The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-12-19
Chapter I
A Man Cast Down.

Renshaw stopped at the entrance tc
the grounds of the country house he
was approaching and surveyed the
building with the detached expression
of a baby that Is being kissed. Pre-
sumably. something agreeable was hap
pening to him, but he could not whip
up much interest in the episode He
had arrived at Tawno Ker the home OF
David Campbell. and. incidentally. his
any conveyance. he had walked from
the station--a little matter of mile
and a half-and he was more than
ready to set down his handbag and feel
sorry for himself and remove some of
the dust of the road from his shoes
ployer.
The fact that the employer did not
as yet realize that Renshaw was to be
his new employee did not disturb the
young man. Campbell would know
that soon enough. In the meantime
there was the place to be looked over.
Pckibly he, Renshaw, would not like
the place-in which case, of course. he
need not present himself to its owner
He took OFF his hat, however, and,
leaning languidly against stone pillar
of the wide gateway, let the late Oc-
tober breeze cool his head. 1t was a
strikingly well-shaped head, obviously
capable of more interior work than its
owner was now requiring of it. OF
late. Renshaw had lost interest in most
matters. For two years he had stood
outside of himself, watching the undi-
rected course of his existence.
He turned upon the driveway lead
ing to the old red brick house before
him a pair of eyes that matched his /
hair in color. They were very dark
brown eyes, almost black. Nature, in |
giving them TO him, had shown char
acteristic Indifference to the sufferings |
of women. But it was long since Rem /
shaw had turned those eyes on women |
-or, indeed, on anything else-with
other than the remote expression that
had become habitual to them.
With this expression he surveyed
lie two rows of maple trees that
the driveway, like lines Of
'ootmen in gorgeous livery separating
% permit visitors to pass He really
must look at the place. Yes. he must.
lie must decide whether or not he was
,oing into that house to see David
campbell and work for him. He
ashed his will to the task, and his
viii, like an unwilling horse, SHE'D and
He forced it TO the eff
ort. He would look at the house. any
ray-and then. an inner voice again
perhaps he wouldn't have
0 go in.
Il was late in the afternoon. and the
utumnal twilight fell while he stood
here, hesltating. In the dim windows
{ the house. lights began to twinkle,
Ike smiles In tired eyes. There was
very soothing in the sight.
suggested rest. With long sigh.
enshaw replaced his hat. casually
listed his shoes on the grass of the
and picked up the travelling '
ag. He had decided TO remain and l
ork for David Campbell. '
He made his way up the avenue, [
aging a little under the weight of |
e case. and, gratefully dropping the
tier on the broad veranda with Q
hich an architect unbound by tradi- {
On bad embellIshed the front of the q
)onial dwelling, he again hesitated, Q
it'll his finger on the button of the
ectric bell To press that button a
cant to re-enter life, If he pressed r
and some one came, he would be Il
to an interview, to explana- s.
ms, to tie carrying out of plan h
e first plan he had formed In two
airs. II had been very hard to make u
at plan--it would be nothing short Of Il
Hing to carry it through. Yet there o
rs only one aIternatiye-and this al "