Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-03-28

~ dor to look out. II was The Deem.
ster's dof.cart, coming down the glen.
with father and son sAtiDg side By
side. The women heard the Deemster's
steady voice saluting the miller as he
went by.
"Fine day, Mr.. Collister!''
"Middlin'. Dempster. middiin'.' said
Dan, in n voice that was like growl.
And then. the dog -cart being gone, he.
faced back 70 the girl and said. with
q bitter snort:
with the Dcmpster|
mo. no." said the girl. lifting her
face from the tnbc.
"No? Hasn't he been flung out of
his college for it--for what came Of IT,
I name? And isn't the Dempstcr taking
him home in disgrace?'
.It was n mistakc--it wasn't the
Dempster' son. said Bessie. n
"Then who was it?"
There was no reply. ..'
"Who was it|' .....'
IL cant tell you."
'"You mean you won't. Wen see
about that. though. ."said Dan. and re-
turning to the fireplace. he took short,
thick leather strap from nail inside
the ingle. ...
At sight of this the girl got up nn'!
began to scream. Father. Father
Father!
Don't father me. Who was it,
The blood was rising in the mo, hcr =.
pallid face. "Collister,' she cried. IF
thou touch the girl ngsin, III walk
straight out Of thy house.
walk, woman! DO as you Place
But / must know who brought disgrace
on my name. Who was it?'
Don't. Don't! DON'T cried the
girl.
The mother stepped to the door.
"Collistcr. she repeated. "for fourteen
years, thou's done as thou liked with
me. and I've been giving thee lave to do
il. but lay another hand on my child
no. no. don't 60. mother. I'll tell
him cried the girl. 'lt was
it was Alick Cell"
.You mean the son of the spaker:'
That's good enough for me-" said
Dan, and then. with another snort. hail
bitter and half triumphant, he tossel
the strap on to the table. went out of
the house and into the stable.
An hour afterward, in his billycocL
hat and blue suit Of Manx homespun,
he was driving his market cart up the
long, straight. shaded lane to the Speak
er's ivy covered mansion house, with
the graveled courtyard in front Of 1t
in which two or three peacocks struttcd
and screamed.
The Speaker had only just returned
| from Douglas. There had been a sit
ting of the Keys that day and he hat
hurried home to tell his wife an cx.
citing story. 1t was about the Deem.
ster. The big man was down-goinl
down anyway.
! Archibald Cell was a burly. full.
bearded man Of high complexion. Al.
| though he belonged 10 what we Gale,
the ''aristocracy' of the island. tn.
plebcian lay close under his skin. Rumo,
said he was subject to paralyzing brain
storms. and that he could be n foul
mOuthcd man In his drink But he wa,
generally calm and nearly always sober
His ruling passion was a passion 70,
| power. and his fiercest lust was a lus
of popularity. The Dcemstcr was hi
only serious rival in either. and there
fore the object Of his deep and sccrc
jealousy. lie was jealous Of the Deem
ster's dignity and influence. but abov,
all (thouGh he had hitherto hidden i,
even from hmself) Of his son.
/ STOPPING over the fire in the dra wing
room 10 warm his hands after his lon,
journey. he was talking. with Ger
! tain note of self congrntuation. of whn
he had heard in Douglas. That ugl,
incident at King Williams had com,