White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-11-11


you Will find to tamper with vital
statistics That Is not ALL If Mr.,
McKimber finds you are acting against
him, either directly or indirectly, he
will see that the opposition papers
get copies of the afiidavits in this en-.
velope. You are defeated at every
point. Salvation for you lies in aban-
doning of all political ambition"
Paul RaXon knew Milman spokx
the truth. Here, definitely, once for
all, was the end of his ambitions. He
realized as he went down the stone
steps into the avenue that he dare
make no move against the men who
had invaded his home and brought
him low.
McKimber, sitting before the fire.
felt as one might whose death SEN
tence had been respited at the last mo-
ment. He had been told to come as
though he already knew he was victor.
And If he had deceived Raxon he had
not convinced himself. There were
tears In his eyes when Mia came in
"My dear" he said, you are too
good for any son Of mine, but If you
will marry him you'll make me hap
pier than ever thought to be again.
Someone put strong, firm hand on
his shoulder. 1t was Robin.
"1t's all right" said Robin gleefully.
"She Is going to do It,"
McKimber looked up at his son and
smiled.
Robin" he said, "never forget what
you owe to Mr.. Milman. ] can never
repay him, never"
McKimber took from his pocket a
long, legal envelope. He balanced 1t
in his hand a moment.
1T would give me great pleasure,
MIR. Milman, If you would throw that
on the back Of the fire. It's something
l want to get rid Of"
"Certainly,' said Peter Milman
courteously. 1T seems to amuse you"
he added, seeing McKimber's fa"e
break into a smile.
"Do you know what yop'"e done"
Mckimber demanded Ou've burned
up the mortgage hoid on this house.
Yes, sir, l bought it yesterday, and
now can't collect
Really" said Peter Milman, red
dening, Il could not possibly accept
such thing-no. indeed"
McKimber waved his hands. "You
can't help yourself. I've more to say.
I'va had INV Iouyorc ,,oipr tbrouol
the Hazen Brewer affairs, and you
didn't lose all your money. There will
be enough saved out of the wreck for
you to live on here" For man who
prided himself on his word, McKimber
lied with prodigality and fluency
"Loddon trimmed you, but Brewer was
honest"
Mckimber turned to Bradney. He
felt like a super-Santa Claus handing
out presents for the deserving young
"You may not know it, professor
but I've lot to say in the manage
ment of small upstate university
He did not tell them he was it's most
muniticent donor and chairman of
trustees. 1--WE want to specialize In
one thing which will put us on the
educational map in a national sense
I've suggested your name, and thai
was approved, too. All you have to do
is to signify your acceptance or re-
lection to me-"
"Rejection?' Bradney cried, his eyes
lighting up. "Mr McKimber, you are
offering me my career
"As for the father of my future
if he cares to run my
stock ranch near Sacramento, want
q good man at once. He can go as
soon as the wedding is over. What
about it?"
Man. said Neeland Barnes earn
estly, "there isn't one chance in
trillion I'll refuse" He turned to the
others "And how hated him for the
Ice water he drank!"
Floyd Malet, standing in the back
ground, saw another man reborn In
the former 'Enry. Not again for Nee
land Barnes would there be the life
of little things and daily financial wor
no spirit of envy. That there was no
place in McKimber's plans for him
seemed of little consequence. Nita had
won her happiness, and that was
enough.
He looked up as the girl came to
his side.
dearest of my uncles," she Wills
pered, "do you think l don't know who
gave me my Robin?" She kissed him
before them all.
my friend Floyd Milman an
nounced, "is going to live at his house
near Florence, where he will do the
great things we expect from him."
"My house?" Malet cried.
"Your house," said Peter Milman
firmly. 1.-THE deed of gift will be
drawn up as soon as possible. 1t is
useless to me. IL shall remain here"
Milman looked about him. "There are
some trees that cannot be transplanted
and some men who die If they are up
rooted" He embraced the others In
his gaze II wish I could tell you
what different man you leave from
the one who asked you to join him."
Never before had Peter Milman been
so genuinely affected. The envelope
upon which Raxon had looked with
such horror, that envelope containing
the aff1davits that would forever hold
him inactive, Peter Milman threw into
the golden fire. McKimber saw the
action too late. There was no posi-
bility now of saving infinitely i'm
portant documents.