Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-08-02


of the few great real successes possible OF
achievement in this country"
His methods are not mine" pleaded the
prosecutor, falling back upon his platform.
Exactly. He secures support; you. OPP
position"
would you have me adopt his methodist
II would have you secure his results"
she declared firmly.
There was hungry look in the mans
eyes as he spoke:
And II do?
"Oh. II you only would !" her young voice
rang out clearly, hopefully.
And I'll find you waiting for me?"
"At the top Of the hill, Billy!' She held
out her hand. Think over what I've said
--Goodbyr'
CHAPTER TX
AFTER seeing Miss Bloodgood to her
n carriage Murgatroyd's thoughts were
in a maze Of bewilderlng complexity. AS a
matter Of fact, his peace Of mind was wholly
gone; and It was with a far different feeling
than any he had heretofore experienced that
he sought his downtown club for luncheon.
1t chanced to bo al time when stocks were
buoyant, and In consequence the atmos-
phere of the dining room was charged with
cheerfulness. But Murgatroyd was In no
mood to Join any Of the various groups
lunchlng together: on the contrary, he took
particular pains to seat himself at small
table apart from the others. where he gave
himself up at once to a mental rehearsal of
the scene In his office half hour ago.
Success at any cost Yes. that was the
way she had put It. Well, and why not ?
Was not that the modern idea-the spirit
of the age? And should he hold O mere slip
of a girl responsible 70! putting into words
| what every woman thinks? Ridiculous
= And the United States Senate was
4. Il
| for Thorne! The organization, the brewers
| the railroads. would send him there-buy
| him the job! Yes, her friend Thorne would
| be a success, achieve greatness: while he
William Murgatroyd, would be likely, al
the expiration of his present term Of office
| to find himself dead politically, become q
cipher professionally as well.
| Presently the waiter brought his lunch
con. None of the dishes suited him; the
servant was taken to task; the head
| waiter was summoned: the dishes were
| changed, and still they did not taste right
Finally muttering to himself comments
derogatory to the clubs cuisine. Murga-
| troyd pushed away his plate, lit a cigar
| and fastened out Of the building.
| Lost in an abyss of depression he sank
! wearily into the seat at his desk II was
thus that McGrath found him when he
entered to announce that he had brought
! down Pemmican.
Murgatroyd stared at him DULY.
! "Pemmican?" he repeated. who the
1 deuce is Pemmican?"
| "Thunderation burst from the lips OF
| McGrath.
why your star witness in the Challoner
| case 7"
This brought Murgatroyd to earth.
| well, don't bring him in," he said I'M
| patiently 'I'll ring when want you
McGrath was dumfounded. In fact, his
| astonishment at his superior's evident dis
| inclination to proceed Immediately with the
examination Of Pemmican was such that
| 1t came very near to making him forget
that there was another reason for his
| presence there
Another lady to see you, counselor
said McGrath half-apologetically. 'It's
| Mrs. Chaloner this time" Murgatroyd
| looked up quickly.
Mrs. Challoner! Why didn't you say SC
| before? Show her In at once!", And as
that person came through the door Murga.
| troyd rose and went forward to meet her
| saying
"IIow do you do, Mrs. Challoner? II you
| had let me know that you wished to see me
| l should have been glad to call on you
| What can do for you?"
For a moment Mrs. Challoner did no,
| answer, but looked susplciously about to see
| whether any one else was present.
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