The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-07-29
CHAPTER .
The Reaching of a Decision.

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Frederick Cavcndish, sitting at small
table in n busy tafe where the night
life Of tho city streamed continually
In and out regurded the telegrhm
spread OUT upon the white napery. II
read:
"Bear Greek, Colorado. 4-2-5.
"FrederiCk Cayendlsh, College Club,
New York CITY.
"Found big lead; lost 1t again. Need
you badly. Westcott" i"
For the second time that night, too,
a picture rose before him, picture OF
great plains, towering mountains, and
open spaces that spoke Of the freedom
and health of outdoor living He had
known that life once before, when he
and Jim Westcott had prospected and
hit the trail together, and It's appeal
low sightseeing In the city was deeper
than ever.
"Good old jim" he murn ured,
"struck pay-dirt at last only to lose 1t
and he needs me. BY George. think
I'll Co."
And why should he not7 Only
twenty-nlne, he could still afford to
spend few years In search of living.
His fortune left him at the death of
his father was safely invested. and
he had no close friends In the city and
no relatives, except a cousin. John
Cavendlsh, for whom he held no love.
and little regard.
He had almost determined upon go
ing to Bear Greek to meet Westcott.
and was calling for his check when
HIS attention was arrested by a oolsy
party Of four that boisterously took
seats at nearby table. Cavendish
recognized the two women as members
Of the chorus of the prevailing Revue,
one of them Celeste La Rue, an ag-
gressive blonde with thin lips and
metallic voice, whose name was syn
onymous with midnight escapades
and flowing wine. His contemptuous
smile at the sight OF them deepened
into disgusted sneer when he saw
that one of the men was John Caven-
dish, his cousin.
The two mems eyes met, and the
younger, slight, mild-eyed youth with
listless chin, excused himself and
presented himself at the elders table.
won't you join usf" he said ner-
vously.
Frederick Cavendishs trim, bearded
Jaw frightened and he shook his head.
"They are not my people," he said
shortly. then retreating, begged. John,
when are you going to cut that sort
outT'
"You make me weary!" the boy
snapped. "Its easy enough for you
to talk when you've got all the money
that gives you an excuse to read me
moral homilies every time ask you
for dollar. but Miss La Rue is as
good as any one of your friends any
day."
The other controlled himself.
"What is 1t you wantr he demanded
directly. Money! If so, how much?"
"a hundred will do" the younger
man said eagerly. 81 lost little on
cards lately, and have to borrow. To-
night / met the girl"
Frederick Cavendsh silenced him
and rendered him the bills. "Now."
he said gravelv. "this Is the last, un-
less you cut out such people as Celeste
La Rue and others that you train with.
I'm tired Of paying bills for your inane
extravaganza and parties. ] can cur
tail your income and what's more, !
will unless you change"
For moment the dissipated youth
surveyed his cousin, then an angry
flush mounted into his pasty face.
"You-you-" he suffered, "-you
20 to hell"
Without another word the elder
Cavendish summoned the waiter, paid
the bill, and walked toward the door.
John started after him. smile of deri.
sion on his face. He had heard Cayen-
dish threaten before.
When Frederick CavendIsh reached
the street and the fresh night air
raced through his lungs he came to a
sudden realization and then resolu.
ton. The realization was that since
further pleading would avail nothing
with John Cavendish, he needed a les
son. The resolution was to give It to
him.
He turned the matter over in his
mind as he walked along until reflec.
tion was ended by the doors Of the
College club which appeared abruptly
and took him in their swinging circle.
He went Immediately to the writing.
room, laid aside his things and sat
down. The hrst thing to do, he de-
cided. was to obtain an attorney and
consult him regarding the proper steps
For no other reason than that they
had met occasionally IN the corridor
he thought Of Patrick Enright.
Calling Z Dage boy. he asked that