The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-08-12

ginning to assert itself. A dull rec
seemed to have come into his cheel
I to stay.
will you be so kind as to let m.
know when Joan returns. Judge Brigt?'
L fancy you'll know 1t quite as soor
as | do" said the girls father with 8
smile.
That's not likely, sir" said Eric
calmly.
He walked rapidly in the direction OF
the public square. Not that business
called him there. but because he wanted
to be where humanity was thickest in
Corinth. He wanted to imagine him
the thing did not occur to him.. He
only knew that he hungered for some
thing gay, and bright, and whirltng.
The public square in Corinth was the
nearest approach to all that.
AT the corner of the quare ne stop
ped suddenly and looked about him as
If aroused from a doze. A short Bit
ter laugh broke from his lips.
Good he~aven!" he muttered, staring
across the desterted common "As
dead as Carthagenia itself. Why should
l stay here? What is there for me?
By George, I'll get out before I'm a
week older. Mary's right. What a
fool l am to think of wasting even a
day In this place. I'll tell Judge Bright
l can't a 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 the gaunt old man.
I've just come to a decision, uncle"
said Eric, q trace of excitement in his
voice.
I've an idea what it is, my boy.
You were looking at the new court
house. That tells the tale. 1t is a
handsome building"
NO, no! 1t isn't that, Uncle Horace.
wasn't thinking Of he court house."
cried Eric hastily.
Nevertheless. there must be a Bit
terness in your heart as you look at 1t.
You are Its creator, and yet the fact is
known only to you and me. You have
decided to tell the truth about the-er,
ahem-the design"
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. ct have not
given 1t a thought, Uncle Horace.
That's all past. I don't care-not
now"
Horace looked into his eyes. IT'S
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
There he is. over there,-under the
Massasoit awning" The utter irrele- |
vance of the remark had a curious eff
feet on Eric. He as at that instant
inkin Of Chetwynd BIagden.
turn pale.
He turned to follow the direction of
his uncle's gaze. a expecting to see
the huge figure of his cousin.
Adam Carr was standing near the en-
trance to the hotel, boldly detached,
but looking In the opposite direction.
day" said Horace, speaking as il to
himself. VIII he eve bring this
chase to-" He caught himself up with
a visible effort. and closed his lips as
II they Were never to be parted again.
What did he say in that letter,
cried Eric, his soul sick.
you or anyone else" said his uncle
harshly. But and here his face
seemed to turn positively livid-"daun
nm. VIII not let him see. I will never
let him know!"
Then. his manne changing like a
flash. he a~pologised for the single
hlasphemous word, and, thrusting his
arm through Eric's, deliberately led
MIN down the street toward Adam
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 cigartst'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
n pointed to q row Of small. nm
slightly buildings on the north side of
the square
Il own that row of buildings, Eric.
he said, as IL there was nothing else
In his tired, harassed brain but bust
affairs. They are an eve sore
aren't they? Well, Pm deciding that en-
tire block to the city OF Corfnth. What
IL more, sir, in the very center OF the
after we've demolished those
unsightly structures. there is to be
erected the handsomest public library
In the state. designed by he most able
I can think Of, and built un-
der his direction. 1t is to be- called
the Blagden Library, and 1t is to be
designed by Eric Midthorne, and it is
cost 100000. / am giving 1t to Co
rinth- I want you to build something
Tor me. Eric, that ] can be proud OF to
end Of my days."
Eric Stared. Uncle Horace, are you
RAJ mean. are Q In earnest? Do
you
Continued next week.