The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-06-24

the proof. all OF it There's enough ot
II to put him comfortably where all
thieves ought to be-
Horace made q great effort to pull
himself together.
Win YOU be more specific. CARR" he
SAID. u his voice shook.
Adam looked at him In wonder, and
with q trace OF pity In his BYE
Its going to be pretty hard. Horace.
4 hope youth take It like q man,"
Horace Strengthened up; his gaze
tired to meet that OF the detective
without quailing.
Il have asked you to be quite specific,
Carr he repeated.
Where is your aon?" demanded
Adam abrutly.
Horace seemed to draw his shoul-
ders in as If his body was undergoing a
Tightening process.
My son? He-See here. Carr. what
DO you know OF him2 Where is he.
Don't waste words. For-for Gods
sake, out with lit"
know where ge sae he 81 g sa demanded anna sdu ADM upaa
loudly. isn't he at home?"
Ssh! Not SO loud, please! No. he is
not at home. ! will be quite frank
with YOU, he did not come home last
night. He's-Ae's gone,
go yoa bpSdhlA6 luS lIuIH9 e.
'Sir!"
Il understand, Horace. It is natural
for a father to shield his son. He con-
Ifessed to you. You are going to stand
by him while"
Carr. as God is my witness, / lid
to your eyes out there in the bank a
Few minutes ago. Then, something
seemed to tell me what it was you had
come to say-and to do. Now, Adam, /
am asking you how much you want.
What is your price? r.
to strike. A savage light leaped into
his eyes.
That's the second time you've asked
me that question. I'll answer 1t his
time" He stuck his hands into his
coat pockets and faced Mr.. Blagden
have to pay 1t. You'll be a long time
doing it, Horace. but it's got to be paid.
Once you cus me Of being a thief.
You drove me out Of this town. dis
graced. You
7 was a boy then, Adam. We are
that"
Adam held up his hand. you have
never publicly admitted our error.
even though you knew you were wrong.
All these years you have allowed Co
rtnth to believe that you are still un-
convinced. I want to say to you now
that I wouldn't sell the knowledge !
have of your sons ~Tottenness for all
the money in this bank. You can't pay
my price In money, Horace. You can
good man. Good men suffer harder
than bad men. You had no mercy on
your sister. You are pleased to say
that she's in hell; that's enough for
you. Your children? You--well, we
won't speak Of them. I p you
can't help being wha you are"
Il am an honest, God fearing man
a Christian whose"
And like that other God fearing
nan You have a prodigal son. Will
you have the courage to kill a fatted
calf when he returns to you blackened
sign him to the devil as you did your
sister because she was not good enough
to come in for your passover"
MY boy can be saved. The cases
arc not the same"
boy?"
Have you done with this! What do
you mean to do?"
II am going to put my proofs-and
they are Observation-Disclosures the peo-
pie Of Corinth.'
Horace Eyed him quite calmly. He
was master Of himself once more, SO
far as outward appearances are CON
cerned.
This Institution Will not prefer
charges against the son of its presi-
dent. I shall restore all Of the money
that is missing. That will be the end
OF it."
Not exactly said Adam. with a
smile. you forget me. I am going
to hunt this world over until I find
the thief. Then I shall bring him back
to you. 1t rests with the bank. Of
course, whether he shall be sent to
prison. But I shall do my part, never
fear. You can't keep me from hunting
him down, and you can't keep me from
giving the story to the world. Sit Town.
Horace. I want to tell you Just what
/ know of your sons actions"
Half an hour later, Adam Carr left
the bank. Before 5 o'clock in the at
ternoon. representatives Of New York
and Boston papers were in Corinth IN
v~estigating the report that the son OF
Horace was a defaulter, and that he
had fled.
The whole blighting story of Chef
wynd's crime was to find its way into
the great newspapers.
Cor1nth was appalled,!
Once more Todyille rejoiced, and
along the water front the denizens
spoke without fear or restraint. The
SNUG little city was shaken as by n
monster convulsion.
A Blagden had gone wrong! A malo
Blagden! A son of The Blagden at
that!