The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-08-16
Give a Dog a Bad Name
SsT REACH you in two days. You
 can tell her that-Giles Cath

ssT REACH you in two days. You
 can tell her that-Giles Cath
 cart"
 The man who held the telegram duttering between his fingers read that message over just as he had read it at least hundred times be- Tore. He had carried the fiimsy paper Tn ms pocket, feeling the sting of it every hour of the day, quite as though he carried with him some noxious insect
 Martin Lambard, as he held the telegram before his eyes, wondered now that he could have been so foolish as to cheat himself into the belief that he would not hear from Cathcart at all Just as if he had not known that Cathcart was of the type of man who would lie in wait and bounce at the right moment. And tonight was the night; the two days mad gone by, while Lambard had waited and done nothing.
 He had not even obeyed the man. date in the telegram; he had been afraid to tell her He loved her so well that 1t would have been like striking her blow to tell her that this man. whose coming she dreaded. was actually moving towards her. hour by hour. ready to step into her life again.
 Martin Lambard crossed to a writ ing table, pulled a drawer open, and stood looking at a revoIver there. He let his fingers close about the butt without lifting it.
 Hell come along and no one will know of his coming: that was ever his mysterious way" he said to himself
 There was a sound in the room--a sound so stealthy that for a moment or two 1t could scarcely have been called a sound at all.
 Who's there" he called In a hoarse whisper.
 There was no response. and he was Just rising when he saw a hand stretch out and move the curtain aside, and then face grinned at him the face of the man he dreaded.
 "You-youd better come out" he faltered. playing with the knob of that drawer in his desk. IT ex- pected you. How did you get in?"
 The man who came ort into the room with laugh nron his lips was a big fellow.
 And what dc you want with mel" asked M,rtin vto .ad dropped back into his ,,haii F it comes to that. what do you 'saT. tsr at allr a fashion c. a-kinT absurd ques- tions," answ rs4 "a x art. blowing a great cloud ,f rmo"ss towards the ceiling. "Yo, aIU1 a- well as I do why I came basS -ere s,-night. You know that I'd have com through fire and water to get to yoi and to stop what you think you're going to do. because you're not going to do It."
 She loves me-" said Martin. "She has learnt to love me in these years while you've been away, and she has learnt to lean upon me and to trust me-"
 And you think that means lover demanded the other. leaning across the table towards him. Lean upon you and trust you? Bahi it's you who do not know the meaning of the word. When presently I go to her and lift my hand and beckon her she'll follow me as dog follows his master"
 Martin Lambard was silent; he sat there with his fingers moving rest lessly along the edge of the drawer. He knew that he was pulling the drawer wider open with every move- ment
 You managed the thing pretty we'll altogether; it was only by the merest chance that I heard of it. You were to be married in so many days. and it occurred to me that I might arrive in the nick of time and stop you. Why, don't you understand that I'd have come Into the very church and r-etchea her from vc'i at tfe altar?