Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1916-06-23
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then break into hammering gallop Of |
triumph. He closed the door sharply, |
and Sewer turned.
'Well?" Farquhar said quietly.
81 have come for your apology"
''Then you have come on fruitless
Grand"
A tremor seemed to pass over Sow
er's body. The brown, slightly pro-
truding eyes filckered. Suddenly and
terribly his self-restraint broke down.
81 am the Jew, am l not-the son of
Jew?-Very well-now l shall act
like oner'
He began to pace the room with
short, feverish steps. Il am going to
tell you something no one has ever
heard before. Only three people know
it, and they have held their tongues
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 well / know
things. But you are very proud of
him-and rightly. He was brilliant
soldier and something of an. Inventor
He invented a gun that, though 1t
would be twenty years old now, would
still rank head and shoulders above
anything we have. 1t was unfortunate
that he spent more than he had and
gambled with what he did not possess.
The British government was, as usual,
dilatory and parsimonious. Colonel
Farquhar offered his invention to a
foreign power. My father knew ev
erythng. l was 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 a last act of friendship
he warned your father Of his purpose.
Your father murdered him.
my father lived a few hours"
Sewer 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
foreign power, the second that he re-
signed his commission, the third that
4 he left the country. These things he
did"
"My father died in Africa" Far
quhar said.
$50 l have been told"
There was a long silence. Sewer
studied the younger man out OF the
corner of his eyes. There was some
thing he did not fully understands
phase Of humanity that did not fit in
with his carefully drawn up catalogue
This red-hot temperament grown sud
denly cold frightened him. 1t was like
handling an unknown explosive.
"Your father signed 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 1t carefully withou
any trace of emotion.
81 understand" He held the pape
thoughtfully, as though weighing 1t
"Of course it is obvious that this Il
of great value to me. How much d.
you want?"
81 am in no need of money. 1t 4
your career or NINE" he said. "Yol
must resign. Half an hour since
would have been satisfied with al
apology"
Farquhar nodded.
81 give you my word of honor that
shall send in my papers tonight in re
turn for this letter"
,, II accept your word. The letter
in your hands,"
,, Farquhar started slightly and the
, smiled.
"Ah, 1 might have burned it. 70
are a man of remarkable discernmen
!, Well, our bargain is closed. l dare ga
| have to thank you for your long 8
lence in this matter. But virtue is II
, own reward. Good night"
Sewer took up his hat from th
table. He frowned at his own han(
which shook.
"You are confoundedly cool about
q ALL" he said. Zone would think 20
, didn't care"
b The door closed Farquhar weI
back to his writing table. He did NJ
= tear up the yellow, faded letter, b,
propped 1t against bronze candlestic
n and sat there staring at it with blan
eyes, Then he began to write. q
v wrote four letters One was to Il
e. war ofice. When he had finished
e opened a drawer and took out an arm
.r revolver which he examined and the
,e loaded carefully. He switched of Il
10 electric lamp. He went over to Il
ar hearth and stamped his fathers COME
10 sion into the embers. The polish'
III barrel winked like an evil silver e.
,e In the reflected freight.
as "Mr. Farquhar-are you there"
I'd His hand still lifted, frozen by 81
prise into immobility, he saw In t