The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-30
CHAPTER xxi.
The Price Of Peace.

striking from ambush, without warn
ing. So did the telegram which found
Sandry idling among these women, &c
strangely mixed up with his life, who
held together for his sake, though
wide apart as the poles. It said sim
ply. Come at once. Mr.. Wilton San
dry failing rapidly" and was signed by
the famous specialist.
When the young man read 1t his
face went white as swooning WON
ans and the hands that held the vel.
low paper shook uncontrollably.
His lips set with a deadly illness
and he stared unseeingly out across
the slough.
THE incentive!" triumphed Poppy
Ordway. but oh, why must it take him
from me Just now! | hate it," and
sullenAnger and disappointment flared
for an unguarded moment in her eyes
But the face of Siletz between its
braids had suddenly fallen into the
mold of grief, faithful reflection of
porch to step softly, unconsciously
near, with her hands clasped in dis
tress.
An hour later the owner of the Dill
lingworth gave hand to Poppy and
Siletz simultaneously, looked from one
face to the other, saw Love in the
black eyes and the blue, and felt a
Jain at mis- heart that he could not
explain
Ma put motherly touch on his
shoulder and said word that was
simple and earnest and tender as her
great heart. John took his last hur-
ried orders, and Sandry was off in the
rig he had telephoned for to Toledo.
Weak and sad and torn by emo
tons, he watched for two whole days
the great West slide by his pullman
window--that wondrous West whose
subtle charm had laid abiding hold
upon his soul. Then the middle West
raced past-Montana, Idaho, with their
bleak stretches OF lonesomeness, and
he roared into Chicago on the Trans
continental only to shoot out again on
his race with death. He saw that East |
begin to come back to him, and for |
some strange reason it mad lost its |
charm. Was this what ne had yearned |
for, there among the mighty hills! |
These packed and crowded cities, with |
their noise and clangor, their trail.As I
smoke, their hurrying multitudes and |
their dirt-stained, towering piles OF /
stone and mortar?
YEARLY he closed his eyes and gave
1t all up, turning his sick thoughts
upon the benign old face of his father
So at last he reached New York,
looked with odd unfamiliarity upon it's
gayety and life, and hurried to the
great old house in Riverside drive
Breathless, weak, scarce able to
stand for the strain on his right limb,
Sandry paused with Higgins lowering
idoringly around him in the dusky,
iraped hall before the magnificent
Dom of the worries and browns.
There was the ache of tears in his
hroat, terrible horror of what lay
behind the closed doors, an unendur-
lble anguish of abnormal love, put he
squared his shoulders, lifted his head
Vim Liz NANJ al anu C1tOA Co.
lie even called smile to his lips.
In the high-canopied, copper-posted
led lay the ola financier The fine
I'D face with its pleasant tracery was
marked by the hand of the Last Ac- 1
ountant, but it was still the face of
great and good man, still neld it's
enignity, its kindliness and courtli
ess.
Now, with Sandrys step, mighty !
ladness fell upon it, light OF Joy
hat was all-illuminating.
''Walter!" he cried out in voice
momentary strength, "Oh, my sonl
Iy son!'
And with a shudder to the boys \
ars came an echo, "Absalom!"
He dropped beside the bed, gath /
red the white head in his arms, ana
,cked to and fro as women rock In
nguish.
Presently Mr.. Wilton Sandry pushed
is son from MIN with falling hands
nd gazed upon his face with the
arved eyes of Iong-denied affection.
my boyI" he whispered brokenly, |
ny lifes crown, the point OF my
hole SUGGEST"
The long. white hands quivered on
lndry's shoulders. The bright, blue
res began to light marvelously.
Il am at the end OF my journey,
alter, and it mas been a splendid
urney-a grand 1ourney-and | thank
y Maker for it! have been blessed
yond most men, beyond my deserts.
our mother-she was above price, Il
mot estimate her by any method IL
lie was my one love and nave never +
ought OF another in all my long life. Il
ay you ind her equal, my son, pure 8,
)man with a heart of the gold OF e,
dying love. She was an EstaDrook-
e best blood in the country. She left "a.
: you-a son such as only she could "
iva-and YOU nave proved worthy OF T.
r life. In character, intellect, up
what son you are!" sc
The great specialist standing in the 81
tanned alcove of the window behind a
, empty wheeled chair, turned anx-
sly. Little Doctor Gentry came tor IN
I'd, hesitating VI
Not too much, Mr.. Sandry." he ci