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EK XII.— (Continued.)
Offer.
lie econoni'’. Anc^i nn-
• f niy T'.r.c’f’3 will t-lie
Ill ;i fcr 1k>- incoiiiP.
> hr , lo
1 i: with one 'vbo ]s
' . n o*. ■
••• 'I-';-, fare li-^hl up
("I I (\^n't -.riow yor-
i.trif'M'e vV'th
.' ‘lo inipnt.'.'Jivciy.
i'l'o nirttor (
' ndjvistmorir."
•’.rn '..*1 in V. hnt Trlsh-
. He
' t ^ I can ;^ivo
p.- ■■ I’ .=al(i coldly.
•' k-.ostnir up at
“ I . lli.s faco rciax-
i niilr.
pr.y, Kathleen?”
T i :n nns'.ver for you?’’
on looked at
' TchinRly. Then she
■ ; ftj Sans?r>r, who uIho
r f!
I.
' nys." she ppoke quiet-
■ *0 bribe l;ini thronj^h
I ber.'iuse hU5
Xor doos yoin*
!r siiip temnt him.
^v. I ( ' cerialn poli-
’I lii't carry out if
v,:': keep his word,
r'l-.i !-a: if you op-
i' and Mr.
1; or' h^n' to the
• . .Ty '.vin out, but
: t.li'tn losing .1
> ^r. One of them
\Vc- she save
• .vas not smiling
when
" -''T, in^t '.'-e are no
i ■! wr> ^,;ive (irennis of
i.enl .if for the
' ;m'o ci(i Mr.vl it H too
t
'•ontiments. I'm
f* riique in this
r .--railed. "And
' also. Mr. V.c-
^'’ffe''tlons. 50c. ar.d SI. Trial
freo at W. L. Hand & Co.’s.
“II's a good thins for us, ]McAdoo,
that yon h;:v*'n't fooled liie .vorki as
you have INliss Klinu. Its a better
thing that you aien't whr>t she thinks
you. There is only on-' jterson in the
world that I r' ar, the fa!iatic. He
po?sesf;es moral p.'-.s^^ioii, ;\Ioral pas-
j i ion is as uncev.ain, and thereforr* as
dangerou?. as li.shining or women.
I You havea’i: it,”
“(!ood r.icrhT,” Bob answered, as he
, held oi)en the door.
V.'heu he retiuned to the library.
‘ Kathleen was sewin-s quietly once
mero.
“Well,” h>‘‘ rrniarU'’d, Gitt'’^rc down,
“a:-: 1'; ;;1 wouM s.:y_ I livro my
bi-irr^'f'fi behind rne.”
‘ What a Kiiiinu' he is fo concience-
less! He has f:u^h nice maun^'rs.”
•‘Humph! You v vMn' n ai't" ail alike,
judcinfr a man i.y iiia o'lt^dde. I don't
like an assacsin any better because
ho ?^'?bp iae polil' ly. I l:-te to say
it of any ii;a.i, but he is almost v.orse
than 1 am.
‘‘And now,.'' he added, “he has given
me my warnincr.'’
“But ; ou can beai him,” Kathleen
answered with loyal confidence.
“Now, yea. ri:it in the long run
probably not.” he snid c^rimly. ‘‘I
knov,' his f;ame, Kathleen, iloney is
the only poliMcpl or:i(or nowadays who
gets a heai;nsr. And ny inorfy won’t
last m(? more than three or four years
more at the prc. ent rate, a.-- he knows.
Sooner or later their milii 'ns will get
me, unless some miracle hrstens a
popular revolution—or unless I start
grafting again.”
“Have you stopped, then?”
“I haven't made a penny out of pol-
itlc.s in the iR'^t ?ix year?.”
“And >"'^>11 won'.: begin again.” She
did not ask a question.
•‘Xo” His tono v\-as curiously re
gretful. “I won’v. I used to, with
out a thourht. Put now I hate the
I don’t understand it,” he
cricd impatl; ntly.
Kathleen sn’ppcd her thread and
rose. “My dear boy I” she laughed.
another minute, I suppose,” he add-
led complalningly, “most people would
call this damn foolishness.”
He rose and passed into his bed
room, where he carefully changed his
attire. His toilet completed, he step-
j ped back and surveyed, with a nod of
I frank satisfaction, tlie well-groomed
I figure in the mirror. As he looked,
I something in the reflection caused him
to frown. He passed into the other
room, took from the mantel and old
miniature and returned to the mirror.
Critically he compared the face in the
miniature with that reflected in the
mirror.
“I had forgotten,” he muttered,
‘‘how strong the resemblance is. O,
why should I, with my heritage, be
placcd V. here control of passion and
steadfast loyalty are necessary? Your
face—this resemblance—are a contin
ual prophecy of my utter and ultimate
furility. P.ut I'll end that right here.”
Ror.ghly he tore the frame open
and removed the painted ivory. Then
he strode into the other room again
and cast the portrait on the hot coals
in the grate.
“There, you . detestable renegade,
you and your bequest go out of my life
him and struck into the accompani
ment. And Eleanor, standing where
she was, sang.
Eleanor Gilbert could sing. And
that afternoon she sang as she had
never sung before. For in her sing
ing that day she found expression for
wh^at she had never quite dared to put
into words, the longing for something
higher and better than had yet come
into her life, to fulfil the ultimate wo
man’s mission—a longing v/hich of late
had been growing more and more
poignant within lier. As slie sang, her
heart flooded with kindliness toward
the handsome, romantic young man
before her.
“I wish,” she thought once, when at
the end of a verse the organ took up
tlie refiain, “I wish I were your motli-
er. I wonder, can this be the begin
ning of love—and for you?”
Song followed son, imtil at length
Paul turned from the organ and faced
her.
“Thank you,” he said simply.
SChe rested her eltwws on the back
of the chair, folding her hands and
dropping her chin on them.
“How are those devils now?”
"Gone, eVery one of them. You’re
the most eminently satisfactory per
son in the w’orld. I came here rest
less, morbid, filled with dismal fore
bodings. You sing—the demons flee.”
■ “O. no. It w^asn’t I
magic, but j'our imagination
mons existed only in your imagina
tion,’and when you amagine they are
gone, they are gone.”
He waved his arm imperiously.
“Cease, woman, cease!” he cricd in
burlesque tones. “I refuse to allow
you to speak so ligiitly of yourself. I
insist, you’re the most satisfactorj' per
son person this side of immortality.
Haven’t j'ou any faults at all?”
‘ I told you it was your imagination.
Of course, I have lots of them. Oth
erwise I couldn’t be even little sat
isfactory,”
“No.” he replied, shaldng his head
obstinately. “I have made a careful
search, thinking to overcome this feel
ing; of standing on holy ground when
with you; but I haven’t discoA'^ered the
slightest possible trace of the smallest
possible fault in you.”
“You're in bad form today, aren’t
you? Tliat ponderous comniiment
proves its own insincerity.”
He folded his arms contentedly. "By
the way, wlien are you going to iet me
propose?”
“Must I ever let j’ou?”
“It ic inevitable that I shall pro
pose sooner or later, whether you con
sent or not. But I prefer to do it
under the most propitious circum
stances.”
‘ Why propose at all?” she argued,
smiling. “I like you. Wc are good
friends. W’hy risk our friendship by
introducing uncertainties into it?’’
“There is no uncertainty in my love
for you.” ■
“How do you know? How can you
be sure that you love me and will love
me a year hence?”
“Hov; can 1 be sr.rel When every
atom of my being thrills—”
“Pkaso leave out the rhetoric,” she
interrupted. “They say you can judge
of love by the sacrifice it is winiu3r to
make. W”nat would
me?”
ment, in which Sanger proved a wor
thy antagonist, drawing on his wide
knowledge of industrial and commer
cial conditions to weave sophistries
that more than once discomiited the
forensic Paul. Eleanor, taking no
part other than to ask an occasional
question, listened with the deepest in
terest.
As the men lighted their cigars, she
rose regretfully.
“If we must do penance by listening
to Doctor Maitland, I must get ready.
I give j’ou men just fifteen minutes in
which to save the nation.”
“If I can convert this defendant of
the vested interest, I shall believe the
nation’s ultimate salvation possible,^'
Paul laug’aed.
“An if I can convert this socialist
friend of the people,” Sanger retorted.
“I’ll have hopes, at least, that the
threatened political choas may be
averted for a time.”
“I leave Thomas to keep the peace,”
she smiled, an^ withdrew.
“Thomas,” Sanger suggested. “Mr.
Remington’s glass needs attention.”
The needed attention was given. “And
now you may leave us, Thomas.”
"Quite seriously. Remington,” he be
gan. And then adroitly, "for the sec
ond time he took Paul up into a high
mountain and showed him all the
kingdoms of the earth. These he In-
1, , , might become Paul’s, if only
TV ho worked the 11 he latter would help him, Sanger, to
nation. The de- j drive the mulish, hot-headed foes of
industrial progress into utter and un
ending oblivion. Paul laughingly de
clined thf honor. In the exalted mood
following his conves- ^on with Elea
nor, to resist tempt? • i was easy.
“It comes too high," he laushed.
“I’ve got to stick to McAdoo.”
“Bring him along, by all means. He
would be a welcome addition to our
goodly company. I’ve mentiontioned
the matter to him myself, but he refus
ed owing to an unfortunate misappre
hension of my motives. Perhaps he
might be persuaded to reconsider his
refusal?”
Paul shook his head. "You don’t
know McA-doo. He’s under pledges in
this campaign.”
“O, but platforms, my dear Reming
ton, you know—!” Sanger protested
humorously,
“He lina made personal promises
this time, though. One of them is to
show no quarter to your people. I
never yet heard that he mads a prom-
is to break it.”
Sanger frowned. "Y\."hat’s his game?
You and I know that he, at least, is
no friend to the people.”
Paul smiled. “To be a friend of the
people is good capital sometimes, you
know’’,” he answered, remembering
Bob’s predictions of a popular upris
ing.
“Your friend may find that he has
overcapitalized it,” Sanger said sen-
tentiously. With a wave of his hand
he dismissed the subject in its per
sona! bearing and begon an eloquent
disquisition on the abstract righi,« of
property owners, which lasted until—
“Henry,” came an admonishing
voice from tlie doorway, where Elea
nor stood smiling, “if you're not care
ful, you'll spill that wine down your
sleeve. I shouldn’t care to hear your
oonunents on that catastrojihe. Mr.
you give up for { Remington, what is it in politics that
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would I give up? Everything. ’ { tfenry. the sedate, waving
“Everything’ is a big word, my
friend,” she answ’ered skeptically.
“Let's come down to facts, as Henry
would say. Friends?’’
The descendant of the renegade
Jawe.ss covered his face with his
hands.
She pressed him almost fiercely.
forever. To win her without hurting j your friend McAdoo?’’
Bob—to become worthy of her love
and his friendship—if I’m to do that, ,
I can’t have you to remind me of my j loe'-m t mean everj thin
“For God’s sol;?, don’t!”
“What!” she said mocltinglv.
“Then
emneramental defects. Confidence is
hull the battle, as Bob says.”
For a minute or so the heat made
no imjMession on the miniature. Then
the paint began to swell and crack. To
Pa.ul’s fancy it seemed that the som
ber face on the coals changed its ex
pression, that over it spread a mock
ing, malicious leer.
“Ah! I know what you mean by that.
That I can throw you into the flames,
but that here in my face is a likeness
I can’t destroy—and liere iu my hearty
too. Well, we’ll see.”
He snatched up the poker and sav
agely jabbed the miniature until its
fragments were burled in the coals.
But when tliis was done, he continued
to stare into the fire, as though fas
cinated. His grasp relaxed and the
poker fell to the hearth witli a sharp
clang. His bent attitude straight
ened.
“It’s true,” he groaned, "it’s true!
This isn’t cowardice, but knowledge.
I’m a traitor at heart already. If it
came to a final choice betv/een him
and her, he might burn in hell before
I would leave her.”
A half-hour later Paul was ushered
into the Sanger drawing-room. Elea
nor not appearing at once, he v/an-
dered through an open door into the
music-room, at once end of which had
been installed a small pipe-organ.
\ I.
• ■ • q-ilctly spoken.
'• t my motives,
' 'o :il nnd my sup-
. ad Dunmeade, she
; Fhouldera rare-
of it before
1 '>w jiu:t what you
»■. I'm quite positive
. rear deal of good for
-1 was equally positive
.'»! wouldn't fit lu with
I 'de the offer because it
; me by others who
h r.io. My own policy
' bf.y o!T, opposition.”
r .'- fully to Kathleen.
• no doubt as to the
' '' i:' mof.lvos. Miss
4’* I’m sorn-the out-
'• rinmajro mtist bo dis-
■ I.’’
i rianger into the hall-
wrtfhrd the million-
'• ' 'j.tt. As he was pull-
e- Sander remarked:
'=:0 WITH HIS LIFE.
V'nrs ago 1 faced an
writes H. B. Martin,
n, S. C. “Doctors |)ld
: i'lion and the dreadful
In iked like it, sure
'fif’d everything, I could
■ n >' rough, and waa un-
fnt 'if the best doc-
•'^(owTi, S. C., for a
' ild get no relief. A
1 me to try Dr. King’s
I did BO, and was
I Teel that I owe
Kreat throat and
1-O^.ulvely guaranteed
1’
f'OiUB, and all bronchial
“Ves. bov! For all vour vears and modern science has perfected the
wisdom you’re siill nothing but a big | organ that the souls of men might
child. But I am a middle-aged woman ^^d expression.
and very wise Indeed. And I have! And^Paul, of the many talents, with-
faith. The mlraclc will come. I iiave 1 being a great musician, knew how
seen yr^ater miracles than a popular make the organ respond to his
i..*i— >• noul’s mood. He seated himself and
I began to play. His idle fingering
i-evolutlon. Good ni.'^rht.’
"I Rup’^ose shf^ means me,’
thought complalningly, when she w^as
gone. “I’m afraid ?he’s risrht. I’m a
stupendous fro.ud. I’m afraid I’m de
veloping a conscience.
“But whv?” he demanded impatient
ly. "^^^ly?”
CHAPTER XMI.
Temptations.
Paul Remington impatiently
flung
gradually took form in a passionate,
florid gust of melody that filled the
big house. Then the stormy mood
died away and the organ sang a w’eird,
minor refrain. Eleanor, entering uno-
served by the played, stood leaning
against a chair near him, regarding
him w'ith an odd look, in which admi
ration and pity—perhaps a shade of
contempt—mingled. For several min
utes he played on, apparently not no-
tislng her presence.
At last, without turning or ceasing
aside the book he had been trjing to playing, ho spoke. ‘T can’t see
read. It was Sunday, and to Paul the you, but I knovp you are there.”
first dav of the week was always dis-j "liawyer, politician, orator, musl-
tnictly oppressive. For the Sabbrfth; clan! The gods have been good to
in the Steel City is like unto the; you.” she murmured quizzically.
Ijord’s day in no other city. The mills i “Yes,” he answered, with a trace of
cease, the street-cars rattle irrever
ently, p few godless, rfckless souls
risk damnation in the hereafter and
loss of caste in the present by tak
ing the air and bodily recreation. But
for the most part the city, as becomes
a sober Scotch Presbyterian communi
ty. remembers its Fourth Command
ment and remains conscientiously and
painfully indoors; a vague but per
ceptible atmosphere of melancholy
piety broods over the city.
Paul proceeded to lose himself in a
profound reverie. An hour later he
was still lost in his dreaming. Ho
came to himself with a start. He shud-
derel.
"It’s no use. This day has got on
my nerves. The time when myself
and my dreams were all the company
I needrd is srono. Dreams ere mighty
bitterness. “Jack of all trades and
master of none. But first and above
all, Mrs. Gilbert’s most sincere de-
vottee.”
“Is being Mrs. Gilbert’s devotee a
trade, then?” she queried idly.
“At least, it’s more than a profes
sion.”
“Come, that Is beneath you. A pun,
you know—’'
"Yes, and my spirits are as low as
my wit today.” He ceased to play and
TJ^egan to examine a pile of music ly
ing beside him.
She struck the back of the chair, lu
vexation half pretended, half real.
“Are you ever in the same mood for
two consecutive days? Your moods
are as various—as mine.”
“I’m constant in at least one thing
but you won’t let me speak of that,”
poor iieart food. And I m starving. I lie responded gloomilj'. Today Im
haven’t seen her for two days and I possessed of a thousand devils. Sing,
can’t wait another day—another hour He opened a sheet of music before
Slowly his iiands fell to ms side.
His face was very white, his eyes un
utterably weary. Hie-, head went up as
he ansv.'rred her steadily, though with
visi’o’e effort.
“Xo, ‘everything’ doesn't moan ev
erything. V'hen he asked n;e to give
you up, I refused. I jou should de
mand that I give him up. I must make
the same answer. OtOiierwise I must
be utterly contemptible. I forced my
pneudship on him pgainst his will. If
it means anything to him now, I can’t
take it av.ay from him.”
He closed his eyes for a moment,
and so did not .?ee the kindliness that
flashed momentarily into her face.
“Ah! you are worth while now'!'
she cried inwardly. “If only you could
be 50 always! I almost—almost—be-
“My dear friend!” she said aloud
gently, “I'm not tempting you. be
cause I have nothing to offer in ex
change for the sacrifice. I’m onlv
showing you what it means to care for
an intensely selfish woman. And I—
I should like to care for you. But I
dare not. I’m too much like Mr. Me-
Adoo. I can never iet myself love
any man with whom I am*^ not first.
And he hates me. It dates from a day
eleven years ago. w'hen he saved my
life.” Paul loolied up. astounded. “He
has hated the memory of me ever
since, I think. If I married you, soon
er or later we should come to the place
where you must hurt him or me. That
would mean misery for us both. I
can never think seriously of caring for
us both. I can never think seriously
of caring for you until he withdraws
his objections to me—or until you are
willing to give him up for me.”
He made no answer. She w^ent close
to him and laid a hand gently on his
arm.
“Don’t 3’ou see?”
He caught her hand closely in both
of his. “Do you think,” he demanded
fiercelj', "do you think you could ever
come to care for me?”
^‘I wish you could malce me,” impul
sively.
"Then,” he said with sudden determ
ination, “when 3'ou do, we will teach
him what a wonderful woman you are,
and he will approve.”
“And that would be the only w’ay
it could he, I think. For .you'could
never cast him aside—and I could nev
er ask you to—never let j’’Ou.”
She withdrew her hand gently from
his ardent clasp.
"And now,” she said brightly, with
an air of dismissing the topic, "did
you know' that you are to dine with
Henry and me tonight? And after
ward you are to take me to church.
The preacher i*? very dull, but at least
listening to him will serve as a sort
of penance for our sins.”
The dinner passed off very pleas
antly for Paul. The chef, as Sanger
boasted, w^as "really the one exponent
of the fine art in the Steel City.” And
Sanger himself proved +o be'an ad
mirable host, bearing liimself toward
Paul -with a frank cordiality that made
Eleanor secretly wonder, and quite
disarmed Paul. By the time the en
tree wAs reached, the talk had turn
ed to politics, Sanger W'ittily chaffing
Paul over the latter’s reputation as a
“friend of the pee-pul,” Paul retorting
in kind. When coffee was served, the
two men were deep in a political argu-
a wine
glass frantically in the air and wax
ing positively eloquent over our in-
daiitri:)! prosperity!”
“What I’d like to know.” said Paul,
rising from the table, “is whether
Mr. Sanger believes v;hat he says.”
“Of course not,” she laughed. “That’s
merely Henry’s method of justifying
an intended course of action.”
Sanger's eyes narrowed a trifle, but
he laughed and ansv, ered in tlie heart
iest 0:anner.
“At least, Mr. Remington may be
sure that I'm sincere in my good wish
es for him personally. If ever I can
do anytliing for you in a private way,
don't fail to let me know. Reming
ton.”
“I shall remember your promise,”
Paul said politely, inwardly resolving
that, to be on the safe side, he would
never allow himself to incure obli
gations to Sanger.
The preacher proved to be as dull
as Eleanor predicted. For a few min
utes Paul dutifully tried to fix his at
tention on the discourse, but he soon
' - .ve over the effort and fell to watch
ing her. He noticed her looking queer-
ly toward a retired corner in one of
the .galleries. He followed the line
of her gaze, and gasped in astonish
ment.
“Ye gods! Kathleen has brought
Bob to church!”
“Is Miss Flinn with him?” she whis
pered. "Which one?”
“To his Tight. I’ll let you into a
secret. Kathleen is in love with
Bob.”
“Indeed!” she said indifferejitly.
But several times during the ser
vice she caught her gaze straying
from the pulpit to the man in the
gallery and the sweet-faced w’oman
beside him.
As he was leaving her, Eleanor said;
"Will you take me to call on Miss
Flinn?”
“Gladly. I’m sure you and she will
become good friends.”
For the next few day.s Paul raw
Eleanor daily. She was very kind to
him and be w’as therefore lifted Into
the Eeveiftii heaven. The genrosity
of the hojieful lover led him to throw
himself more enthusiastically into
Bob’s campaign. But Bob was very
busy and there was little opportunity
for anything but business conversa
tion; Eleanor Gilbert’s name was nev
er mentioned between them. Never
theless, Bob was not so busy but that
she was o^’^en in his thoughts. It was
at this time that he finally decided on
a plan which had been suggested to
him by Sanger’s visit. This decision
led to several long-distance telephone
calls between him and Dunmeade and
Murchell.
Paul took Eleanor to call on Kath
leen early in the week. His prophecy
that they would become good friends
was not fulfilled, at least immediate-
lj\ Kathleen, with a .self-conscious
ness foreign to her, saw in Eleanor’s
honest efforts to please her only pat
ronage. And Eleanor, chilled, was con
vinced that the older woman disliked
her. Kathleen returned the call a few
days later, but at that time Eleanor
had left the city to spend the week
end w’ith her cousin, Mrs. Dunmeade.
(CONTINUED TOMORROW.)
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Brass and Iron Beds
If you have been longing for a braes Tjed but felt that yon
were not rich enough to own one, you can now satisfy that fond
desire as we have a variety of styles in brass beds at popular
prices. We can furnish you xery attractive massive Brass Beds
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at $20.00, $25.00, $30.00, $45.00 and up to $75.00.
If it is an Iron Bed you need, we have the McMahen gnaraik*
teed, 3 piece beds for you, and the “McMahen” guarantee guar
antees.
Headquarters for high-grade bedding of all kinds.
W. I. McCoy & Co.
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