
What are you looking at. steve!
asked Wade.
General Gibbs he seems to be
coming here" he said and then they
heard Gibbs come shutting up the
stairs and down the hall. Purple
faced and perspiring the general en-
tered the room.
"Is Steve here?" he demanded gruf-
fly. Then he saw the two young men
by the window. Il want TO see you,
Steve" he said, ignoring Wade.
been out TO your aunt's; Mrs. Walsh
told me I'd probably find you here
Stephen glanced questioningly at
Wade, who quilted his chair.
"I'll lust step out for minute; no
doubt the general will prefer to see
you alone" He put down his pipe
and reached for his hat.
Gibbs appeared to be having some
sort OF an attack. He was sputterine
and choking. Then he whirled fur-
iously on Wade.
Don't you speak to mel forDld
IT," he roared You scoundrelly
busybody-you miserable sneaking
SINISTER. Never speak TO me again,
or damn your soulful strike you
with my cane.
Stephen placed his hand restrain
ingly on the old mans arm, ana
sought to draw him toward the front
Of the room He gave Wade a glance
Of mute appeal, but Wade was stand
ing with his hands buried deep in ms
pockets. He was regarding Gibbs
with a smile of kindly tolerance. Re-
sentiment was remote from him. The
thought of his success rested on him
like a benediction. He was not 10 be
moved by anything so impotent as the
generals rage. He turned at last
with a light laugh and quilted the
room.
II can't contain myself" sputtered
the general. III I was ten years
younger-yes, five years younger. I'd
horsewhip him within an inch OF his
life-yes, would, by God" He mop
ped his face with his handkerchief.
His burst of anger left him helpless
and wretehed Amt il awful Steve?'
he moaned.
Yes general Here, SIT down" He
drew forward the chair Wade had va
Gated, and the general collapsed
weakly into 1t.
You know that your aunt has
charged Jake Benson with stealing
never mind the legal points-thats
what II amounts to; Jake Benson,
mind you-7Jake Benson" his voice
rose In thin quaver OF anguish.