The Washington times., 1914-01-04
THE HOUR OF CONFLICT
By A. HamIton-GbbS GegZ5ge zs By Frank 4 Mg9ss Co
"CFesd & Son."
CHAPTER xx1v.-(continuedO
Author Of "Chesdle & Son, etc

r VERARD smiled bitterly. The
l. paradoxicality of his position
struck him. Here he had come
four steps at a time-in a fever
open up and tell this man,
is father, everything. And now, al
hcugh his father was asking, actually
Gsking, to be told, he could not open his
be rt.
lie felt as though he were some
str ange insect under the magnifying
H. IS, being examined with interest as a
be- , thing by a cold and critical pro-
e sor That was not the attitude to
ps nit of condolences. 1t added another
90, to his heart-another barrier to
pr cent heir coming out.
he man servant entered.
Mr.. Leyden waved his hand at his
ha f-emptv tumbler. Two more" he
ss -.
Fiobinson gave a quick, searching
giance at the two, took the glass from
The arm Of the chair, and went over
@ the old oak sideboard. He was baf-
fed by this calm. There were bottles
.aI d glasses Of all colors and sizes. He
bat two tusnblers on a tray with a bot
lie OF IdLug anu S4phSAAs anu 49,
them over TO Mr.. Leyden.
The usual, sir?'
Yes
The man poured out nearly a tumbler-
hui. and added a suspicion of soda
Fyerard helped himself-one nnger'
Mr.. Leyden took out his cigar case,
c. refullv felt the half-doZen that were
in it, and finally, selected the the tOuFn ,Ootrn.
Tnis he puEctured with gold instru-
u.ent, and lit, waiting until the servant
ler the ROOM - y
And YOU were sent down because
rEveraTa shrugged hts shoulders. Oh,
he said, lit was just rag OF soFts AM
happened to be caught" be noticed
his fathers sarcastic smile. here was
nothing psychological about it, L assure
The old man blew quiet little, clouds
Of smoke ihoughtfully. wen, ne s@alc SAY
a. length, perhaps you're right are ISl
aII-whV should a mere parent De lolC
such things? May 1 be allowed 10 IN
duire when you go up again? But oC
81 down. To see you fidgetng aDou
d. axes me uncomfortable" r., -.
Fsyerard took no notice OF the reques
r. al was an order. He remained stand
4, = one hand tohching things on tht
n sntelpiece. II am not going up again.
~ You sccr mean-you were sent down fol
so 80" said Everard; only for one
lgrm-" ,.,.. ,-,-,
old man raised his eyebrows. III seems
10 me that you carry a far too IargeI!
,eveloped egotism about with you. Hol
uecfde that you want to go to France
20, without so much as by your IeaNe
OF with your leave you sneak on anC
ay lust as long as suits your con
e1ience. Now. in the blandest manne
a the world, you say, 1 am not golnt
oack to Oxford Am ] not TO know
even the reason of this2 Must jus
accept it resignedly and without com
Inent?''t
Everard. what is there to go bacl
for? 1 don't want a degree. Any foo
Can get a degree il he Grams so man!
hours a day. And what's the good o.
Il when you've got it? It's just harm
less vanity-that's all. Besides,
face the nlonotony of il, the childish
ness I've grown up since cam
down.
Mr.. Leyden took up mis- drink an,
sIpPed IT. Your explanation, thoSgl
Ioubtless interesting, does not enlightel
EYerard swung round and looked tn
I'd man straight in the face.
What do you care whether / g
lack or whether go to the devil? Yol
II there like a cat playing with
mouse. shooting OF your accursed sar
casms! What do YOU want to know for
What right have you to know? Yol
all yourself my father! What have yol
yer done for me except to make m
afraid of You as kid, and TO make m
late and lOathe this house every tim
come into 1t? You talk about ego
ism. Who else have l bad TO reIy OF
Except myself? tell you I'm not gOini
Jack to Oxford, and if you don't iik
lt-well, then. l don't care!''
The door slammed
Mr.. Leyden started and burned him
Ell with his cigar. He rubbed tn
place thoughtfulIv for a moment. the
Te -stroked his face, weSted his finger
md smcothed his eyebrows.
HIM" he mUttered. He can b
communicative. after anr'