Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1916-03-10

night or two"
q government sneak who had spoiled
his sport. He would make Crawford
regret the day he had meddled with
him.
He looked at his watch.
Eleven o'clock He ought to be here
now, unless the lake was too rough.
He peered up at the sky, blue as
robins egg.
And then the door opened.
"Har' said Smead with satisfaction.
"How's the legE'
Better. I've cut out whisky for two
neeks''
i told you to- Well. everything on
my side runs like clockworl. II have
Crawford out eff the way in a night or
two Now what's your newsT'
1.-The steamer makes Quebec day
after Tomorrow; perhaps tomorrow
night. You trust t49t agent Of yours?'
Tile son laughed Not an inch.
Something better than that. Fear. He
knows me; false move means prison"
SnGead nodded approyingly.
THE right idea. Now listen. Don't
60 fcollHg around the water in the
morning. That's the time I'll wire you.
May send night message. haven't
asked you how you got your hands on
these things
Don't l shouldn't tell Fou."
"All right" amiably. = agreed to
back the game for a third. That's
enough for me. You've got a head ON
you. But don't forget flat Crawford
may have done some advising"
"All due to you. If you hadn't
dropped in he'd never dremed of any
thing off color But What's the use of
arguing with you|
mo use whatever. At best he'll never
tumble-he'll only worry and wonder.
I'd give ten thousand tobreak him."
'You can break him physically, If
you want to-
whats the good of that? l know
his breed. You don't break that sort
physically. You break him socially"
My words. But theirs fine chance
of that. tell you Their wasn't scrap
of paper as big as poltage stamp that
i ulu not 20 over.
Smead took from hi pocket a news
paper clipping. He passed it over to
his son.
All"
you never told mesbout that"
why should l hare told you? My
affair that" The young man laughed.
Good pupil, though. Whatf'
Boy" said Smead. what I've done
has been for the lore of the sport"
'Ah, indeed! 1t WIS just the love Of
sport that made yDr teach me how to
rifle cold deck, mark an ace with my
thumb nail and III that-just love Of
sport"
You'll land hard one of these days,
DON"
"Supposing / dof But perhaps l
shan't. Maybe I'm going TO turn over
new leaf, hut up a new country and
live straight uIder another name" The
son eyed his father. Smead's face
bored into his
Go your way, where you like and
when. But I'm hanged If you ever lay
hand on M pile when I'm done for.
That's tough luck! But would you
like to know what Id do with it if you
left 1t to ne? I'd give it to orphan
asylums. old ladies' hdmes and hospi-
tais-the places you've helped to ill.
Smead drew in a long breath slowly
.sWhat did Fou do With those emer-
alds-the real stones for which you
substituted the paste: III tell you
this, my lad never rIucked anything
but fat gulls. l neyAr took dollar
from a wOmal.'
You thought you We're going to
when you married the mother
chaIky mllor ovsrlaid the tan on
the sons race. who knows what you
have donegT He stepped c-ose.
With amazing suddenness the great
powerful hznds OF the seated man
reached on and caught the young man
BY the wrists, whiriing him TO his
knees
With is face but hands span
away he aid: .Yca puppy, stir and l1h
break yor wrists. SO help me- Try to
come il Ter me with your tongue, en-.
Thought because l can only nop
around IN one leg I'm something to
stick phs in. What the devils got