Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1916-02-04

Clicked Their Glasses and Spoke a
Phrase Which Puzzled Him.
this time.l He scanned the faces of
the prospective travellers who were
gathered about the various gates.
Suddenly he held up his hand and
disappeared up the stairs. Noncha-
lantly Crawford followed.
HE is standing by your gate, sir,
watching"
Wonder what the dickens it's all
about?"
Gray fedora. Now, I'll bid you good
by. sir. He may or may not know you
but If he saw me with you he'd know
I'll make for the street. Here's the
tickets. sir Ii anything turns up III
wire, and if YOU need me send
The two shook hands.
There was admiration on both sides
and no little affection. Warren did not
depend upon Cranfords bounty. He
had truck farm over in New Jersey
that paid him well. He was like d
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all other wines palled.
He was adventurous in spirit, and
once upon time Crawford had pluck
ed him out of the rut of commonplace
a wild scramble over roofs, the spat
spat of bullets against brick and stone
down into strange skylight, and q
mad dash into the street. Smugelers
of the lower grade, bent upon reprisal
Presently Crawford passed out of the
gates to his Pullman.
The dark, handsome young man will
the scar on his chin was absolutely un
known to him. What did he, want
What was in the air? ae ~
The young man Immediately left the
gate. Farther up the line he stopped t.
speak to Il short and wiry man with 6
bristling mustache.
I'm going back to Smead. III fol
low in a few days. Keep under cover
Go fishing I'll write you "A description
of this Crawford chap. He's leaving
tonight for the American side"
"Whatg'
kle May be blind; again, we may
know nothing. Up to you two to fine
out. If he's really fishing why, there's
no worry. We need not change any
Of our plans. Besides, he never works
on this side. Fish, you two. Put III
a bluff anyhow. No cards. no whisky
The old man'll break you if you Sill
up through carelessness. Good lucl
to your
Half an hour later he was back II
Smead's room.
"Well, boy?"
Crawford left tonight for the river
Now. don't get excited. He had his
gums and tackle. Probably goes to fish
and hunt. His valet has gone over t.
Jersey. It's not possible that Gran
ford knows anything. but he has the
devils own luck In falling on Il
things. I'm going to get into his room,
tonight and take a look at his CORE
Epondence. l want indisputable proof.
Don. you've got nerve. Where die
you get IT,
VIA Dc a littiC Aiohi yOu may NC 4
little from her. She must have had
Aerve to marry you, knowing what sh.
lid
Leave your mother out Of this talk
What's the matter with you lately
anyhow
"Gets under your ribs to think OF
her. eh?"
after all, am your father"
He spoke calmly. He knew OF cid
the futility of loosening the heat OF
his wrath against this boy, who al
ways grew correspondingly cold ant
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ITO papa. lovingly from his sol
Donald" sid the young man In high
piping. childish voice. Then he whirl
ed upon the man in the chair. Maud
lin sentiment from you. doesn't fit fp
Drop It. If I'm your.son it's only on
of those chances of life, had moth
ing to do with It, I'm merely you
lieutenant. I'm in the game for tn
sport and the CASH In one thing onl.
do differ from you'll never break IN.
word and don't you to me. Very few
persons know that / am Michae
Smead's sou. For that I'm grateful
You stay here In New York. I'll han
die this job. Going uptown now b
Cranford's
For a space Of thirty seconds b,
stared icily into his fathers eyes
shrugged and made for the door, which
he opened and closed gently enough.
Smead glared at the drab panels, bu
saw only the pictures and tableaul
Of a ragged life. Did he regret any o
it? At that moment he could not say
But fear Of kind crept into his lion
like heart What lay in the soul O.
this offspring of hisf