The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-08-12

ginning 10 assert itself. A dun red
seemed to have come into his cheek
70 stay.
WIN you be SO kind as to let me
know when Joan returns, Judge Brlgt7"
Il fancy you'1 know It quite as soon
as ! do" said the girls father with a
smile.
That's not likely. sir. said Eric
calmly.
He walked rapidly In the direction OF
b public square. Not that business
Jailed him there. but because he wanted
to be where humanity was thickest In
Corinth. He wanted to imagine him
self In Parisi The righteousness OF
the thing did not occur to him. He
only knew that he hungered for some-
thing gay, n bright, and whirling.
The public square in Corinth was the
nearest approach to all that.
At the corner OF the square he stop
ped suddenly and looked about him as
IL aroused from q doze. A short bit
ter laugh broke from his lips.
Good heaveni" he muttered, staring
across the desterted common. A
dead as Carthagenia itself. Why should
1 stay here? What Ia there for me?
week older. Mary's right. What q
fool l am to think Of wasting even a
day in his place. I'll tell Judge Bright
I can't take on the house for him. It's
out OF the"
A hand was laid on his shoulder. He
turned to face his uncle.
"A bad habit. Eric, talking aloud"
said he aunt old man.
I've just come to a decision, uncle"
said Eric, a trace Of excitement in his
voice.
i've an idea what II is, my boy.
You were looking at the new court
house. That tells the tale. 1t is a
handsome building"
NO. mol 1t isn't that, Uncle Horace.
I wasn't thinking OF the court house."
cried Eric hastily.
Nevertheless, there must be q bit
terness In your heart as you look at 1t.
o are its creator, and yet the act is
known only to you and me. You have
decided to tell the truth about the-er,
Horace was looking straight past his
nephew's head.
The young man noted the deepening
Of the lines about his lips.
He cried out in protest. Il have not
given 1t a thought, Uncle Horace.
That's all past. I don't care-not
now"
Horace looked into his eyes. TITS
a terrible lie I've been living all these
years, Eric. Sometimes I feel" The
sentence died on his lips. A slight
shiver went over his thin figure. His
face hardened and the warm light In
his eyes gave way to a hard glitter
Massasoit awning" The utter irreie-
vance OF the remark had a curious ef-
feet on Eric. He as at that instant
thinking Of Chetwynd Blagden.
WHAT" he gasped, feeling himself
turn pale.
He turned to follow the direction OF
his uncle's gaze. half expecting to see
fha. hI1oa 6OIlra Of hta rOitafn b.
Adam Carr was standing neal the en-
trance to the hotel. boldly detached,
but looking In h opposite direction.
Il had another letter from him to-
day" said Horace, speaking as IL to
himself. viii he never bring this
chase to-" He caught himself up with
q visible effort, n closed his lips rs
IL they were neve to be parted again.
What did he say in that letter,
Uncle Horace? I demand an answer
cried Eric, his soul sick.
Nothing that ! a speak OF to
you or anyone else" said his uncle
harshly. fBut-' and here his face
seemed to turn positively livid-"damn
him, I will not let him see, I will never
let hin knowi"
Then, his manner changing like a
flash. he ~apologised for the single
blasphemcus word, and, thrusting his
arm through Eric's, deliberately led
HlIu uOWu LuS SIEctI IOWdTQ AQam
Carr. They passed within arms reach
Of the man. whose back was still to-
ward them.
Good morning, Adam" said Mr..
Blagden as they passed.
Adam still gazed into the cigarist's
window.
Good morning, Horace" said he
briskly. That was all. They had been
passing the time OF day In this manner,
on widely separated occasions for years.
Out of hearing, Horace lifted his
arm and pointed to a row OF small, un-
slightly buildings on the north side Of
the uare
IT own that row Of buildings, Eric"
he said, as IL there was nothing else
in his tired, harassed brain but BUSH
ness affairs. They are an eye sore,
aren't they? Well, I'm deciding that en-
tire block to the city OF Corinth. What
Is more. sir, in the very center OF the
block, after we've demolished those
unsightly structures. there IL to be
erected the handsomest public library
in the state. designed by the most able
architect l can think of, and built un-
der his direction. It is to be called
the Blagden Library, and II Is to be
designed by Eric Midthorne, and Il IA
to cost $500. 900. / am giving Il TO Co
rinth. I want you to build something
for me, Eric. that I can be proud OF to
the end of my days"
Eric stared. Uncle Horace, are you
cra- I mean. ere o In earnest7 Do
you