The Pulaskian., 1916-06-23
By I. A. R. WILLIE
tAll rights reserved. The Bobbs-Merrill co.)

then break into a hammering gallon of triumph. He closed the door sharply, and Sower turned.
 Well? Farquhar said quietly.
 T have come for your apology"
 '"Then you have come on fruitless errand.''
 A tremor seemed to pass over Sow CTS body. The brown, slightly pro- truding eyes fiickered Suddenly and terribly his self-restraint broke down.
 T am the Jew, am not-the son of Jew?-Yery well-now I shall act like one!"
 He began to pace the room with short feyerish steps. T am going to tell you something no one has ever heard before Only three people know 1t, and they have held their tongues l your mother and Major Mowbray No-don't interrupt. You can't silence me with those damned eyes of yours You've got to listen. You don't remem- Der your father, do you? He WAS in India when you were a child, and your mother does not speak very often of him. You see how we'll I know things. But you are very proud of him-and rightly He was brilliant soldier and something of an inventor. He invented gun that, though it would be twenty years old now, would still rank head and shoulders above anything we have. It was unfortunate that he spent more than he had and l gambed with what he did not possess. The British government was, as usual, dilatory and parsimonious. Colonel 1 Farquhar offered his invention to foreign power. My father knew ev- erything. I was a young subaltern at the time. My father felt it his duty to inform the authorities. Previous to this he and Colonel Farquhar had been intimate. As last act of friendship he warned your father of his purpose Your father murdered him.
 My father lived a few hours," Sower went on deliberately. He was Jew, but he was a great man. He held your father in his power. He could have had his pound of flesh He had mercy. He let your father go-on three conditions. The first condition was that he withdrew his offer to the foreign power, the second that he re signed his commission, the third that he left the country. These things he did"
 My father died in Africa Far quhar said.
 'So I have been told"
 There was long silence. Sower studied the younger man out of the corner of his eyes. There was some thing he did not fully understand-a phase of humanity that did not fit in with his carefully drawn up catalogue. This red-hot temperament grown sud denly cold frightened him. It was like handling an unknown explosive.
 ''Your father signed a confession in front of witnesses. You will under stand that in view of the circum- stances it was felt necessary to have some hold over him. Here is the pa per"
 Farquhar accepted the neatly folded document and took it nearer to the light. He read it carefully without any trace of emotion.
 ''I understand" He held the paper thoughtfully, as though weighing it. "Of course it is obvious that this is of great value to me. How much do you want?"
 "I am in no need of money. 1t is your career or mine," he said. You must resign. Half an hour since I would have been satisfied with an apology"
 Farquhar nodded.
 q give you my word of honor that shall send in my papers tonight in re- turn for this letter"
 T accept your word. The letter is in your hands,
 Farquhar started slightly and then smiled.
 .Ah, I might have burned it. You are a man of remarkable discernment Well, our bargain is closed. dare say I have to thank you for your long si- lence in this matter. But virtue is it's own reward. Good night"
 Sower took up his hat from the table. He drowned at his own hand, which shook.
 "You are confoundedly cool about it all," he said. One would think you didn't care.''
 The door closed. Farquhar went back to his writing table. He did not tear up the yellow, faded letter, but propped it against bronze candlestick and sat there staring at it with blank eyes. Then he began to write. He wrote four letters. One was to the war office When he had finished he opened a drawer and took out an army revolver, which he examined and then loaded carefully. He switched off the electric lamp. He went over to the hearth and stamped lis fathers confes- sion into the embers. The polished barrel winked like an evil silver eye in the reflected freight.