The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-11-02
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instinct when it sounds its warning
tocsin."
Il shall never love any man but you,
Dave darling. I shall remain Prue Of
Prosperity farm and make your life a
burden by camping on your trail"
60 slow. No armor ever has been
forged which Is invulnerable to love.
If you haven't really loved, you haven't
really lived. AS for having you
camped on my trail, wouldn't have
pulled through IL 1t hadn't been for
you-and have pulled through. I
feel like a new man. I have a brand
new outlook. l know now that I got
the signals mixed, surrendered to
heartbreak and weakness when !
should have accepted them as chal-
lenge"
"Davei Davel How marvelousl
There's the knocker. Who has come,
I wonder. You've had visitors enough
this morning, so I'll close the living
room door. A peddler probably"
Prudence opened the front door.
Len Galloway confronted her.
Without speaking he passed her and
entered the shop. His assurance
crisped her voice.
"What do you want?"
Same old request. want the con-
tract to cut your timber"
Same old answer" Prudence MINI
licked his diction to an infection. Il
have made arrangements with Gerard
| to cut it."
Gerard again. Do you still think
| he is serious about this woodsman
stuff? 'He-well, you saw that circus
rider who calls herself Mademoiselle
Millee, the day the old clown passed
out. Her right name is Milly Gooch.
She was engaged to me. Threw me
! over for Gerard and he"
"That's lie like some of the other
statements you have made, Galloway"
Her tone dashed his color to dark red,
| hardened his eyes,"
"Oh, it is See this?"
He held out an envelope. Involun-
| tarily she read the address. Mr. Rod
| ney Gerard.
Get that? Now listen" He pulled
out card. "And get this:
"Dear Roddy-
Thanks for the check. Don't mail
it again. Bring it as usual. I've kept
my promise. Nobody knows.
Milly.'"
II found that on the floor near Ger
ards desk. Now will you let me ham
| die your timber?"
Furious with herself that she had
stood like a lump Of putty and lis
tened to the note, an unbearable reali-
| cation that it confirmed her suspicious
| Of Rodney Gerards philandering
roughened the voice in which Pru-
| dence scoffed:
"You must be the original if-at-first-
observation-disclosures lad. But
| this time you have thrown sand in the
machinery. 1t won't work. Rodney
! Gerard and l will get that timber
out"
Calloway's eyes burned red.
you and Rodney Gerard! That's a
| joke. Try to get men to cut. Just
try, that's all. suppose you are
trusting to your partner for that?"
Prudence swallowed nervous
chuckle. "You have guessed it. am
trusting to my partner to engage the
men to cut Good morning."
He looked like a man who was still
dazed from a body blow as he de-
parted. Once his lips moved, but Prue
banged the door behind him before he
could speak.
She leaned against it. Had Gallo
way found that note of Milly Gooch's in
Rodney Gerard's room? "Dont mail
it again." Apparently there had been
other checks. Why hadn't she asked the
man why he had been shopping at
High Lodges? Not that she cared who
wrote to Rodney Gerard or what he
did with his money. Mrs. Walt had
been right. Her butterfly brother did
fit from flower to flower. He had
thought that she-Prudence Schuyler
would allow
A sob of fury shook her. She
brushed her hand savagely across her
lips.
TO BE CONTINUED.