Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1913-01-12

a cna1r.. Ine Telephone rang. he
paid no attention to 1T.
The clerk, trembling. opened the
door. You're wanted on the long dis
lance, Mr.. Hampden. IFS
II won't talk to themr Hampden
snarled back
The clerk withdrew. then reappear-
ed beg pardon, Mr.. Hampden," he
insisted timidfy, but It's Mr. Blake
of New Chelsea. He says he must
talk to you"
'All right" Hampden caught up
the telephone. He waited until the
click told him that the clerks receiver
had been hung up. then snapped: This
is Hampden. What do you want?'
The precaution was unnecessary.
The message was strangely worded.
1t would have meant nothing to an
outsider. But Hampden had the key.
He hung up the receiver. And for
moment he allowed himself to be
beaten down. Fear before a danger in
Cured In the heat of battle and now
become imminent, terrible. through the
folly of another. ousted rage. Mere
defeat. bankruptcy, paled before this
new penalty which he must pay. And
fear steadied him, cleared his brain.
He wasted no time in futile regrets.
His mind daried hither and thither.
swift and calculating. bordering and
rejecting a hundred avenues Of escape
from the peril which must be averted
before he could set out to recoup his
losses. There was no thought Of saw
ing Warren Blake-only himself.
Late in the day he went QUITO beg
the mercy he had never shown.
Katherine Hampden was alone that
evening. She was often alone nova
days. but not entirely because, as she
had told John Dunmeade, she had
been assigned berth on the shelf re-
served for unmarriageable females.
There were many men who would have
gladly undertaken to relieve her soil
tude. But these found her extremely
unapproachab le Those whom she
would have welcomed most gladly had
least time for dalllance In drawing
rooms.
The truth was, she was disappointed.
Mature perception. quickened by a
glimpse of different Ideal Of life, had
seen beyond the false setting of ro-
nance behind which men seek to hide
the uginess of the greedy. unscrupu-
lous scram ble for gold. She would have
married Gregg had 1t not been for the
fact that the acid Of his calling was
etching more and more clearly upon
his frank, clean exterior picture Of
what lay within. AS 1t was, she had
sent him away.
She was waiting for her fathers
homecoming. While she waited she
glanced through the evening paper. In
it the days doings on the stock ex.
change were featured The account
had it that Hampden had been hard
hit-even vaguely limited that he might
have to fail. She was amazed at the
lack of emotion with which she read
| that their fortune. hitherto SO potent
and all suffieing, had in a day been
sadly shaken II not totally destroyed
She tried to picture to herself what il
| privations even, the loss of caste among
a set that measured worth by stocks
and bonds. Somehow the picture could
not profoundly alarm. partly perhaps
| because she knew too little of want to
! draw convincingly. She could not even
| feel deeply for her father. although
she had for him genuine daughters
a l. fpt1
would be to him.
! Poor father. she smiled half pity
! ingly. 4 suppose nothing can persuade
him that it isn't horrible calamity.
| ought to feel SO, too, but Heigho
Is this Katherine Hampden?"
She went on turning the pages of the
| paper until her casual glance was
| caught by a familiar name In satiri
cal editorial under the caption "A Foo
/ Errant." The fool errant was Johr
! Dunmeade. recently-and happily, II
/ the editors opinion disposed of at the
| primaries.
| Her color deepened suddenly and foI
another reason Memory had recalled
| to her something she had once said te
| this man. When you We're broker
! down. middle aged failure.
| should be looking up at the men who
were eonquering And SHOULD
1 regret
/ Well. her prophecy had been fulfilled
sooner than she had expected. He hao
i been east aside even by his own neigh
bors. But there was something large
and fine about him which forbade pity
| and commanded respect, made ever
! such men as Gregg. with their initiated
ideals. want TO do him favors ION gen
eral principles.
ITO think that could have said thai
| to him. she cried to herself. What I
cad | was, II only | hadn't said 'UI
| at the men who were conauering!
John Dunmeade, you tower above then
all"
| She was still dreaming of John wher
| hnr fathor mo IN