The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1920-05-20
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for your
II can trust you to forget that you
have performed it."
"Thank you. think you may safely
trust me. And shall attend to the
matter Immediately"
"You are very kind, Mr.. Cardigan.
How is your dear old father? MORA
told me some time ago that he was i'll"
Hes quite well again, thank you.
It's too bad the circumstances are
such that we, who started out to be
such agreeable friends, see so little of
each other, Shirley"
Indeed, it is. However, it's all your
fault. l have told xou once how you
can obviate that distressing situation.
But you're so stubborn, Mr.. Cardigan"
Il haven't got to the point where
like crawling on my hands and knees"
he flared back at her even for your
sake I decline to simulate friendship
or tolerance for your uncle; hence
must be content to let matters stand
as they are between US"
She laughed lightly $50 you are
still uncompromisingly belligerent-
still after Uncle Seth's scalp?"
Eyes; and I think I'm going to get
it. I'm not fighting for myself alone,
but for thousand dependents-fo
principle-for an ancient sentiment
that was my fathers and is now mine.
You do not understand"
81 understand more than you give
me credit for, and some day you'll
realize it. ! understand just enough
to make me feel sorry for YOU l I'M
derstand what even my uncle doesn't
suspect at present, and that is that
YOU'RE the directing genius of the
Northern California Oregon railroad
and hiding behind your friend Ogilvy.
Now, listen to me. Bryce Cardigan:
You're never going to build that road.
Do you understands"
The suddenness of her attack amaz-
ed him to such an extent that he did
not take the trouble to contradict her.
Instead he blurted out, angrily and
defiantly: "I'lI build that road if it
costs me my life-if it costs me you.
Understand! I'm in this fight to win"
you will not build that road" she
reiterated
"Why?"
because ! shall not permit you to.
I have some financial interest in the
Laguna Grande Lumber company, and
It is not TO that financial interest that
you should build the n. G. O."
GLOW did YOU find out that | was
behind ogilvy?'
Intuition. Then | accused you of
1t, and you admitted it,"
81 suppose you're going to tell your
uncle now" he retorted witheringly.
'On the contrary, l AIN not If it
will comfort you the least bit. you
have my word of honor that | shall
not reveal to my uncle the identity of
the man behind the N C. o. The fact
is, both you and Uncle Seth annoy me
exceedingly. How lovely everything
would have been if you two hadn't
started this feud and forced upon me
the task of trying to be fair and i'm
partial to you both. Forgive my
slang, but-Fm going to hand you each
poke soon"
Shirley" he told her earnestly,
"listen carefully to what am about to
say: | love you. I've loved you from
the day | first met you. | shall always
love you; and when l get around to
it, I'm going to ask you to marry me-
At present, however, that is right
l do not possess. However, the day
l acquire the right l shall exercise
It,"
"And when will that day be?" Very
softly, in awesOme tones!
1.-THE day 1 drive the last spike in
the N. G. o.
Fell a silence. Then; Pm glad,
Bryce Cardigan, you're not gutter
Goodbye, good luck-and don't forget
my errand." She hung up and sat at
the telephone for a moment, dimpled
chin in dimpled hand. "How I'd hate
you if l could handle you!" she MUIR
INJURED.
Following this exasperating but
Illuminating conversation with Shirley
Sumner over the telephone, Bryce
Cardigan was a distressed and badly
worried man. For an hour he sat
slouched in his chair, chin on breast,
! the while he reviewed every angle
of the situation. He found it impos-
sible, however, to disassociate the bust
ness from the personal aspects of his
relations with Shirley, and he recalled
that she had the very best of reasons
for placing their relations on a bust
ness basis rather a sentimental one
For the present, however, it was all a
profound and disturbing mystery, and
after an hour of futile concentration
there came to Bryce the old childish
impulse to go to his father with his
troubles.
He will be able to think without
having his thoughts blotted out by a
woman'S face" Bryce soliloquized
Hes like one of his own big redwood
trees; his head is always above the
Storm
Straightway Bryce left the Office and
went home to the old house on the
knoll. John Cardigan was sitting on
the veranda, and from a stand beside
him George Sea Otter entertained him
with a photograph selection-"The