The Republican journal., 1920-06-17

al Suppose You'll Acknowledge Your.
self Whipped at Last. Bryce"
at him searchingly. 81 suppose you'll
acknowledge yourself whipped at last,
Bryce?" she ventured.
would it please you to have me
surrender" He was very serious.
Indeed it would. Bryce I'm tired
of fighting. l want peace. Tm-rm
afraid to let this matter go any fur
Their. I'm truly afraid
Il think l want peace, too," he an
swered. I'D be glad to quit-with
honor. And I'll do it, too, if you can
induce your uncle to give me the kind
of logging contract want with his
road"
Il couldn't do that, Bryce He has
you whpped-and he is not merciful
to the fallen. You'll have to-sur-
render Internationally" Again she
laid her little hand timidly on his
wounded forearm. please give I'D
Bryce-for my sake"
81 suppose I'll have to-" he MUIR
INJURED sadly. 81 dare say you're right
though one should never admit defeat
until he is counted out. | suppose"
he continued bitterly, "your uncle is
III high feather this morning."
81 don't know Bryce. He left in his
motor for San Francisco about one
O'Clock this morning"
For an instant Bryce Cardigan
stared at her; then a slow, hooking
little smile crept around the corners
of his mouth, and his eyes lighted with
mirth.
GLORIOUS news, my dear Shirley.
perfectly glorious So the old fox
has gone to San Francisco, Ell? Left
in a hurry and via the overland route,
Couldn't wait for the regular passen-
ger-Steamer tomorrow, Ell? Great
jumping Jehoshaphat! He must have
had important business to attend to-"
And Bryce commenced to chuckle.
"Oh. the poor old Colonel" he con-
tinued presently, "the dear old pirate!
What a horrible right swing he's run
ming into! And you want me to &C.
knowledge defeat! My dear girl, in
the language of the classic, there is
nothing doing. | shall put in my
crossing Sunday morning, and if YOU
don't believe it. drop around and see
me in action"
you mustn't try" protested Shirley.
"Rondeau is there with his crew
and he has orders to stop you. Be
sides. you can't expect help from the
police. Uncle Seth has made deal
with the mayor. l came prepared to
suggest a compromise, Bryce" she de
clared. but he interrupted her with
a wave of his hand.
"That for the police and that venal
Mayor Poundstone! Bryce retorted.
with another snap of his fingers. 'Tll
rid the city of them at the fall cleo
ton"
you can't afford compromise.
You've been telling me l shall never
build the N. c. 0. because you will
not permit me to. You're powerless,
l. lCil you. small uuIlu IL.
"You shan't" she fired back at him,
and spot Of anger glowed in each
cheek. You're the most stubborn
and beligerent man have ever
known. Sometimes l almost hate
you"
Come around at ten tomorrow
morning and watch me put in the
crossing-watch me give Rondeau and
his gang the run" File reached over
suddenly lifted her hand. and kissed
it. "How love you, dear little antag-
onist!" he murmured
IF you loved me, you wouldn't op-
pose me-" she protested softly. II tell
you again, Bryce. you make it very
hard for me to be friendly with you"
II don't want to be friendly with
you, You re driving me crazy, Shir-
ley. Please run along home, or wher-
ever you're bound. I've tried to under
stand your peculiar code. but you're
too deep for me; So let me go my way
to the devil. George Sea Otter is out
side asleep in the tonneau of the car.
Tell him to drive you wherever you're
gong. I suppose you're afoot today.
for I noticed the mayor riding to his
Office in your sedan this morning"
She tried to look outraged, but for
the life Of her she could not take Of
Tense at his bluntness; neither did she
resent look which she detected in
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