Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-27
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scense., o.nyJiau, 10 Foster and TO Tommy.
Thsn FsrHio is dnronmceu.
AND HERE 1T CONTINUES :.
7hUTsIDE in the night the voice OF
~, r,ver murmured ceaselessly as It
~ nv hut it was the voice OF con-
gmeu garos n which old Fernie listened
~ nresently he rose and putting the
ynsn ynsnppanh hack on the shelf, took his
ae and went into the darkness.
~, uis nine was still In his mouth.
,sangb Il had long grown cold and he
tncusu not rcflled L, and his thoughts
mu ..o Tor AWAY as he walked through the
sn,et little village toward Cherry
lodge. A., ~. S,..,,, rIr,to
u almost reached the end of the rop
shsy had given him with which to hang
sirrself and his heart was thumprng
sr,1omfortably as he rang the ucor bell
and waited.
When the maid came TO answer II
rommy appeared behind her in the hall,
rssrine forward curiously TO see who
he visitor might be-, "Hui!o, MT.
rs,n;e." he said eagerly when he saw
,he old man. Old Fernie looked at him
and past him.
compromislngly. t., ,
b.en listening at the drawing room
door, and had heard good deal OF what
mad passed.
"well, he is" he said at last,
"but--"
"in sec him, then," Fernie broke in
abruptly, "and your uncle, too. II he's
at home"
answered vaguely.
Fernie stepped into the hall. and
| the maid shut the door. 81 suppose
| Mr.. Smith is at homer" Fernie asked
|her bluntly, as Tommy disappeared.
The girl flushed q little. II think
ho, sir, but I'm afraid-dinner's been
ready half an hour, and She broke
| of, evidently not liking to say any
more and at that moment Tommy re-
turned.
YOU'RE to 90 in" he said. His
mail eyes searched Fernie's face cum
nipgly. "Uncle's there, hnd-Mr
smith" He grinned. ~ say, there's
no end of row on" he whispered cx.
|citedly.
Fernie stared him up and down for
4 moment. There's no need for you
to look 30 pleased, anyway, young
man" he said grimly, as he stalked
| past the boy and into the drawing room
Anne was lying in the big chair, her
head resting against Mr.. Harding's
shoulder; she had just struggled back
TO consciousness.
I Foster was lowering in the back
Sround; he looked white and nervous,
but he kept his distance from Anne.
Fernie looked Mt them each In turn
and then at the Fortune Hunter, and
bis hard face seemed to tighten in n
curious way rs he met the young mans
reck ess eyes; then he shut the door
behind him and came forward into the
room.
''lf there's going to be trouble" he
said bluntly, looking at Mr.. Harding
and 1t seems to me that It's started
Already by the look of 1t, I'd like to
have my say, If nobody objects"
Mr.. Harding took his arm gently
from beneath Anne's head; he was sur
|2riSed to find how distasteful the whole
Jnsiness had suddenly become to him.
enough ne had deliberately planned to
oring matters to climax.
i think you know already what the
uouble is,' he said constrainedly.
John, or rather--this mani"
The Fortune Hunter broke in loudly
SMy names birmingham. At least.
mat the name l choose to be known
oy., It's better than my own, anyway"
ana he laughed as he met Fernle's eyes.
lie knew that every one In the room
vas against him, but he did not care.
Anne had refused her forgiveness. and
Pothing else mattered.
Inc truth is that this man is an
Mr.. Harding went on, less
ttonhuentIy: ~ You know what there is
W ahow, Fernie. You helped me slft
matters to the bottom. and I'm CRATE
tul 70 you. He has cruelty and delib-
Vfately deceived this poor girl here. and
wnai Is worse, from the point of view
VI the law at all events-he has appro-
gIrlated o dead mans money without
Sn sne smallest hope or intention Of ever
"eing able TO repay It,"
That IS lie - said tho Fortrno
;Nnter sharply. lie was pale 10 the
Ups but his eyes flashed as he met
hs Hard!ng's. That is lie - Lr
said again. II have not touched one
penny OF John Smiths money. All /
lave lave nud has been what you yourself
Sa Sase me--a check for f2000 and bank
aoteS Tor twenty, and those YOU prac.
aValy forced upon me, as q tran. |
at the time. 'N'''u " l4'
vor tne a games up. know that, and
S0u ~ can 40 what you please. I've nj.
''Ius my promised not to run away."
mere was bitter sneer IN hIS voico
Niu ior the first time Fernie smoke
h ,.Le LlAere Is one thing, Mr.. Ha, ding.
although you know tuat tb,s mam 81
roros sUI Joan Smith, you haven t vet dis
FROM" VA "nere ne came
rbat oSter broke In impatiently: docs
in 0 Fni natter ! saw him a year ago
,Se II IIhisco, ohS, and l know the type he is
wy .TTInatseter ne had out the. G.
'I waS aS' lie, too he said violently.
and was not In San Francisco last wear.
Sha .IT until the day you saw me ont!
41s Se, the Savoy had never in nv lie
tSS. G eyes ON the woman / was with
Nieni Ieni l am afraid for once YOU are
rmu the sins of q dead man onto
youL I shoulders. However. II it pleases
h. anne bna gave a little stifled moan, and
Lis Troke Iin k on. turning away and biting
inc hhners's another thing, Mr.. Hard.