Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-03-26

AS he SLOWLY withdrew his eyes from
the gambler. he said to his son:
Can You spare me a moment or
two. Marshan?'
Come into the library. and Mar
shall led the way from the room.
They walked the length of the hall
in silence, Marshall step or two IN
advance of the judge. He knew his
father was there on no trivial
errand. This visit was the re-
suit of his interview with Joe
Montgomery How much. had the
handy-man told him? This was the
question that had been revolving III
his mind for the last two days, and
he was about to find an answer to 1t.
The father and son entered the
room, each heavily preoccupied. Mar
shall seated himself and stared mood
ily into the fire. Already the judge
had found a chair and his glance was
fixed on the carpet at his feet. Pres
emily looEing up he asked:
"Will you be good enough to tell me
what that fellow is doing here?"
"Andy?"
The single word came from Lang
ham as with weary acceptance of
his fathers anger.
Eyes, certainly-Gilmore-o whom
do you imagine me to be speaking"
"Give dog a bad name"
"He has earned his name. ] had
heard something of this, but did not
credit it," saidS the judge.
There was another pause.
perhaps you will be good enough
to explain how. 1 happen to meet that
fellow here?"
The judge regarded his son fixedly.
There had always existed cordial
frankness in their intercourse, for,
though the judge was man of few
intimacies, family ties meant much to
him, and these ties were now all CEN
tered in his son. He had shown in
finite patience with Marshall's turbu-
lent youth; an even greater patience
with his dissipated manhood; he be-
lieved that, in spite of the terrible
drafts he was making on his energies,
his future would not be lacking in
solid and worthy achievement. In his
own case, the traditiona1svice of the
Langhams had passed him by He
was grateful for this but 1t had never
provoked in him any spirit of self
righteousness; indeed, 1t had only
made him the more tender in his
Judgment of his sons .lapses.
Marshall" and the tone OF anger
had quite faded from his voice-"Mar-
shall, what is that fellows hold on
you?"
"You would not appreciate Andys
peculiar virtues, even if I were to try
to describe them" said Marshall with
a smile of sardonio humor.
do you consider him the right sort
of a person to bring into your home?"
ut won't hurt him." said Marshall.
The judge, with a look on his face
that mingled establishment and injury,
sank back in his chair. He never at
tempted anything that even family
suggested fiippancy, and he was I'M
appreciative OF this tendency in
others.
"You have not told me what this
fellows hold on you is?'' he said,
after a MON ent's silence.
ooh, he's done me one or two good
turns"
"You mean in the way of money o"
Marshall nodded.
Are you in his debt now, may |
ask"
NO" and Marshall moved rest
lessly.
Are you quite frank with me, Mar
shall?" asked the judge with that rare
gentleness of voice and manner that
only his son knew.
Quite
Because it would be better to make
every sacrifice and be rid Of the obli-
cation"
Another long pause followed. in
which there came ito the ears of the
two men the. sound of a noisy waltz
that Evelyn was playing Again it
was the Judge who broke the OPP
pressive silence.
| IT came here tonight Marshall be-
cause there is a matter l must dis
cuss with you Perhaps you will tell
me what you and Gilmore have done
with Joe Montgomery
Marshall had sought to prepare
himself against the time when this
very question should be asked him,
but the color left his cheeks.
| ITO Be Continued Tomorrow