The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-02-19
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an unpleasant laugh that Scrapeo
the others quivering nerves like hot
I 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 Yalley-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, if you're not
too damn honest He owns the Stony
River Valley bag and baggage. 1t was
big gamble and he lost"
Valiant was staring at the other
with a strange look Emotions to which
in all his self-indulgent life he had
been 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 sharel In his pitiful egotism
he had consented to be igurehead,
and he had been made a tool. A red
rage surged over him. No one had
ever seen on John Valiants 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
well-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 eleva-
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,
leaped upon the seat of FURNISHED
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 it 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 hun
dred familiar things and places, but he
saw nothing, till the massive marble
fronts of the upper park side ceased
their mad dance as the car halted be-
fore a tall iron-grilled doorway with
wide glistening steps, between win
dows strangely shattered and dark.
He sprang out and touched the bell |
The heavy oak parted slowly; the con-
fidential secretary of the man he had |
come to face stood in the gloomy |
doorway.
81 want to see Mr.. Sedgwick."
You can't see him, Mr.. Valiant"
But l 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."