The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1914-04-09

Nneit lne utNll uots ne come VI
meanwhlle?"
The receiver pursed his lips u
knew his father" he said "lle had
the same crazy quixotic streak"
lie gathered the scattered docu
ments and locked them carefully with
the satchel ir a safe Spectacular
young ass" he said explosiyely
Il should say sol" agreed Fargo
DO you know | used to be afraid my
Katharine had leaning toward him.
But thank GCd. she's a sensible girl"
Dusk had fallen that evening when
John Valiants Panhard turned into a
cross-street and circled into the yawn.
ing mouth OF his garage
l:ttle later. the bulldog at his
heels. he ascended the steps OF his
club. where he lodged-he had dis.
posed OF his bachelor apartments
fortnight ago. The cavernous seats OF
the lounge were all occupied, but he
did not pause as he strode through
the hall lie took the little pile OF
letters the boy handed him at the
utsh anu went hiONll up Nht hAdll way
lie wandered into the deserted libra.
ry and sat down. tossing the letters
on the magazine-littered table. lie had
suddenly remembered that 1t was his
twenty fifth birthday
In the reaction from the long strain
he felt physically spent He thought
OF what he had done that afternoon
with sense OF satisfaction. A re-
versal OF public Judgment, in his own
case, had not entered his head. He
knew his world-its comfortable facul-
ty OF forgetting. and the multitude OF
sins that wealth may cover. To pre-
serve at whatever personal cost the
one noble monument his fathers
genius had reared. and to right the
wrong that would cast its gloomy
shadow on his name-that had been
! his only thought. What he had done
would have been done no matter what
! the outcome OF the investigation. But
now, he told himself. no one could say
the act had been wrung from him.
That. he fancied. would have been his
/ fathers way
| lie smiled-a slow smile OF remlnis-
cence-for there had come to him at
| that moment ,he dearest OF all those
memories-a play of his childhood.
lie saw himself seated on a low
| stool, watching a funny old clock with
a moon-face, whose smiling lips curved
up like military mustachios. and wish
ing the lazy long hands would hurry.
] 10.
corridor to the door OF big room
! strewn with books and papers. that
/ through some baleful and mysterious
spell could not be made to open at
/ al! hours When the hands pointed
right, however. there was the open
Sesame"-his own secret knock, two
fierce twin raps. with one little lone
failing. Safe inside, he saw himself
standing on a big. polar.bearskin. the
door tight-locked against all comers
an expectant baby figure with his lit
tie hand clasped In his fathers. The
white rug was the magic entrance to
the Never-Never Country. known only
to those two.
Wishing House. Wishing House
where are you?"
Then the deeper voice quite unrec
ognizable as his father's) answering:
Here ] am, Master; here | am"
And instantly the room vanished
and they were in the NeverNeve
Land. and before them reared the big
gest house in the world, with row o
white pillars across its front mill
high.
John Valiant felt an odd beating o
the heart and tightening OF tn
throat. for he saw n scene that neve
faded from his memory. II was tn
one hushed and horrible night. whei
dread things had been happening tina
he could not understand. when a bi