The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-09-23

envelope in Mr.. Raymer's safe. If you
haven't taken your hands OIL of Mr..
Raymer's throat by three o'clock this
afternoon, the envelope will be
! opened"
! Jasper Grierson'e teeth met in the
marrow of the fat cigar. Equally with
out heat and without restraint, he
stripped her of all that was womanly,
pouring out upon her flood of foul
epithets and vile names garnished
with bitter, brutal oaths. She shrank
from the crude and savage upbraid-
ings as if the words had been hot irons
to touch the bare flesh, but at the end
Of 1t she was still facing him hardly.
Calling me bad names doesn't
change anything" she pointed out, and
her tone reflected something of his
own elemental contempt for the eu-
phemisms. "You have five hours in
which to make Mr.. Raymer under
stand that you have stopped trying to
smash him. Wouldn't it be better to
begin on that? You can curse me out
any time, you know"
Jasper Grierson's rage fit, or the
mud-volcano manifestation of it..
passed as suddenly as it had broken
out. Swinging heavily in his chair he
took up the papers again, reread them
thoughtfully, and then swung slowly
to face the situation.
Lets see what you want-show up
your hand"
Il have shown it. Take the prop of
your backing from behind this abor
trouble, and let Mr.. Raymer settle
with his men on basis of goodwill
and fair dealing"
lis that all?"
"No. You must cancel this pine-
land deal. You have broken bread
with Mr. Galbraith as a friend. and
I'm not going to let you be worse than
an Arab"
Griersons shaggy brows met in a
reflective frown, and when he spoke
the bestial temper was rising again.
when this is all over, and you've
gone to live with Raymer, I'll kill him, !"
he said, with an outthrust of the hard
jaw; adding: you know me. Madge"
Il thought did," was the swift: re-
tort. But it was a mistake And as
Tor taking it out on Mr.. Raymer, you'd
better wait until go to live with him,
as you put It. Besides, this isn't Yellow
Dog gulch. They hang people here"
You little she-devil! If you push
me into this thing, you'd better get
Raymer, or somebody, to take you in.
You'll be out in the street,"
i have thought of that, too," she
said, coolly; "about quitting you I'm
sick of it all-the getting and the
spending and the crookedness. I'd
put the money-yours and mine-in a
pile and set fire to it, if some decent
man would give me calico dress and
a chance to cook for two"
"Raymer, for instance?" the father
cut in, in heavy mockery:
Mr.. Raymer has asked me tosmar-
ry him, if you care to know" she
struck back
"Oho! So that's the milk in the
cocoanut, is it? You sold me out to
buy in with him."
You may put it that way, if you
like; don't care" She was drawing
on her driving gloves methodically
and working the fingers into place,
and there were sullen fires in the
brooding eyes,
i've been thinking it was the other
one-the book writer" said the father
Then, without warning: Hes a
damned crook"
The daughter went on smoothing
the wrinkles out of the fingers of her
gloves. What makes you think so?"
she inquired, with Indifference, real or
skillfully assumed.
Hes got too much money to be
straight. I've been keeping cases on
him.
Never mind Mr. Griswold," she in
terposed. He is my friend, and I
suppose that is enough to make you
hate him. About this other matter
ten minutes before three o'clock this
afternoon l shall go back to Mr.. Ray
mer. II he tells me that his troubles
are Strengthening themselves out, I'll
get the papers,"
You'll bring 'em here to me?"
| Some day; after I'm sure that you
have broken off the deal with Mr.. Gal
braith."
Jasper Grierson let his daughter get
as far as the door before he stopped
her with a blunt-pointed arrow of con-
tempt.
Il suppose you've fixed it up to
marry that college-sharp dub so that
his mother and sister can rub it into
you right?" he sneered
"You can suppose again. she re-
turned, shortly. IF I should marry
him, it would be out of pure spite to
those women. Because, when he
asked me, I told him No. You weren't
counting on that, were you?" And
having fired this final shot of contra
diction she departed
After Miss Grierson had driven
home from the bank between ten
and eleven in the morning, an admir-
ing public saw her no more until Just