Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-02-07

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.Esrden N the past. bnt had had marrtsd , an- ,,
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"a ~. someWEof selfish mother. Harden
q STsrs TO aid aud 80 does Ltiifh.
FN AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
kwr ILlT1!" Her name escaped him
E,r u before he was aware of 1t he put
E~,t his hand to take hers. then drew
Itsharply back. II beg your pardon y
n said stifny.
u;s heart was racing: for the mo.
P'rsnt Che whole world seemed blotted
On: there was nothing any more but
|sEst himself and this wOman-the only
- in all his life whom he had loved.
4: Hc had tried 80 hard to forget her :
s1e wine that page out of his life for.
ksv,r. and yet now he could only re-
ENsnber that once he had kissed her.
5sand held her in his arms that once she
tgSsd promised to marry him.
|.' The dusky SKINNER night and the
\ dlent village seemed to be conspiring
Sith her against him. forcing him to
! IN back, to listen aud remember he
fkughed harshly.
ut would be kind to 60 and see
Molly" he said.
y He hardly knew that he had used
Nolly's Christian name, but the woman
aide him had been quick to hear 1t.
IA there was little fash of jealousy
& her eyes.
7"Yes. l will 60. of course" she said ;
! Sut still she hesitated, then her soft
Eslssers found his and held them. Good
nifht," she said in whisper, and was
lie went back to Manor Dyke with
farasging steps: where was she leading
slimY he asked himself grimly; he was
q man who hated influence. and he
Slbund it CALLING to realize the strength
f.1l her power after oil these years.
n He thought he had forgotten suffi :
GENTLY to enable him to make her be =
Fiieye that he no longer cared. lie gave
4 sigh Of impatience: what a world II
was! Ic wondered II he was about to
make another tanglc in the skein Of his
years. -
When he got home he found Wharton
waiting for him.
John Harden frowncd as he looked at
~ young mans cOmplaccnt face.
do you want me tonight particu-
khrly?' lie asked.
"No, sir; but there are some letters
b sign; il you are tired, however,"
'"I'm not tired. Bring them 10 me-
Wharton laid the letters on the desk
IN front Of his employer.
'Havc you heard that Henry Danger.
ield is dead, sir!' he asked presently.
u "Yes."
"a good riddancc, too. I should
Think" young Wharton went on lightly
|'lle was drunken old reprobate."
Hardcn's pen stopped. He glancei
"You can hardly expect his wife and
FAMILY to share your views, Wharton
be said sharply.
The young man flushed.
~ beg your pardon, sir"
N "Oh. not at all.
There was moment or two oi
| ufence.
~ thought had better tell you,'
rWharton said then with some difidence
s'that tho young Danger6elds are al
Ways trespassing In the woods and or.
ehard. I've warned them half n dozer
times. and they take no notice, so
thought If ! spoke to you--"
They are quite welcome to the
woods and orchard," Harden said i'm
patiently. 'In fact. I told Miss Dan
serfeld that she might walk there as
often as she liked"
Wharton was silent; he had suspect
ID this; he had been annoyed scores OF
times lately by meeting Molly in the
woods, aud by the way in which she
Invariably passed him with her head
held high in defiance.
~
pven permission to the entire family
70 run wild over his property; Wharton
aisliked the Dangerfelds without 'hav-
Ing had any direct cause for so doing
Il had given him real pleasure to shout
at the boys when he found them in the
orchard; real pleasure to- inform Molly
that the woods were private property ;
10 was naturally inclined to be domi.
Aeering.
He took the signed letters and went
| sway with q vague feeling Of dissatis.
hction.
When the door closed on him, Har.
esn rose, stretching his arms wearily :
10 stood staring across the beautiful
room with a little pucker between his
eyes, then he turned again to the writ.
Ing table, and fitting a key in one of
the drawers, pulled 1t open.
A faint scent of fading flowers was
waited to him. and he stood for mo-
nent, looking down at the few little
odds and ends lying there-the usual
treasure which every man has surely
possessed at one time or another in his
ufe--a bundle Of letters-a white glove
Ia ball program--some photographs.
Harden moved as II to take them out +;
nr an instant his hand hovered over
3s drawer uncertainty, then he drew it
lharply away.
You're a pretty sort Of fool, my
Giend,' he said to himself gruf1y, and
Slammed tho drawer to again.