The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-04-30

thing never contemplated by me He
took. In fact when he went south. what
appeared to be q most improbable clue
to 9 theory or his own. A trinket from
q child's necklace"
ingly.
Il imagine a necklace. At any rate,
from the open drawer OF tie
table Thad held up q silver cross
The other man did not answer. His
mind was cropping back. The silver
cross hung under the light and all about
mists Of darkness gathered. Even
Thad5s voice seemed like q distant bell,
so swept away was Curran,s percep-
ton of time and place. M
"A silver cross which Ladcau TOOK
TO an old silversmith he knew in New
Orleans. An eccentric fellow, II seems,
who, out of vanity. used to keep an ac-
count OF all h stuff he manufactured.
be marked them all. and from him La
deau learned exactly to whom this wa
sold. 1t was bought by this Madame
Artois and given to your child" i
Curran leaped to seize the thing un-
getting at? BY God, this was stolen
stolen by Ladeau from John Lind
"Exactly. 1t belonged to this girl
And still the man before him CROPPED
at the unbelievable. His clutch about
the silver o frightened. He STUN
bled forward and. as Tanner stepped
back. sank in the boss chair.
DO you believe me?"
,Curran did not answer. Then he
whirled up. mo, you lie! This CROSS
what Is 1t? There might be 100 like it,"
TANNER smiled again. He reached to
9 desk button. II had arranged
Things with some care. I did not wish
TO have this affair balk on me. And
there was no actual need Of more tban
nessl' "a 0' W."
Curran was aware that the door had
opened. He looked to see old MIchigan
there, his hat of, his eyes staring won
deringly GU of his white beard. He
tumped notselessly across Thad Tan
Mr.. Wiley-the old rebel turned hurt
scared eyes upon his frtend-'T didn't
want to come hyar, but they had ma
me sheriff and the district atfornev
and the judge-they could done sent
me to jail for 100 years on all my yhis-
Ky paroles II I hadn't come. But ia
s.sone Tor you. MI. Curran. If you'd
I'm glad" ~
"Glad?" Curran felt the old rough
nand closing over his own, keeping hi1
senses to reason. Uncle MfchI"
MY little girls done found her IA
From his chair the gray boss smiled.
S ss tnat the drama acted out it
self without word from him.
"Ladeau done t." went On M,o,n..
He just put It all together when he
round that little cross and chair p
LoIo MIN all ! knew OF Aurelie. iIIat an
I've told everybody. And he knew yoti'd
nad a child down there. And he knew
tnls very little cross was given TO bar!
uy some OLD woman-and then he took
the whole story to Mr.. Tanner and
Ianne sent him south, ard he fo,1nd
ne sliversmith-and II was ali trreI
MT. Wiley. the same little girl I done
orlns up-riyer was the same one thew
put In the Holy Family asylum--your
little girl, Mr.. Wiley!" ou1
sun the father had no word. T-has
tanner wiped his glasses. He sighed;
II might have been sympathy FOR ths
dumb man under the light. Judge Van
hart q rested his head upon his
nand. Thad murmured. after the nc ,ssa.
1 mink my friends. the case In
Il think" whispered Michigan. shat
youll be glad for her"
49, SuTTdu EeaCned nlIf
again for Mich's hand. Glad for beri
He had been glad for her, and h had
led MIN on, found for him the COLA ~
mans work, a. world ~
achleVement, a life--a soul! Now the
phantoms were d~issolvtng. For her he
was called to give them up. Even
his reconciliation. ~
Il think, Mr.. Curran, o viii with
draw. Your daughter, grown to wom-
anhood here; her success, her good
name-everything points to your resi1-
nation: Ladeau 10 bought to silence
NO other soul. except the persons In
this room, knows the real facts. And
We ne glanced at Judge Van Hart
G Keep our counsel. But the price.
CuTran. is this. I have had a paner
withdrawal. It merely states that for
Observation-Disclosures and personaI-voII
will not contest the election In the
Eighteenth congressional district to-
morrow"
The man before him muttered. THE
my name"
The little boss shrugged. TT does
not matter. You Northumberland. II
will be t~elegraphed to every precinct In
our district. No word OF explanation
nothing" The voice was sounding
OUT Oh q mehsufeleSS PAT to CurrRn's
brain. Your daughter, Curran. Not
to save yourself, remember. But her,
your child. who grew up beside you
here all unknown"
The tumble OF q paper came to Cur
rams hand. He saw It under the glare
OF the light above the table. Dizzy
words, typewritten-he could not tell of
what, Only he must The
splendid structure Of his new self, his
worth, his power, his life, had fallen.
II was the price of youths adventure.
He would pay.
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