The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-09-24


his father and his wife,
Receiving no answer 10 his CUES
ton. he looked up rather surprised.
whats the matterg" he asked
Something In the kind old eyes
bent upon his gave him an uneom-
Portable thrill; he coiorcd . little.
whats the matterY" he asked.
again. Q trtfie impaficntiy. Il sup
pose q third will hasn't turned up to
land me IN tho woikhouss again
has V,-
No
Rodcrfck hughed
We'll then. can havs some
money! I'm bcastfy hard up. and
you wouldn't believe what lot Of
people have wanted their bills paid
since the Euv'nor died.
You can come TO your fathers
hank with mo tomorrow and make
arrangements: n you need anything
TO 60 on With
oh. no. thanks thAfn b quite
All light I say. hope you're not
annoyed with me about anything
He asked the question 20 boyishiy
that old rergcrson anned In spite
Of himself.
mo. Rodrrsck-. rbs oh man he's
itafed: then. TIVE besn down In the
country today be added siovty-
TO Bedmmd."
Young Britou-s fAcs pa1sA he roe.
20 hts feet ana stood staring down
into the FRA
Il suycoss ysu tirfnk ~ ga ovvr
it--forgsstsn hcr-ts chaf itf- be
Asked. jerkiiy. But I haven't I
don't SEEM to b abls to get her out
OF my head what aid you hear,
Anything, I've been thinking--r
should me TO do something In
memory OF her. You know. Have
they buried her at Bedmundr
Couldn't have a Cross put up. or
something. without anyone knowing
who'd done i,f ! should awfuiiy like
To do something.
The old man looked at Roder4ck's
averted facc. No. he Eaid. They
haven't buried her At Bedmund. Rod
srick."
"Havenr theyf No, I suppose
they wouidn't That brute ghcrney
he'd take her away. I've been won
dcring lately. N ough;nt 20 have
insisted on seeing her. After all.
she wRs my-wifc-"
. Old FcrEcrron made no answer.
Roderick turned on him most an
gritty. why don't you say some
thinxY- he asked. impatiensfy.
''Berause.- answered the older
man simply. Il don't know what 10
say
II was the truth: he d1d not know
what 70 say or DO for the best. He
had an uncomfortable feeling that,
In spite Of young Brfton's apparent
rernorse. II would be q terrible and
unwcicome blow to him to hear that
Resale was stu living. He asked
him q sudden and irrelevant qucs
ton.
Have you seem the papers today.
Rodericky''
"Of course. whyr
Il see there is an announcement
Of Mis-, Fsnc's engagement 70
Qucrne. the American"
In the silence that followed Mr..
Fergerson held his breath. He knew
-as plainly as II he had been told
that what Rorie said now would be
the answer TO the question that had
been troubling his own heart ever
since he stood IN the little cottage
at Bedmund. holding RosaIic's hand.
II would all depend on what young
Briton said now a. 70 whether he
told him that the girl was stiil alive
He did not have TO wait long for
his ansvcr.
Young Briton rounded on his fu.
riousiy. his eyes flashing passionate
anger In his handsome face.
TITS a Iie-a damnabie te,- he
said. hosrsely. ''shc doesn't care a
hang for him; she'd never do such n
thing. He's old enough to be her
father. / don't believe a word of IT.
Where II the paper? Show IL TO me-"
He broke Off stammcring, white
Tipped, before Mr.. Fergcrson's steady
gnze-
II beg your pardon. sfr. ] didn't
mean to Be rude. ! apologize, but II
isn't true-of course II Isn't true.-
Old Fergerson attempted no an
swer. He knew that what he had
feared was no less than the truth.
Rodcrick stun loved Lillian Fame, and
there was no smallest place IN his
heart for the woman he had married
for the satisfaction Of his own self.
ishness-whom, In his own passion
ate desire for freedom, he would
bury before he positively knew that
she had yet relaxed her feeble hold
on unwelcome life.
To Rorie II seemed an eternity be- |
fore old Fergerson answered his agi- |
tated denial Of Lillian Fane's engage |
mcnt. In his Impotence he felt a. II |
he could have taken the old man by |
his STOPPING shoulders and forced |
him to sp8k He was conscious OF
sort Of angry contempt for him
because old Fergerson was n bach.
cior---possibly he had never cared q |
rap for any woman. How could he. |
then. undcrstsnd the hot torment
that vas burning him thru and