Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-03-03
CHAPTER XXI.
The Price of Pc ace.


Important events have way of
striking from ambush. without warn
ing. So did the telegram which found
Sandry idling among these women. so
strangely mixed up with his life, who
held together for his sake, though
wide apart as the poles. 1t said sim
ply, Come at once. Mr.. Wilton San
dry failing rapidly" and was signed by
the famous specialist.
When the young man read it his
face went white as a swooning WON
ans and the hands that held the vel
low paper shook uncontrOlla bly,
His lips set with a deadly illness
and he stared unseeingIy out across
the slough.
THE incentive!" triumphed Poppy
Ordway. but oh, why must it take him
from me Just now! | hate it," and
sullen anger and disappointment Jared
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
6andry's own. and she slid off the
porch to step softly. unconsciously
near. with her hands clasped in dis
uess.
An hour later the owner of the Dill
Hngworth gave a hand 20 Poppy and
Siletz simultaneously, looked from one
face TO the other, saw Love in the
black eyes and the blue. and felt
pain at his heart that he could not
explain.
Ma put . motherly touch on his
shoulder and said a word that was
simple and earnest and tender as her
great heart. John took his last hur.
ried orders. and Sandry was off in til =
rig he had telephoned for to Toledo
Weak and sad and torn by emo
lions, 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.
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
adoringly around him in the dusky.
draped hall before the magnificent
room OF the worries and browns.
There was the ache OF tears in his
throat. terrible horror of what lay
behind the closed doors, an unendur
able anguish of abnormal love, but he
squared his shoulders, lifted his head
with his old. jaunty air and entered
He even called smile to his lips.
In the high-canopied, copper-posted
bed lay the old financier. The fine
old face with its pleasant tracery was
marked by the hand of the Last Ac-
countant but ii was still the face of
a great and good man. still held its
benignity, its kindness and courtli-
ness.
Now, with Sandry's step a mighty
vladness fell upon it. light ot joy
that was all-illuminating.
"Walter!" he cried out in a voice
of momentary strength. "Oh. my son!
My son!"
And with shudder to the boys
ears came an echo. "Absalom!"
He dropped beside the bed. gath
cred the white head in his arms, and
rocked to and fro as women rock in
anguish.
Presently Mr. Wilton Sandry pushed
HIS son from him with failing hands
and gazed upon his face with the
~terved ewes OF long-denied affection.
"My bowl" he whispered brokenly.
my life's crown. the point OF my
whole SUGGEST"
The long. white hands auivered on
n.ndrv's shoulders. This bright, blue
eyes began to light marvelousiy.
u am at the END of NY journey,