Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-24

terested than you care to believe.
So, then. the literary career is not
opening out very auspiciously?
did mother send you sir?" de-
manded Bradford, ignoring the quea-
ton.
Eyes, in a way. And I came partly
on my own account, for"
"How Is she? Reconciled to the
inevitable?"
"She is very sad and very anxious.
She loves you, Bradford. more than
you know; just as I do. This IL q
hard thing for me to do, after what
has taken place. I am q proud man,
as you understand, and not prone to
make compromises. Nevertheless, for
your mothers sake and yours7~lnd
my own, too; yes, admit tt have
| come to ask you a question or two.
VIII you answer them?"
YES, sir. VIII you answer mire ?"
| demanded Bradford, knocking the
ashes from his pipe and reaching Tor
his box Of tobaco-cheap totaco
| now, instead of his favourite Lata-
kia.
.'Yours?" asked the shipna ster.
What cans,you have to ask ?"
ooh, one or two little things Sit
down.. governor" And he. pointed to
| one of the two chairs.
He lighted his pipe, blew cut a
volume of smoke and calmly regard
ed his father.
| "Well, what. is it you want to
known he asked again.
| Eliot Vinton sat down and re-
Elected for moment before reply
ling. Then, with some deliberation,
he said:
"A man of your intelligence need
not be told that there is only one
| subject fo~ discussion under the
present painful circumstances.
am here to reopen that subject In
fact, I may add"-he chose his words
!! with extreme care-''to inform you
that your mother and your home are
waiting for YOU"
! ION what terms?"
/ you know the terms, my son.
Judging by all appearances here, an
/ Independent caree-, in your present
condition of unpreparedness, is not
developing very successfully. Such
being the case"
There's no use in discussing all
that" interrupted Bradford with a
wave of his pipe. MY decision still
stands. I'm going to fight this thing
out to the end!"
"Ah, indeed! And and thslt-per-
SON.
II prefer-not to discuss her at all"
"You mean demanded Eliot
sharply.
You know what I meant
"Still deaf to all reason, are you?"
| I'D rather not argue that point:
but there's something I'd like to ask
you, and expect an answer, too"
well. what is it?" quelied the
shipmaster.,
How much did 1t cost. you in
time and money, to, have Sylvia dis
charged by Cordwain & NdcCutch-
eon?"
/ Stunned by this facer, the old
gentleman stared blanl<ly al: his son.
Then, with a tinge of color mount
| Ing his cheeks. he retorted:
| II came here to offer you final
opportunity. not to receive insults"
| "And l." rejoined Bradford, smil-
ing dangerously. decline that top-
portunity, with thanks, and demand
infdcmation!"
The shipmaster got up suddenly
from his chair. The effort he was
| making to control himself was OBJ
vious. He had grown very pale, and
his lean. corded hands were clenched
at his sides as he made u last APP
peal
| Bradford, the irrevocatle step of
disinheriting you. has not yet been
| taken. It is not too late, even now,
fo- you. to save yourself. Return
| with me this morning, and every
thing shall be as it YVES. Refuse.
and ~
Don't waste any more time and
breath, governor" interrupted Brad
ford, also standing up. rrm just as
| much a Vinton as you are. in spite
OF your denying it, and what I un-
dertake mean to do. When left
home my plans were vague; now
they're fixed. They do not include
going back, heritage or no heritage.
They do include marrying Sylvia,
blacklist or no blacklist. Do you I'M
derstand me fully?"
He paused, puffed out little con-
templative smoke, and then, while
the old shipmaster stared at him
with hard eyes, continued:
'If we are prevented from making
a living here In Boston, there are
plenty of other. places; hut we're not
going to be driven out OF Boston just
yet. I've already got a job where
don't think your influence will count
for much, and" =
"a job?'' demanded I,liot sudden
ly. What kind of job?"
We'll, father, I don't mind telling
you it's in Holcomb Brothers shop,
on Batterymarch Street."
"a shop? A factory, you mean?
Are yoll-going to disgrace our name
by working in a factory"
THE disgracing part of it depends
on the point of view; but it's a fac
tory, all right, and good one" an
! swered Bradford, smiling again. "My
highbrow stuff doesn't seem to sell,
so I'm taking the first thing can
find. doing the. old familiar stunt
dear to novelists, and going into ov-
erals. To-morrov morning at seven
I'll be on the job. Do you know,
father" he added, that I'm rather
looking forward to lit? We're always
! prating about the dignity of labor
now Tn going to find out for myself.
I'm going to see if Emerson was
right when he said: ] hea~, there
fore, with JOY whatever is beginning