The Red Cloud chief., 1920-03-04
Making His
Way
GaSa
tcopyrlght. 1919 by the Western Kews
paper Union.)
"You will give her up?"
BY VICTOR REDCLIFrE

has left her penniless and homeless.
She Is the only woman ] ever loved.
] have made her my wife. Surely"
Col" Old Reuben MOrcly rose To
his feet, pulsating with fury. His
trembling finger pointed to the door,
his eyes glared. Got" he shouted.
and his fists clenclled. "Out OF my
heart, out Of my home-fOrever!"
Walton Blair bowed his head in
silence. He hurried his steps to escape
the anathemas hurled after him by his
selfish, irrational relative. The dis
missal mean, penury.
1t was sweet and soothing the sol
ace he received from the bride of an
hour. The very fact of his great sac
rifce of home. position, heirShip, en-
deared him double fold TO the modest,
unassuming girl who was ready and
willing to go hungry, rootless, accept
the heaviest burdens of toll SO that
she had him by her side.
Reuben Merely, though now recov-
with his independent nephew. As 10
Lois, no claims OF preference held her
to her native village. Her aunt cared
for them in her humble way during
the week that they devoted to- mapping
out their future. Walton had no trade
or profession hut he had done some
clerical work for his uncle and was
capable of filling the position Of the
average office clerk. There was IN
old friend OF his dead father nam"l
John Allen. who operated 4 large man
ufacturing plant az u town called Iup-
ton. Walton left Lois with her auat,
10 he received az Lupton with fun
consideration and the kindly tender OF
Il position in the bookkeeping depart
mpnt Of the great works.
Just rs walton was looking around
for modest living quarters. at Il crlti-
eel moment he saved the TIVE little
children 0f the wealthy manufacturer
from sure death in an automobile 30
cidont. bat sustained the ScrloUS in
jury of II broken arm. and the attend
ing surgeon told him that he would
not be able 70 use his right hand for n
year 10 come.
81 have sent for your wife on my
own initiative" Mr.. Allen told Wal
ton. as he lay under hospital care. 81
have also planned 10 show my lasting
gratitude toward you in n way that
cannot offend yOur sense Of the fitness
of things. You have probably noticed
that little oasis " house and garden
ut the edge of the mill site. 1t was
where I and my family passed the
hnppiest year of our lives. | am going
to fix IN the place and rent 1t tn you
at n nominal price
'But | shall be unable to pay for IT,"
demonstrated Walton.
$50? Hardly. You may not be in a
condition to do any Office work but, II
YOU will accept II, YOU shall become
our night Waterman. Ten to five you
make hourly rounds of the signal
boxes and see that all is safe. And If
/ do not mistake, that charming little
wife of yours will not be 90 proud 10
sit in the timckepper's Office at seven,
twelve, one aud five and keep tab On
the mornings and outgoingS Of the
workmcn.'
ooh. this is ideal"' eXuberated Lois,
when two weeks later they were In
stalled In the home John Allen had 80
| generously provided. 1t "a IN the
| enchanting garden surrounding the
house that They passed many hours of
the day. restoring It's former brightness
as far as they could. Mr.. Allen died
and they lost n good friend but his
snn-in-law, who succeeded To the busl-
ness, accepted the old provision made
for the i,luirs MS n sort Of obligation
of honor, and for five years the happy
and coMented married pair remained
on duty In their respective positions.
A little golden haired cherub came
to them and the pretty home became a
haven of delight when Dorothy was
old enough Ia get around. 1t was just
after her fourth birthday when there
was a collision on the trolley line that
ran directly past the house. Several
were injured, among them an old man
who with the others was carried into
the Blair home. which afforded the
nearest shelter. 1t was found that he
was only stunned. When he recovered
consciousness he was lying ON Il couch
and little Dorothy, whose father and
mother were away mt the time, was
tanning him and looking startled, but
sOlicitous.
"Who are you? Whose house is
this?" The old man almost frightened
Dorothy by starting UP suddenly and
fixing his eyes upon Il framed photo
graph on the wall. "Who are you?'
he asked more gently, scanning the
child's face closely.
~ am Dorothy Blair" replied the
little one, land IN and papa are
away, and that picture yOu stare at
so is Uncle Reuben, who il going 20
come AMI see me some day, papa
says"
"He has come already, dear child e."
pronounced Reuben Merely In broken
tones, and he was holding the little
one on his Ian when Walton Blair en-