The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1914-07-03
good living abroad. There's a boat
leaving tomorrow"

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leaving tomorrow"
face. You mean"
Look at that crowd down there
you can hear them now. Therell be
q legislative Investigation, OF course
And the devil'll get the hindmost."
He struck the desk-top with his hand.
Have you ever seen the bills for this
furniture? Do you know what that
rug under your feet cost? Twelve
thousand-it's an old Persian. What
do you suppose the papers will do to
! that? Do you think such things will
seem amusing to that rabble down
there?" His hand swept toward the
window. Its been going on for too
many years, l tell you! And now
some onell pay the piper. The light
ming won't strike me-I'm not tall
enough. You're a vice-president."
DO you imagine that | knew these
things-that l have been a party to
what you seem to believe has been a
deliberate wrecking" Valiant tow
cred over him, his breath coming fast,
his hands clenched hard.
Your" The manager laughed again
An unpleasant laugh that scraped
the others %quivering nerves like hot
sandpaper. "Oh, lord no! How should
you? You've been too busy playing
polo and winning bridge prizes. How
many board meetings have you at
tended this year? Your vote is prox-
led as regular as clockwork. But
you're supposed to know. The people
down there in the street won't ask
questions about patent-leather pumps
and ponies; they'll want to hear about
such things as rotten irrigation loans
in the Stony-River Valley-to market
an alkali desert that is the personal
property Of the president of this cor
poration.'
Valiant turned a blank white face.
"Sedgwick?"
Yes. You know his principle: It's
all right to be honest, il you're not
too damn honest He owns the Stony
River Valley bag and baggage. 1t was
a big gamble and he lost"
Valiant was staring az the other
with a strange look. Emotions to which
In all his self-indulgent life he had
been a stranger were running through
his mind, and Outre passions had him
by the throat. Fool and doubly blind!
A poor pawn. a catspaw raking the
chestnuts for INSCRIPTIONS men whose
ignominy he was now called on, per-
force, to share! In his pitiful egotism
he had consented to be a tgurehead.
and he had been made a tool. A red
rage surged over him. No one had
ever seer on John Naliant's face such
a look as grew on it now.
He turned and without a word
opened the door. The older man took
a step toward him-he had a sense of
dangerous electric forces in the air
but the door closed sharply in his face.
He smiled grimly. Not crooked he
said to himself: merely callow. A
W~ell-meaning. manicured young fop
wholly surrounded by men who knew
what they wanted" He shrugged his
shoulders and went back to his chair.
Valiant plunged down in the eleya-
tor to the street. He pushed past the
guarded door, and threading the
crowd, made toward the curb, where
his bulldog, with a bark Of delight,
car. rumbling and vibrating with pent-
up power. There were those in the
sullen anxious crowd who knew whose
was that throbbing metal miracle, the
chauffeur spick and span from shining
cap-visor to polished brown puttees,
and recognized the white face that
went past, pelted 1t with muttered
sneers. But he scarcely saw or heard
them. as he stepped into the seat, took
the wheel from the chauffeur's hand
and threw on the gear.
He drove mechanically past a hun
bred familiar things and places. but he
saw nothing, till the massive marble
fronts Of the upper park side ceased
their mad dance al the car halted be-
fore q tall i%ron-grilled doorway with
wide ~glistening steps, between win
dows strangely suffered and dark.
He sprang out and touched thu bell.
The heavy oak parted slowly: the con
fidential secretary Of the man he had
come to faco stood In the gloomly
doorway.
Il want to see Mr.. Sedgwick."
You cant see him. Mr.. Valiant"
But will" Sharp passion leaped
into the young voice. He must speak
to me-"
The man In the doorway shook his
head. He won't speak to anybody
any more" he said. "Mr. Sedgwick
shot himself two hours ago"
CHAPTER II.
NAa1AA Wallace