Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-12-03


morning?"
Yes. MORA read the mail to him
and then took him up 70 the Valley of
the Giants. He said he wanted to do
little quiet figuring on that new
steam schooner you're thinking of
building, He thinks she ought to he
bigger-big enough to carry two mill
lion feet"
Bryce glanced at his watch. "It's
half after eleven" he said. Guess I'll
run up to the Giants and bring him
home TO luncheon"
He stepped into the Napier standing
outside the office and drove away.
Buck ogilvy waited until Bryce was
ont of sight; then with sudden deter
mination he entered the office.
"Moira," he said abruptly. approach
irg the desk where she worked, "your
dad is back. and what's more, Bryce
Cardigan has let him have his old job
as woods boss. And Tn here TO an
nounce that you're not going back to
| derStand? Now, look here. MORA I've
shilly-shallied around you for months
protesting my love. and haven't got
ten anywhere. Today Tn going to ask
| you for the last time. Will you marry
me? I need you worse than that ras-
cal Of father of yours does. and tell
you I'll not have you go back to the
woods TO take care OF him. Come
now. MORA. Do give me definite an
! swer."
I'm afraid I don't love you well
enough to marry you. Mr.. 0gilvy,"
MORA pleaded. TIN truly fond Of you.
| but"
THE last boats gone" cried Mr.
Ogilvy desperately. am answered,
Well, I'll not stick around here much
| longer. MORA. / realize must be
nuisance. but l can't help being a nuI-
sance when you're near me. So TIL
quit my job here and go back to my
old game of railroading."
"Oh. you wouldn't quit a ten-thou-
sand-dollar Job" MORA cried aghast.
''Td quit million-dollar job Tn
desperate enough to go over to the
mill and pick a fight with the big
bandsaw. I'm going away whore I
can't see You. Your eyes are driving
me crazy"
"But 1 don't want you to go, Mr..
OgiIvy."
"Call me Buck" he commanded
sharply.
81 don't want yon 10 go. Buck" she
repeated meekly. ~ shall feel guilty.
driving You ont of fine position"
"Then marry me and I'll stay"
"But suppose / don't love You the
way you deserve"
suppose Surposel" Buck Oc'lvy
cried. you're no longer certain Of
yourself. How dare Won deny your
love for me7 Eth? MORA, I'll risk IT,"
Her eyes turned TO him timldly. and
for the first time he saw In their
smoky depths lambent flame. II
don't know" she quavered "and it's a
big responsibility in case"
"Oh, the devil take the easel" he
cried rapturously, and took her hands
In his. do ! improve with age, dear
Moira?" he asked with boyish eager
ness; then. before she could answer.
he swept on, tornado Of love and
pleading. And presently MORA was I'm
his arms, and he was kissing her, and
she was crying softly because--well.
she admired Mr.. Buck Ogilvy: more.
she respected him and was genuln "
fond of him. She wondered M she
wondered. a quiet Joy thrilled her I'm
the knowledge that it did not seem
at all impossible for her TO grow, In
time. absurdly fond of this wholesome
red rascal.
''Oh. Buck, dear" she whispered. 81
don't know, Tn sure. but perhaps I've
| loved you little bit for long time"
I'm perfectly wild over you. You're
the most wonderful woman ever
heard of. Old rosy-cheeksl" And he
pinched them just to see the color
come and CO.
John Cardigan was seated in his
lumberjack's easy chair as his son mp
preached. His hat lay on the litter
Of brown twigs beside him; his chin
was sunk on his breast, and his head
was HSAu HkllG W Due sue III iiS-
tening attitude; vagrant little breeze
rustled gently a lock of his fine, long
white hair. Bryce stopped over the
old man and shook him gently by the
shoulder.
awake up, partner" he called cheer
fully. But John Cardigan did not
wake. and again his son shook him.
Still receiving no response, Bryce lift
ed the leonlne old head and gazed
into his fathers face. "John Cardi-
GAM" he cried sharply. "Wake up.
old pal"
The old eyes opened and join Car
ligan smiled up at his boy. Good
son." he whispered, "good sonir He
closed his sightless eyes again as II
the mere effort Of holding them open
wearied him. 1--WE been sitting here
waiting" he went on In the same
gentle whisper. mo, not waiting for
you, boy--waiting-"
His head fell over on his sons shout
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