New-York tribune., 1920-10-10
a bad sort and believes-it. He ~.
ally thinks / am in danger"

Susan got up and started toward
the postoffice She had not gone a.
when she turned off down s:Ax
street, walking slowly, thinking II
did not occur to her that her fa.ha.
might be right She he'd lust so
cided that nothing she could -
would serve to correct her fair >,
misapprehension Of the si.ea d.,
when she saw Rodney approach
She saw at once that he was doe "
hurt and deeply determined
Susan" he said bluntly, I've .,
to tell you that l love you
She looked up at him.
II love you too" she said sia.-,v.
He took step toward her 4
checked himself He coal' not e
her in his arms there 8Dt .fs ~
was an embrace. and hers a,s,v. ID
it.
Susan, cant do thing Il ii
I've finished that damned wall Ia
said. "But when I've done ths-
will you run away with me2"
'Yes," said Susan, - VIII"
"Till them" he said, II suppose I
can't even see you"
"No," Susan said Nv fath..
isl she hesitated, Stubborn
Rodney Bingham had managed al
much labor to gather three men who
understood dry walls. But the thres
men could not possibly finish the
job short Of six months. He had
taken down and put up enough wall
to inspect the job, but he had ac.
quired no skill. The amount he
could do himself was negligible. But
as the result of some hard thinking
he got a contractors directory Of
New England and sent out a hun.
dred kilograms for men who could
build dry wall. He got six good
workmen and ten vagabonds within
a week. He drove over the country.
side, one man sending him on to an.
other, and so on. He got as far as
the Berkshires in his search. In
two weeks he had twenty men at
work. In three weeks he had +ven.
ty-four. He continued to search out
men. By the hardest kind Of YORK
he was able to keep from twenty.
four to twenty-six men on the OBJ
The wall was finished on the 18th
day Of May.
Near o'clock in the morning Of
the 29th Susan sat in her bedroom
window, listening. She heard the
faint sound of a car 4 hundred wards
away. 1t was very dark, the air
heavy with mist. She heard faint
bump underneath her window. Look
ing out, she saw the end Of a ladder,
the rails heavily padded. She was
quite thoroughly frightened, but she
did not delay a moment. She turned,
put one foot on the top rung and
stepped quietly down.
Rodney Bingham grasped the lad
der firmly, raised it, laid it softly
down beside the house, then took
her hand. Neither spoke Together
they ran lightly across the yard, ran
down the strip of grass between the
sidewalk and the roadway to the cor
ner where he had left the car.
A mile outside Deep Harbor Rod
ney Bingham slackened speed.
"Is anything wrong?" Susan asked.
Rodney brought the car to full
stop.
Yes" he said. 81 have never
kissed you"
She had not thought to question
his honor; she did not think to ques-
ton it now; she wanted to be kissed.
HCUR hours later Enoch Beal's
1 eye fell on the note Susan had
left on the sideboard in the
dining room. He picked it up and
read:
Father: Pm going away with
Rodney Bingham and that's all
Except, Of course, l hope awfully
you'll forgive me-
Enoch Beal stood studying the
note for full minute. With quick,
hard hands he folded and refoded
the sheet of paper, tore it and retors
1t and put the bits into his pocket,
lie took the pistol, his fathers pis-
tol, down from its place over the
mantel, loaded it, thrust it into his
rain coat pocket. He took out his
watch; it was 7:45. He could catch
the 8:05 train to New York.
At the Grand Central terminal hs
went to a telephone booth and called
the office of Bingham e. Co, at 100
Broadway. He asked for Mr.. Rods
ney Bingham.
Il believe Mr.. Rodney Bingham