Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-04-09
CHAPTER XIX.

CHAPTER XIX.
Col. Seth Pennington was thor
oughly crushed. Look which way he
would the bedeviled old rascal could
find no loophole for escape.
you win. Cardigan" he muttered
desperately as he sat in his office af-
ter Shirley had left him. You've
had more than a shade in every round
thus far and at the finish you've land
ed a clean knockout. If l had to
fight any man but you"
He sighed resignedly and pressed \
the push-button on his desk. Sexton
entered. Sexton" he said bluntly
and with a slight CULVER in mis- voice
my niece and have had a disagree
ment. We have Quarreled over
young Cardigan. She's going TO marry
him. Now. our affairs ale somewhat
involved. and in order TO straighten
them out we spun a coin 10 sec
whether she should sell her stock in
Laguna Grande 10 me or whether
should sell mine to hcr-and | lost
The book valuation of the stock al
the close Of last years business, plus
ten per cent will determine the SELL
ing price. and I shall resign as presi-
dent. You will in all probability. be
retained to manage the company UNI
til 1t is merged with the Cardigan
Redwood Lumber Company-when, !
imagine. you will be given ample no
tice to seek d new job elsewhere.
Call Miss Summers attorney, Judge
Moore. on the telephone and ask him
to come TO the office at Q o'clock to-
morrow, when the papers can be
drawn mp and signed. That is all"
The Colonel did not return to his
| home in Redwood boulevard that
night. He had no appetite for din
ner and sat hrooding in his office I'M
/ til very late: then he went to the
! Hotel Sequoia and engaged a room.
! He did not possess sufficient cour-
age to face his niece again.
At ! o'clock the next day the Colo
1 mel. his baggaee. his automobile. his
chauffeur and the solemn butler,
! James, boarded the passenger steam
er for San Francisco. and at 1: 80
sailed out Of Humboldt bay over the
| laundering bar and on into the south.
, The Colonel was still a rich man, but
his dream Of redwood empire had
faded. and once more he was taking
up the search for cheap timber.
Whether hc ever found it or not is
matter that does not concern US.
At a moment when young Henry
PoundstOnes dream of legal Opulence
was fading. when Mayor Pound
q
been shattered beyond repair, the
| while his cheap political aspirations
had been equally devastated because
of a certain damnable document in
the possession OF Bryce Cardigan,
many events of importance were
transpiring. On the veranda of his
old fashioned home John Cardigan
sat tapping the floor With his stick
and dreaming dreams which for the
first time in many years were rose
tinted. Beside him Shirley sat, her
glance bent musingly out across the
roofs Of SequOia and on to the bay
shore, where the smoke and exhaust
steam fioated up from two sawmills
her own and Bryce ardigan's. To
her came at regularly spaced inter
walls the faint whining of the saws
and the rumble Of log trains crawl
ing out of the log dumps; high over
the piles of bright, freshly sawn
lumber she caught from time to time
the flash OF white spray as the great
logs tossed from the trucks, hurtled
down the spids and crashed into the
bay. At the docks of both mills
vessels were loading, their tall spars
cutting the sky hne above and be-
yond the smokestacks: far down the
bay a steam schooner loaded until
her main deck was almost flush with
the water. "'cS putting out SC &C.
and Shirley heard the faint echo Of
her siren as she visited her inten-
ton to pass to starboard of a wind
TANNER inward bound in tow of a
| Cardigan tug.
It's wonderful" she said present
ly, appropos of nothing.
AYE" he replied In a deep, melo-
dious voice, I've been sitting here
my dear listening to your thoughts
You know something, now, of the
tie that binds my boy to Sequoia.
This"-he waved his arm abroad in
the darkness-"this is the true es-
sence OF life-to create, to develop
:he gifts that God nas given as-to
work and know the blessing of
weariness--to have dreams and see
them come true. That Is life, and
have lived. And now / am ready to
rest" He smiled wistfully. 1.-The
king is dead. Long live the king.
/ wonder If you, raised as you have
| been, can face life in Sequoia reso-
lutely with my son. 1t is a dull,
drab sawmill town, where life I'M
folds gradually without thrili-where
the years stretch ahead OF one with
only trees, amor- simple folk. The
life ma. be hard on you. Shirley: one
has to acquire a taste for 1t, you
know"
y have known ,he lit Of battle
John partner" she answered: hence
think can enjoy the sweets Of VIC
/ tory. am content.
And what a run you did give tina.
boy Bryce!'
She laughed softly. Il wanted him
10 fght; had a great curiosity to
see the stun that w;as III him." sia
explained.
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