The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-02-18

nigh useless leg, the soft, reiterated thud
Of the cane tip on the thick carpet, as
Arnott, followed by Snedden, made his way
from the room.
Out in the street Snedden groaned, eff
only you had told me, Hugh, that you were
coming straight to the club from the hos
pital. But it's my fault. l trusted to luck
we wouldn't see him before 1 could tip you
off. He was elected just before the-the
accident"
"At ~least"-Arnott's first words after
leaving the club, bitterly spoken as he
dropped down in his chair in his own pri-
vate Ofhce-"here is one place left ne.
can't go home; now he's killed my club
for me, too. If only 1 could send Plith to
San Quentin
TRY to give up the. idea, Hugh" Sned-
den answered, sadly. "As Plith says, you
can't prove a thing. No witnesses: and
rain washed off all the wheel tracks. Plith
testified there was plenty of room; said you
must have got panicky and unnecessarily
steered off,"
"'Panicky! Unnecessarily steered off :"
ArnOtt cried, passiOnately. "He was half
way over on my side, coming at forty
miles; l had all l could do to swing out Of
a head-on crash. If I'd known 20, God,
l WISH "a turned into him instead"
You don't mean that" Snedden an
swered, sternly. H had his wife and chill
dren with him, you knOw-yOu don't mean
that!''
80 had l." Arnott snarled. st steered
off, and it saved him and his wife and chill
dren: l lost mine. Think about that will
your
ITS over, Hugh. All over Snedden's
lean, hOmely, kindly face working with
pity. The word of the four Pliths is
against yours alone. Without proof you
can't punish Plith. It's over.
ArnOtt sat, twisting his thin fingers to-
gether and staring at the portrait on his
desk-the three of them, Millicent, Mile,
and Jack; Yes" he said, brOkenly, lover
All but the next thirty or forty years. ]
come of a long lived family, jim He
Strengthened himself, drew a scratch pad
toward him. NOW, then-gO over again
Twill you, what you were telling me of that
ms hands, mo more, Jim; l can't stick Il
today. Tomorrow" He took IN his hat
I'm going to the cemetery, jim"
Right with you, Hugh"
The Los Angeles late winter Afternoon
was very soft, very mild, soothing even t.
} the mind. In Snedden's car they whirleC
swiftly back to town, a gorgeous sunse
/, behind them. ArnOtt ,tranquilized by th'
relief of unrestrained tears, was calmer
: more like himself than he had been fOl
many weeks.
t Dickinson ought to be home by now. l
you don't mind, Hugh. when we get to ST
ANDREWS place, III run in about III
J, While Snedden went in, Arnott sat in tn
. car and watched two children DlaVing rack
: cts on the lawn beyond DickinsOn's. Tn
boy, following a missed ball which role
/, close to the car, gave Arnott an impuden
stare; to the girl shouted shrilly, "Minl
p what you're doing, you gOOfy! / told 20
not to serve them so high ~
Without warning he drove the ball at be
la sliced serve which swept suddenly
z upon her in a wide, confusing curve, swli
y as a bullet, striking her boulder tn
: BOY laughed eontemptuously. Serve
right, stupid. Stop that bawling now, CT
= baby!" He gave ArnOtt a triumphar
glance with his malicious. cold gray eye
y Arnott turned disgustedly away; rebe
nous against God. Children like the:
eumDering the earth, while his manly lit
= jack, his sweet and gentle Mile
A big, black sedan, gleamingly neV
a paused swiftly close beside him, swun
wide to the LETT, and, without pause or sit
- ma, maue a Snarp right turn into a driV
s. way. A small machine, closely fOllOwin
E. came to a grinding stop just in time; fro
the t0nneau a great clashing and c~latteriI
or lawn mowers and garden tools pitch'
= into a heap.
q The boy ran forward. shouting angril
= "He nearly smashed our new car, dal
+ The yellow fool"
n Martin Plith got from the sedan, walk
r heavily out to the curb, followed eager
Plithi Arnott, white and treI
m bling with indignation, pulled his hat Il
al over his eyes, that he might not be reco
g The small cars engine had been kill
= by the sudden stop, and the Japane
W gardener was eranking it furiously.
oX Here! FOOL You nearly smashed in
me. Mind where YOU'RE driving ia v
. want to drive in this street. Plith storms
- The little Jap left or cranking. straigl
an ened mp, and glared at Plith. ''You
ne rich man., ne said scornfully. "You G
a. get away with it. Road h0gl-ho loo
~ no signal. Other fellow always to blan
e, l see. l see. YOu-Mr. Plith. I read
OF newspapers about you. Lady: little DO
little girl-an killed. You still road b.