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By FRANCIS LYNDE
AUTHOR OF “THK GRAFTERS,
(Copyright, 1WJ5, by J. y. Lippincott Co.)
(Continued from last week.)
f *1 have no right to expect a better
answer,” he said, finally, when he
«ould trust himself to speak. “But I
am like other men; I should like to
know why.”
“You can ask that?” she retorted.
"‘You say you have no right. What
fcave you done to expect a better an
swer?”
He shrugged. “Nothing, I suppose.
But you knew that before.”
“I only know what you have shown
(me during the past three weeks, and
fct has proved that you are what Mr.
Mtdams said you were—though he was
only jesting.”
“And that is?”
“A faineant, a dilettante; a man
with all the God-given ability to do
as he will and to succeed, and yet who
jwlli not take the trouble to perse
vere.” ,
, Winton smiled, a grim little smile.
“You are not quite like any other
woman I have ever known—not like
Smy other in the world. I believe.
lYour sisters, most of them, would take
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It as tlio sim crest homage that a man
should mgleet his work for his love.
Do you care so much for success,
then?"
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i “For the thing itself—nothing, less
than nothing. But—but one may care
a little for the man who wins or
lo^es.”
He tried to take her hand again
tried and failed.
“Virginia!—is that my word of
hope?”
No. Will you never see the com
monplace effrontery of it, Mr. Win
ton? Day after day you have come
here, idling away the precious hours
that meant everything to you, and
now you come once again to offer me
a share in what you have lost. Is that
your idea of chivalry, of true man
hood?”
Again the grim smile came and
went.
“An unprejudiced onlooker might
say that you have made me very wel
come.”
"Mr. Winton! Is that generous?”
“No; perhaps it is hardly just. Be
cause I counted the cost and have
paid the price open-eyed. You may
remember that I told you that first
evening I should come as often as I
dared. I knew Jhen. what I have
known all along; that it was a part
of your uncle’s plan to delay my
work.”
“His and mine, you mean; only you
are too kind—or not quite brave
enough—to say so.”
“Yours?—never! If I could believe
you capable of such a thing—”
“You may believe it," she broke in.
: “It was I who suggested it.”
He drew a deep breath, and she
heard his teeth come together with a
click. It was enough to try the faith
of the loyalest lover. It tried his
| sorely. Yet he scarcely needed her
i low-voiced: “Don’t you despise me as
I deserve, now?” to make him love her
the more.
“Indeed, I don't. Resentment and
love can hardly find room in the same
heart at the same time, and I have
said that I love you,” he rejoined
quickly.
She went silent at that, and when
she spoke again the listening Jastrow
tuned his ear afresh to lose no word.
“As I have confessed, I suggested
it. It was just after I had seen your
men and the sheriff's ready to fly at
each other’s throats. I was miserably
afraid, and I asked Uncle Somerville
if he could not make terms with you
in some other way. I didn't mean—”
He made haste to help her.
“Please don’t try to defend your mo
tive to me: it is wholly unnecessary.
It is more than enough for me to know
that you were anxious about my \
safety.”
But she would not let him have the
crumb of comfort undisputed.
“There were other lives involved
besides yours. I didn't say I was spe
cially afraid for you, did I?”
“No, but you meant it. And I
thought afterwards that I should have
given you a hint in some way, though
the way didn’t offer at the time.
There was no danger of bloodshed. I
knew—we all knew—that Deckert
wouldn't go to extremities with the
small force he had.”
"Then it was only a—a—”
"A bluff.” he said, supplying the
word. “If I had believed there tvas
the slightest possibility of a fight, I
should have made my men take to the
woods rather than let you witness it.”
“You shouldn’t have let me waste
mv sympathy,” she protested, re
proachfully.
“I’m sorry; truly, I am. And you
have been wasting it in another direc
tion as well. To-night will see the
shale-slide conquered definitely, I
hope, and three other days of good
weather will send us into Carbonate
yards.”
She broke in upon him with a lit
tle cry of impatient despair.
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"That shows how unwary you hav
been! Tell me: Is there not a lit
tie valley just above here—an opei
place where your railroad and Unch
Somerville’s run side by side?”
"Yes, it is a mile this side of th<
canyon head. What about it?”
'How long is it since you have beei
up there?” she queried.
Winton stopped to think. "I don’
know—a week, possibly.”
"Yet if you had not been comini
here every evening, you or Mr. Adam;
would have found time to go—1<
watch every possible chance of inter
ference, wouldn’t you?”
“Perhaps. That was one of th<
risks I took, a part of the price-payin;
I spoke of. If anything had happened
I should still be unrepentant.”
"Something has happened. Whil<
yo.u have been taking things for grant
ed, Uncle Somerville has been at worl
day and night. He has built a tract
right across yours in that little val
ley, and there is a train of cars 01
something, filled with armed men
kept standing there all the time!”
Winton gave a low whistle. Tlier
he laughed mirthlessly.
“You are quite sure of this? Then
is no possibility of your being mis
taken?”
"None at all. And I can only de
fend myself by saying that I didn’t
know about it until a few minutes ago
What is to be done?—but stop; yov
needn’t tell me. I am not worthy ot
your confidence.”
“You are; you have just proved it
But there isn’t anything to be done
The next thing in order is the exil
of one John Winton in disgrace. That
spur track and engine means a cross
ing fight which can bo prolonged in
definitely with due vigilance on th£
part of Mr. Darrah’s mercenaries
I’m smashed, Miss Carteret, carefully
and permanently. Ah, well, it’s only
one more fool for love. Hadn’t wc
better go in? You'll take cold stand
ing out here.”
She drew herself up and put hei
hands behind her.
"Is that the way- you take it, Mr
Winton?”
The acid laugh came again.
“Would you have me tear a passion
to tatters? My ancestors were nol
French.”
iijuuieu l
blit
cio cue ixjunieuL was,
could not miss her opportunity.
“How can you tell when you don’1
know your grandfather’s middle
name?” she said, half crying.
His laugh at this was less acrid
“Adams again? My grandfather ha;
no middle name. But I mustn’t keej
you out here in the cold talking
genealogies.”
His hand was on the door to opei
it for her. Like a flash she came be
tween, and her fingers closed over hi:
on the doorknob.
“Wait,” she said. “Have I done al
this—humbled myself into the vert
dust—to no purpose?”
“Not if you will give me the on<
priceless word I am thirsting for.”
“Oh, how shameless you are!” sh;
cried. “Will nothing serve to arous;
the better part of you?”
“There is no better part of any mar
than his love for a woman. You havi
aroused that.”
“Then prove it by going and build
ing your railroad, Mr. Winton. Whei
you have done that—”
He caught at the word as a drown
ing man catches at a straw’.
“When I have won the 'light—Vir
ginia, let me see your eyes—when
have won, I may come back to you?”
“I like men wrho do things. Goo;
night.” And before he could repl;
she had made him open the door fo
her, and he w-as left alone on tin
square railed platform.
In the gathering-room of the privat
car Virginia found an atmosphere sur
charged with electrical possibilities
felt it and inhaled it, though ther
w-as nothing visible to indicate il
The Rajah was buried in the depth
of his particular easy-chair, puffin
his cigar; Bessie had the Reverem
Billy in the tete-a-tete contrivance
and Mrs. Carteret was reading unde
the Pintsch drop-light at the. table.
It was the chaperon who applied th
firing spark to the electrical possibil
ties.
“Didn’t I hear you talking to som
one out on the platform, Virginia?
she asked.
“Yes, it was Mr. Winton. He cam
to make his excuses.”
Mr. Somerville Darrah awoke on
of his tobacco reverie with a start.
“Hah!” he said, fiercely. Then, i
his most courteous phrase; “Did
undehstand you to say tnat Miste
Winton would not faveh us to-nigh
my deah Virginia?”
"He could not. He has come upo
—upon some other difficulty, I bi
lieve.” she stammered, steering a peri
ous course among the rocks of equiv;
cation.
“Mmph!” said the Rajah, risin;
“'Ah—where is Jastrow?”
The obsequious one appeared, im:
like, at the mention of his name, an
received a curt order.
“Go and find Engineer McGrath an
his fireman. Tell him I want the ei
gine instantly. Move, seh!”
Virginia retreated to her stateroor
Tn a few minutes she heard her irac
go out; and shortly afterwards tl
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ward. At that. Virginia went back
to the others and found a hook. But
if waiting inactive were difficult, read
ing was blankly impossible.
“Goodness!” she exclaimed. “How
hot you people keep it in here!
Cousin Billy, won’t you take a turn
with me on the station platform? I
can’t breathe!”
Calvert acquiesced eagerly, scenting
i possibilities. But when they were out
; under the frosty stars he had the
good sense to walk her up and down
i in the healing silence and darkness
for five full minutes before he ven
! tured to say what was in his mind.
When he spoke it was earnestly and
I to the purpose, not without eloquence.
■ He loved her; had always loved her,
he thought. Could she not, with time
• and the will to try, learn to love him?
—not as a cousin?
• She turned quickly and put both
■ hands on his shoulders.
“Oh Cousin Billy—don't!” she fal
[ tered brokenly; and he, seeing at once
> that he had played the housebreaker
where he would fain have been the
welcome guest, took his punishment
manfully, drawing her arm in his and
walking her yet other turns up and
down the long platform until his pa
| tience and the silence had wrought
. j their perfect work.
;he asked,
“Does it hurt much?” s
j softly, after a long time.
I | “You would have to change places
. j with me to know just how much it
. hurts,” he answered. “And yet you
, haven’t left me quite desolate, Vir
ginia. I still have something left—
? all I’ve ever had, I fancy.”
“And that is—”
“My love for you. you know. It
3 isn’t at all contingent upon yojir yes
or. no; or upon possession—it never
3 has been, I think. It has never asked
y much except the right to be.”
1 She was silent for a moment. Then
she said: “Cousin Billy, I do believe
r that you are the best rrutn that ever
lived. And I am ashamed—ashamed!'
2 “What for?”
“If I have spoiled you, ever so lit
tle, for some truer, worthier woman.
e “You haven’t; you mustn’t take that
- ! view of it. I am decently in love
with my work—a work that not a few
e wise men have agreed could best be
| done alone. I don’t think there will
! be any other woman. You see, there
i is only one Virginia. Shall we gc
| in now?”
j She nodded, but when they reached
h the Rosemary the returning engine
■ _ j was rattling upon the open siding.
’ j Virginia drew back.
Q j “I don’t want to meet Uncle Somer
ville just now,” she confessed. “Can t
I we climb up to the observation plat
form at the other end of the car?”
He said yes, and made the affirm^
tive good by lifting her in his arpp
’’ over the high railing. Once safely on
the car, she bade him leave her.
1 “Slip in quietly and they won t no
a tice,” she said. “I’ll come presentlj*.^
Calvert obeyed, and Virginia sto^p
‘ alone in the darkness. Down in the
1 Utah construction camp lights were
darting to and fro; and before long
lm she heard the hoarse puffs of the big
e octopod, betokening activities.
e She was shivering a little in t c
:e
t-, Continued on page eight
City Directory,
MUNICIPAL OFPICKK8
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, E. W. Magness,
Treasurer, O. E. Craig,
Marshal, Walter Pascoe,”
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, R. R. Ad
ams, t II. Hearing, C. M. Edwards
j and VV. Cl. Minis.
Council meets first Monday rti'gfrfriia
each month.
CHUItCHKS
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
in and 7:30 p. rn. the second and fourth
Sunday in each month. Rev. Jas. F.
.Ternigan, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. rn.
Saturday before first Sunday, and 11
t. m. first Sunday in each month.
Rev. \V. P. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services first and
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
■i). and 7:30 p. m. Rev. J. 11. McDon
el, Pastor.
KKATEI1NIT1KS
I»annelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
•bird Saturday nipht. I. C. Nuckolls,
K. II. P.;T. 11. I tear i rip, Sec.
Newark Lodpe F. & A. M. No. 248
meets second Saturday nipht. F. C.
Hoyt, W. M.: J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Camp W.O. W. No. 288 meets,
second and fourth Tuesday nights in
month. E. W. Magness, C. C.;0. F.
Craip, Clerk
Newark Grove W. C. No. 87 meets,
first and third Tuesday niphts. Mrs.
C. M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newark Lodpe I. O. O. F. No. 2(13
meets the first and third Wednesday
niphts. R. M. Galloway, N. G ; T. M.
Flarrelson, Secretary.
Banner Rebekah Lodpe No. 15
meets every Saturday afternoon at 3
o’clock. Mrs. T. J. Raney, N. G.; Misa
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodpe No. 2379 K. &
L. of II. meets first and tnird Monday
nipiits in each month. E. M. Edgar*
Protector; Zed Griffith, Secretary.
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