Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-06-25

tactics which In moment Of despera
ton, / saw fit, with regret, to pursue
last night. And in the hope that yol
will have attained your old attitude
toward me before my return, I an
leaving In the motor for San Fran
cisco. Your, terrible accusation ha!
greved me to such an extent that I de-
not feel equal to the task of confront
ing you until, in more judicial fran,
of mind, you can truly absolve me OF
the charge Of wishing to do away witt
young Cardigan.
"Your affectionate
"UNCLE SETH"
ShirIeys lip curled. With n rarer
keener intuition than she had hitherto
manifested she sensed the hypocrisy
between the lines; she was not de.
ceived.
He has gone to San Francisco for
more ammunition" she soliloquzed
VERY well, unkie-dunk, While
you're away. l shall manufacture a
few bombs myself"
After breakfast she left the house
and walked to the intersection of h
with Water street. Jules Rondeau and
his crew of lumberjacks were there,
and with two policemen guarded the
crossing.
Shirley looked from the woods bully
to the locomotive and back to Ron
deau.
"Rondeau," she said, "Mr. Cardigan
Is bad man to fight. You fought him
once. Are you going to do 1t again?"
He nodded.
"By whose Orders?"
"Mr Sexton, she tell me to do It."
"Well, Rondeau, some day I'll be
boss of Laguna Grande and there'll he
no more fighting" she replied, and
passed on down b street to the office
of the Cardigan Redwood Lumber
company. Mora McTavish looked up
as she entered.
"Where is he, dear?" Shirley asked.
Il must see him."
an that office, Miss Shirley Mora
replied, and pointed to the door. Shir-
ley stepped to the door knocked, and
then entered. Bryce Cardigan, seated
at his desk, looked up as she came in
His left arm was in sling, and he
looked harassed and detected.
Don't get up, Bryce" she said as he
attempted to rise. 81 know you're quite
exhausted You look it, She sat
down. "I'm so sorry" she said softly.
His dull glance frightened. 1T
doesn't amount to that, Shirley" And
he snapped his fingers. ut throbs
little and it's stiff and sore, so / carry
1t in the sling. That helps a little.
What did you want to see me about?"
81 wanted to tell you,' said Shirley,
"that-that last nights affair was not
of my making He smiled compass
Il couldn't bear to have
you think I'd break my word and tell
him."
at never occurred to me that you
had dealt me hand from the bottom
Of the deck, Shirley Please don't |
worry about it, Your uncle has had |
two private detectives watching Ogilvy |
and me-"
"Oh" she breathed, much relieved. |
A ghost of the old bantering smile
lighted her winsome features. "Well,
-hen,' she challenges, 81 suppose you
lon't hate me-"
"On the contrary, love YOU" he an
'wered. However, since You must
lave known this for some time past, l
suppose 1t is supertuous to mention
t. Moreover, | haven't the right
ct"
She had cast her eyes down mod
stly. She raised them now and looked
It him searchingly. 81 suppose you'll
acknowledge yourself whipped at last,
Sryce?" she ventured.
Would it please you to have me
He was very serious.
Indeed 1t would, Bryce. I'm tired
t fighting. l want peace. Fm-Fm
fraid to let this matter go any fur
her. I'm truly afraid"
II think | want peace, too" he an
wered, I'D be glad to quit--with
onor. And I'll do it, too, If you can
lduce your uncle to give me the kind
logging contract | want with his
Dad."
Il couldn't do that, Bryce He has
on whipped-and he is not merciful
, the fallen. You'll have to--sur-
,nder Internationally" Again she
lid her little hand timidly on his
'ounded forearm. please give up,
ryce-for my sake"
II suppose I'll have to-" he muir
ured sadly. Il dare say you're right,
Tough one should never admit defeat |
ntil he Is counted out. suppose" |
D continued bitterly, "your uncle is
high feather this morning" 1
II don't know, Bryce. He left in his /
otor for San Francisco about one
clock this morning." .
For an instant Bryce Cardigan \
AIRED at her; then slow, hooking /