The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1920-05-27
CHAPTER Viii.


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For thirty DAYS billiard had listened
to the eulogies Of his secret self. he
had heard from hundred sources the
same belief repeated, that Dicky Nor
gan, given time and counsel, would
have made the city as proud OF him Tor
his intrinsic worth as it now was
proud of him for his military valor.
This praise of Dicky Morgan had at
first stunned billiard; after that, IL
had exalted him; still later, 1t had
abased his soul. He had longed,
cease!essly, during that third perloo
of his introspection, to take the CITY
to his heart, to reveal himself, to an
swer for Dicky Morgan's failures and
to pledge himself anew to the achieve
ment which Dicky Morgan's friends
had prophesied; and then he had been
overwhelmed by the recollection that
he had made this course Impossible.
If he had only known that all MS de-
ceptions were needless. IL ne hau
only known that Dicky Morgan could
have come home, and been forgiven!
What anguish he could have saved
and what repentance! And the prop
lem was still the same-should ne
continue, safe in his masquerade, 10
the goal he had set for himself or
should he risk the worst, and save
his conscienceby remuneration?
By far the most distressing factor In
this puzzle was his relationship to Car
oil Durant. He had seen her only half
q dozen times during the month, ana
never alone-the fates or Armstrong
had circumvented him-but he was
head over heels in love with her again.
and he sensed, from fugitive glances
and a stray word or two on her part,
that she wasn't entirely averse to him.
But what would Carol think II she
knew that this grave and tender
stranger was hiding behind the wrath
Of Dicky Morgan-it was a thousand
times the worse! If she were ever
truly. in love with Henry Hilliard, 1t
was impossible!
And then there was little Angela
Cullen
And in addition, there was the ser1-
GUS business of making good; he was
no longer impelled to it by resentment,
but rather by unadulterated amDltlon'
this. too. he would see destroyed by
any admission Of his deceit. To con-
tinue in the game was to lose his PROB
tty: to relinquish it was to lose all
else: and even now, his joy and pride,
was contained in precisely those things
which he must give up, If he decided
to tear off the mask Of hypocrisy; ana
his self-respect was rising out of the
mud of what he never should have
done at all.
When he thought of his worldly am
billions, he was profoundly regretful
that he had talked professionally with
Mr.. Cullen. To be sure, the matter
had come up casually and naturally,
and the opening had seemed too good
to be missed; at the same time, Hill
lard couldn't help rejecting that 1t
had been premature. 1t might prove
eventually, to have been just the prop
er course to produce results; it might
be that Cullen would become so tmpa-
tient that he couldn't be restrained,
and would leap without looking, and
leap further than he intended, and yet,
ever since that preliminary interview,
billiard had known that he had made
a breach in his own fortresses; that
he had rendered it possible for an in
formal (and logical enough) investi-
cation to begin, or for mild suspicion
TO arise and gain momentum before
he had devised the means of combating
It. And although Hilliard believed
implicitly in the goods he had to SELL
he knew the difficulty of the market;
he knew how timorous is the average
,sivestor: and he knew that there
Knight very easily come time at which
h1s barangue would be remembered,
and remembered adversely.
In this connection he was irritat-
ed by the tone of Harmon's letters to
him from New York. Harmon was en-
thusiastic.,- and confident; he was re-
lying sturdily on Hilliard to break
through the acumen Of the upstate
capitalists; but he thought that Hill
Hard was making haste too slowly; he
opined that all billiard needed to do
was TO devote himself to q hard on