Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-06

drop, ard everybody'll be happy ever after
ward Then he handed her the matter he
had written. @Be my good angel, Girl, and
find way to put these into the telegraph Of
fee when they let you out. It's just as told
you this afternoon: it's great stuff, the
greatest I've ever had chance to put over
She took the manuscript half absently.
@You say everybody will be happy, Wally
Does that mean that you know of some way
to unite this frightful tangle?'
at does-just that he exulted, losing
his head in sudden rush of exaltation. And
then, with a lovers fatuouS assurance, he
told her the truth,-how neither Hemming
nor Rawlins was concerned in the Mauld1n
raid, save as the one had ridden forty miles
across country from Green Springs to try
to prevent it, and the other, believing that
Rawlins was the raid leader, had gone in to
save his sisters lover and so had fallen into
place as Rawlins' subtitute.
When he got through she was standing
up, and her face was very pale.
Il don't quite understand she said
slowly. 3You know all this, and you have
told no one?'
mo one but you, and you mustn't tell
until after the showdown. The story will
climax when that fine old gentleman you in
PRODUCED me to this afternoon faces his son
in the prisoners dock, and the son, knowing
what's coming to him, will take the gaff for
sheer chivalry's sake. The jury will con-
vict hint can't do less when the boys
own father is the trial Judge. Then, when
we've got the picture on the films, I'll have
myself called as a witness"
Il can't hear you, Wally,' she said, staring
past him to the Pickering lamp bracketed on
the wall. "All can hear is the crash and ruin
of-oh, Wally, Wally, why did you tell me?"
FOR the first time in his strenuous race to
l the top of the ladder Walter Harding
found himself facing condition that he had
often described the man in his brutal ma
terialism constrained to look upon his own
terrifying image as it was mirrored in pure
woman's soul. The sight gave him re-
vulsive shock, bringing vivid and humiliat-
ing memories of the free-handed, generous
Wally Harding who had lived and died and
given place to a demoniac of ambition.
Il see now what you mean Girl, he said
gently, when the mirror had done its work.
am not in your class. was once, think;
but I'm not any more. Another glimpse of
what have just seen would finish me. I've
lost out somewhere along the road. There
was time when this thing I've been pro-
posing would have looked the same to me
as it does now to you
But you can see 1t now, CAM you! she
asked eagerly. @Oh, know you must see
it, Wally dear! And think-oh, just think
for one little minute what it means to Cassie
and all the others, old feud dead and
buried forever, and-cant you see it, Dear?"
while am looking in your eyes, yes
@Then I'll give you the eyes, so that you
can look into them all the time" she quav-
cred, with pitiful little smile; and at that
he took her into his arms and kissed her.
aDig, Girl-dig hard!' he whispered to
the pink ear that was nearest. Somewhere,
down under all the brickbats and rubbish,
I'm hoping you'll find something that will
grow in time into the stature of the man
you've been fondly imagining loving.
Now you may go and tell Sheriff Gilkey to
come running. And throw that copy paper
into the fire when you get back to the house.
It's great stuff; but we'll kill it.
TWO days later the great Chicago daily
printed carefully written article on
the tobacco war in Western Tennessee, CIV
ing the causes that had led up to the con-
flict and rather labored discussion of the
general situation, eked out with many pretty
words and phrases.
@Thats one time missed it on Harding"
said the managing editor gruffly, tossing the
damp sheet over to the city man. 3Hes like
some authors I've met -loSeS his r,,nct