The Washington herald., 1913-10-12


/ county wanted it, but where it wa:
most profitable to you. / am going tc
bring all these instances before the
January grand jury"
The little boss had stood hat II
hand, his cigar cooked downward, lis
tening. He never moved until the re-
cital was done. Then with a grimace
he tilted the cigar. His eyes shifted
TO Janet Vance.
Where did you get them facts"
do they read right?"
81 amt saying anything. But where
did you get them iggers?"
"BoydSton confessed"
The judge was staring Tanner took
step nearer on the rug. He adjusted
his glasses critically.
Young man, / amt no rufian. Le'
me<see" He looked slowly.
'Pm not saying. I'm not talking.
Only he looked past Janet to the
judge. What the hell 60 you want,
young MANI
Il want you to say?'
Il amt saying anything. You must
have gone crazy"
Harlan was folding over the notes in
his pocketbook. "All right, Thad !!
Don't! But I'll be district attorney on
the first OF next month";
The little boss took out his cigar.
Judge" he grinned, but his lips were
trembling. what the hell we got into ?"
The judge suddenly burst from them
with a groan. "Tannerl Don't speak
to NEEDN'T look at me. l tell your
The boss rubbed his chin and watched
Harlan. Il never could account for
folks. For the day before election
things are moving into a mighty rum
pus! Look at the folks in town? /
been waiting half an hour for the boy
to bring me a copy of the News"
And l." retorted Harlan, "am wait
ing here for the paper you have in your
pocket. Curran's signed withdrawal
'Eh?" The boss hdgeted. His eyes
went to the judge. You told themP
Il did. Tanner, this is damnable
This is an outrage" the judge turned
on Harlan. MY boy, you misunder-
stand me | knew nothing-know
nothing. The hate of this"-he shiv-
ered-"God, it is in my blood, our very
blood, Harlan! The dirt, the turmoil,
the sensationalism of it all
Father. | did not dream YOU did.
You brought me up in the reverence of
the law-its spiritual quality, its irwin
chile purity. could not dream dis
honor of YOU But you-you hesitate.
You stand still. 1t is not enough in a
man-not enough in judge. The only
good is the fighting good"
What do you mean
Il mean Curran'S withdrawal. | de-
mand it"
He is out of the fight He dare not
speak tonight! His own paper is print
ing his reSignationp
Give me that resignation" Harlan
advanced on Tanner Give it to me
or I'll take it from YOU"
ward the door. Janet was moving to
it. Keep of, damn you he growled.
Don't touch that paper~
Harlan was following him. Thads
hand went into his coat pocket. Keep
off Here. then, make a trade. Gi' me
that stuff of Boydston's, tell you'll I'll
keep my mouth shut, if you gi' me
that stuff that damn fool wrote" !"
"Wellr Harlan's grim smile came.
The little gray boss reached a trem-
bling hand from his pocket. From the
door Janet turned. She had torn the
paper from Tanner. even as Harlan
was searching for his own.
Coz she cried That's enough.
That's enough. Those notes are
mine, Harlan You can't trade them!"
Harlan's smile deepened. With a
sweep of his hand he hurled Tanner
against the wall. You ratp He
ooked back to his father. Il want
marry Aurelie Lindstrom. ] am go
ng to prosecute Boydston and Curry ]
md Tanner. And if you''-he smash
ID the other man closer to the floor
If you ever mention-or If ever
lear word against the name of the
yirl I'm going to marry. I'll walk
nto the First National Bank and kill
,ou Is that plain?"
The little boss struggled to answer.
The Judge laid hand on his sons
rm. Harlan! Marry her? Your fam
ly-your mother"
The young man gave him brief
ttention. Very good He lifted the
title gray boss to his feet Tanner,
ny father wouldn't kill a man under
ny circumstances, would he? It's
zen bred out of him. and his gen.
rations before him But I've got it
ack somewhere! If there's any need
I any timep
He kicked the door open and threw
he boss out
There was some commotion in the
orridor, so much so that Thad's exit
vas not noticed. An excited boy
vas dashing down the hall calling
or Marryat, the Sheriff. /,
He could not find him, and stopped
efore Harlan at the door.
'Mr. Van Hart. they want you or
ONE officer. There was a big fight
t the quarryi The contractors
agoS tried to sneak into Lindstrom's
ED and start work, and he shot into
m. He killed three, and ones the
oreman.
At Harlan's back the judge was .
stening. The young man saw some ,
ling out of the window as he turned.
column of white smoke going up
-om the back yard of the News shop,
nd a glimpse of Janet's gown He
Ist realized that she had gone. And
lat, for the first time in fifty years
lere would be no issue of the Rome ,
'ews.
The boy was pulling at his sleeve
! a hysterical excitement. ,
Hold on, I'm going, sonl' But he
Irned again to his father. The !