The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1936-09-10
her father said, watching her. "Phil
certainly leans on your lawyer, Light

mother and you"
.Yes,' she said, I'VE did," What did
he mean by "at last"f Had he been
reading the papers all year for report
| OF her return7
This afternoon the papers said you
are home"
ayes"
$50 tonight am at one of your
nelghbors"
Staying there7" said Agnes. What
was this man to herr 1t was hard
| for her to speak.
mo. I'm leaving now
xviii you come hereT"
Agnes returned to her family. "He's
coming here" she told them.
Tonight" demanded her mother.
"Now." And she left them again,
| and stood near the door.
At the Linsdales'. Cathal returned
from the telephone to the study, shut
of from other rooms, where waited
the man threatened with Imprisonment
for the rest OF his life.
The room was dark, save for
cone of yellow light from the shaded
lamp over the accounts and records
they had examined together-over and
over, and would never finish. Phil
Linsdale sat pushed back Just beyond
the edge OF the light.
Going now, OMara?r
Eyes, sir. Good night"
mot for q minute, O'Mara. Give
me another minute, will your Sit
down again. That's right Now
I've nothing to say. But can't let you
CO. What In hell will dot 80
over 1t again with my wife7 Or sit
with her and not go over 1t again.
| And my daughterl =. Damn 1t,
O'Mara! You went to college too; did
| you study Shakespeare? He said
too many things too well. To pat for
| you-you can't forget them.
IT have lived long enough; my
way OF life Is fallen into the scar, the
| yellow leaf Know It, O'Mara?"
Eyes, sir"
And that which should accompany
| old age, as honor, love, obedience,
troops Of friends, must not look to
have That's me. even IL you get me
off, O'Mara. Do you suppose my broth
er was right-my brother Arthur He
should have died hereafter That's an
other great line, O'Mara. Macbeth said
1t of his wife when they told him she
was gone. She should have died here
after Arthur should have stayed. He
was far the best OF us. He was twice
me. twice my brother Emery, In Can
ada. 4. Come tomorrow night early
and stay late, will you, O'Mara7"
Cathal drove slowly from the house.
He could not let the man whom he
had left hear him hurrylng away.
!, Agnes at last heard his car.
She was In white, as he had left her
year ago, and so he saw her.
II couldn't come sooner" he said.
Il know" she said What was this
man to her, when the sight of him
and his voice, after year, SO stirred
| her?
Her father asked flows Phil Lins-
dale tonightl'
Hes not changed much since they
released him on bail-and he buried
his brother"
He can't be really gullty" Beatrice
| Gleneith protested. HE can't be
Catha looked at her. and thought OF
| he
| any Of this had happened and 1t had
been Myrtle LorrIe who had required
defending.
"Why?" he said.
"They accuse him OF stealing funds.
Mr.. Linsdale would never steal. 1t Is
inconceivable. He Is friend OF ours.
| have known Mrs. Linsdale for years."
"Yes," said Cathal. "She told me-"
/ Davis said nothing. He had risen
and shaken hands with Cathal, and
then lapsed into his chair.
H. Cathal O'Mara was changed too. 1t
was not that his consequence was In
| creased She felt that, but not from
him; 1t was In the attitude the others
took toward him.
There had been nothing tonight
there could have been nothing-like
the moment they had shared In the
breaking storm under the lightning on
| the shore. They remained with her
family, but she did not want him to
| go; he arose, however, and she went to
the door with him. There they were
| alone.
Twill be strange" he said gazing
down at her, mot to be watching the
social columns tomorrow All year I've
bought every paper, every day, for
chance Of menti,Sl OF you. Now you'll
be staying home"
"Yes," said Agnes. wouldn't your
| II would" he said, quite soberly.
Especially regarding your. brother-in-
| law"
| Davis" Agnes almost whispered
his name. "How did he look to your"
Cathal answered In one word "Des-
perate."
ITO BE CONTINUED
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