The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1917-09-29
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r-,y,. kennfon, Home Secre-
., man Of forty; and his
friend Hatehard. the oarrister' 'o''''
years older. a
Tbev now stood on Its. summit. ~nefe
ia ,;r breaks away sheer Into cnatN
clir fronting the fertile plain OF luz
weald Of Kent Many hundred 1eee oe
low 1t drowsed into the sunshine OF q
Sunday afternoon IN summer. orea1n'ne
a, tranquility and contentment ana INC
peace Of humble work carried out GULL
fully By simple. upright. God-tear'nS
couutry-folk-
Rpt on the summit above there was
raeinr a conflict OF emotion and Will oe-
tween two men OF complex temperament
"A CONFLICT vital to the future OF Travis
Kennion. He was q man great IN many
RESPECTS. a man with ideals pitched h'sn'
vet with one kink Of character when
threatened to ruin his career ana cut
short his splendid services 20 the ma
ton.
.Tvs brought you up here" said the
r. c., ito try to make you realize your
position. Socially and politically you're
standing on the brink OF preciplce. a
few steps more"-he pointed to the ctin
at their teet-"and you 80 down to per-
diton.'
"Ana1ogies." replied Kennion YEARLY
az he stretched himself on the close
cropped turf, ARE all false. No one Sit
uation Is like any other. I do not ADMIT
the precipice In my case"
"But you've seer the same situation IN
the cases Of other men. Parneu ana
Kitty O'Shsa. for instance. The lure OF
a bright eye-and the man throws over
position. power. the worlds respect ana
everything that makes life worth living
AS soon as your affair becomes generally
known-and it's bound to leak out soon
your parliamentary career will De
made impossible for you. It's sheer
madness to go on
~ very beautiful madness" unused
Kennion.
WHO is the woman" asked Hatchard
sharply. It was in motor-car that ne
had seen her. at nighttime. and a mt
,or-veil and goggles make ample dis
ruisc, A.! he knew was that she was
woman Of their own world. and that his
friend was passionately fond OF her.
The Home Secretary made no reply.
This was not the first time he had been
questioned and cross-questioned and rea-
soned with by the X. c.. and he was
weary OF It all-obstinately. tercely
weary OF it.
III there's no consideration OF duty to
Your marty that will move you. think at
least OF your wife
At that Kennion blazed up into sudden
anger. Leave my wife out OF IT. ne
ordered You don't understand and
never will! My temperament Is so COM
plex that I scarcely understand It my
self. am like a bulb-one covering un-
der another, and one under announcer.
right down to tiny core. AT that core
is love and respect for my wife. This
his reference was plaintiffs belongs to
another layer Of my nature"
Slough It or
The sudden blaze Of anger had died
down, and a great WEAKNESS had now
come into Kennion's voice as he replied:
II can't don't think I want TO-
only want to be left alone. I've
been sleeping badly OF late and I'm
tired. There's the worry Of my Bill. IS
It worth while thrashing it through IN
face Of all the opposition 1t has roused'
That Is what ask myself. Haven't l
done enough for my country? Is the
fight worth while?'
His voice trailed away.
From far below came the silvery tinkle
Of bells from the cattle in the lush pas
lures, and a lark caroled high in the
heavens. The fertile Weald lay drows-
ing IN the summer sunshine breathing
Of tranquility and contentment and
peace. Into the soul Of the Home Sec
rotary crept a great longing to so down
into the lush rneadowland of life. to give
I'D the fight on the heights and hnd
peace with the woman he loved TO
and peace
Presently he SLEPT.
Hatchard had wandered OF moodliy
seross Medehham Down. slashing with
his stick at the heads Of the yellow rag
wort II. It would have done any GOOD
be would have thrashed his friend TO
bring him to a realization OF his mad
ness. The lure Of bright eye. and
great man like Travis Kennion was 70
sacrifice his position. power. WIFE,
friends. and his worth to the nation!
No loK1c seemed to move him one iota
Who could battle with such unreaSon!
IN this mood. concentrating hercely on
his own thoughts. he almost stumbled
into DR.. Wycherley. sitting in the shade
Of q furze-bush and studying notebook
half filled with tiny sketches OF men
and women-delicate little miniatures
where every line expressed inner char
acter.
Greeting Dr.. Wycherley cordially. the
barrtster asked what brought him to
Nedenhan Down.
The Wishing Well at Tildenstone."
answered the mental healer. "A pleas
ant example OF faith-cure-ordinarily,
perhaps. yet with points Of interest. l
have been studying crippled boy in the
village who has suddenly regained the
you up here? All. see, something more
ytan uaoaa ba ,fter-