The Glenwood post., 1923-03-01
Illustrations by R.H.LNingstone
ey L,rr,I. brown, AND COMPANY

lent men. Ruin Of one man by an
other-ruin financial, social or moral,
or all three together-was the inten-
tion of the principals concerned in
this correspondence; too often, she
knew, one man or one group had car
ried out fierce intent upon another !;
and sometimes, she was aware, these
bitter feuds had carried certain of
her fathers clients further even than
personal or family ruin; fraud, vio-
lence and-twice now-even murder
We're represented by this correspond
ence; for the papers relating to the
Warden and the Latron murders were
here She had felt always the horror
of this violent and ruthless side of
the men with whom her father dealt /;
but now she knew that actual appre-
citation of the crimes that passed as
business had been far from her And.
strangely, she now realized that it was
not the attacks on Mr.. Warden and
her father-overwhelmin with horror
as these had been-which We're bring
ing that appreciation home to her. 1t
was her understanding now that the
attack was not meant for her father
but for Eaton.
Though Harriet had never believed
that Eaton had been concerned in the
attack upon her father, her denial of
1t had been checked and stlfed be-
cause he would not even defend him
self. She had not known what to
think; she had seemed to herself to
be waiting with her thoughts in abey-
ance; until he should be cleared, she
had tried not to let herself think more
about Eaton than was necessary.
Though he was involved with her IA
ther in some way, she refused to be
lieve he was against her father, but
clearly he was not with him. How
could he be involved, then, unless the
injury he had suffered was some such
act of man against man as these let
ters and statements represented? She
looked carefully through all the con-
tents Of the envelopes, but she could
not find anything which helped her.
She pushed the letters away, then,
and sat thinking. Mr.. Warden, who
appeared to have known more about
Eaton than anyone else, had taken Ea-
tons side; it was because he had been
going to help Eaton that Mr.. Warden
had been killed. Would not her father
be ready to help Eaton, then, if he
knew as much about him as Mr.. War
den had known? But Mr.. Warden,
apparently, had kept what he knew
was now keeping it from everyone
her father included. She felt that her
father had understood and apprec-
ated all this long before herself-that
it was the reason for his attitude
toward Eaton on the train and, in part,
the cause of his considerate treatment
of him all through.
So, instead of being estranged by
Eaton's manner to her father she felt
an impulse of feeling toward him
flooding her, feeling which she tried
to explain to herself as sympathy. But
it was not just sympathy; she would
not say even to herself what it was
She got up suddenly and went to
the door and looked into the hall; a
servant came, to her.
as Mr.. Avery still with Mr. San.
TONER" she asked.
mo, Miss Santolne; he has gone
out"
"Thank you.'
She went back, and bundling the
correspondence together as it had beer
before. she removed the books from 6
shelf to the left Of the door, slid back
another panel and revealed secont
wall-safe corresponding to the one t.
the right of the door from which sh'
had taken the papers. The comblna
ton of this second safe was know
only to her father and herself. Sh'
put the envelopes into it, closed 1t
and replaced the books. Then sh'
went to her fathers desk, took iron
a drawer long typewriter report o
which he had asked her to prepare I
digest, and read it through conscious
ly concentrating, she began her WORK
At three she heard Avery's motor, AM
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as he entered the hall.
"What have you found, DonT sh
| inquired.
"Nothing yet, Harry"
"You got no trace of them?"
mo; too many motors pass on tina
road for the car to be recalled pal
ticulary. I've started what inon'rle
are possible and arranged to have tn
road watched in case they come bac
this way"
He went past her and up to her fl
ther. She returned to the study an
put away her work.
Dinner was served in the gre'
Jacobean dining room, with walls pal
eled to the high ceiling, logs bla
Ing In the big stone fireplace. AS the
seated themselves, she noted thu
Avery seemed moody and uncomm'
nicative; something clearly, had lrr
tated and disturbed him; and ms II
meal progressed, he vented his irrit
ton upon Eaton by affronting hi
more openly by word and look tina