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9 % A Powerful Story of
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By MARVIN DANA from the • •
Play of BAYARD VEILLER • •
'opyrigtit. 1913. by the If. K. Fly Gotn-
patty. The play "Within the Ijaw' is
copyrighted by Mr. VeUler and this
novelizatlon of it is published by ids
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
lualve rights of the representation
and performance of "Within the Law"
in all languages.
SYNOPSIS
Mary Turner, an orphan, faces the
world, and its complex problems alone
at the age of sixteen. Her mother
died at her birth and her sole legacy
from an indulgent but poor father is
a character well instructed in the ex
cellent principles that had been his
The girl secures employment at the
Emporium. « department store owned
by Edward Gilder. The struggle for
existence is a Litter one. Five years
elapse. Valuable silks are stolen.
The thefts arc traced to Mary s de
partment and some of the goods Is
found in her locker. Tho girl, though
innocent of the thievery . is arrested,
tried ami sentenced to three years in
prison.
Now go on with the story.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
In ih< 23 years of hli life every gift
that money’ could lavish had been his
If the sum total of benefit was small,
at least there remained the consoling
fact that the harm was even less.
Luxury' had not sapped the strength
of him. He had not grown vicious as
have so many of Ills fellows among
the sons of the rich. Some Instinct
held him aloof from the grosser vices
Hi- were the trifling faults that had
their origin chiefly’ in the Joy’ of life
which manifest occasionally In riotous
extravagances, of a sort actually to
harm none, however absurd and use
less they may be.
So much one might see by a glance
Into the face He was well groomed,
of course; healthy’, all a-tingle with
vitality. And in the clear eyes, which
avoided 11c man’s gave nor sought any
woman’s unseemly’, there showed a
soul untainted, not yet developed, not
$et debased. Through all his days
Dick Glider had walked gladly, in
the content that springs to the call of
one possessed of a capacity for en
joyment; possessed, too, of every
means for the gratification of desire.
As yet the man of him was unre
vealed in its integrity’. No test had
been put upon him. The fires of suf
fering had not tried the dross of him
What real worth might lie under this
1 gunny surface the future might deter
mine There showed now only this
one significant fact —that in the first
moment of nis return from Journey-
ings abroad he sought his father with
nil engorneM, and was surely grieved
because the meeting must still be de-
It was a little thing, perhaps
Sarah Explained.
Yet It was capable of meaning much
concerning the nature of the lad. It
revealed surely a tender heart, one
responsive to a pure love. And to
one of his class there are many forces
«ver present to atrophy such simple,
wholesome power of loving. The 'abil-
ity to love cleanly and absolutely is
the supreme virtue.
Parah explained that Mr. Gilder
had been called to the Court of Gen
eral Sessions by the judge.
Dick interrupted her with a gust of
laughter.
“What’s dud been doing now ?” he
demanded, his eyes tw inkling. Then a
reminiscent grin shaped itself on his
lips. "Remember the time that fresh
» »cop arregtq^ pirn for speeding.’
■ Wasn’t he wild? 1 thought he would
have the whole police force discharg
ed.’’ He smiled again. “The trouble
-vis,”- he declared, sedately’, "that sort
of thing requires practice. Now,
when I’m arrested for speeding. I'm
not in the least flustered—oh, not a
Jr little bit! Bui poor dad! That one
experience of his almost soured his
whole life, it was near the death of
him—also of the cit>’’s finest."
By’ this time the secretary’ had re
gained her usual poise, which had
! bfen somewhat disturbed by the ir
ruption of the young man. Her face *
shone delightedly as she regarded him. *
LOCAL DRUGGIST
M&KES STATEMENT!
There was a maternal note of rebuke
in her voice as she spoke
"Why. we didn't expect you back
for Iwo or three months yet."
Once again Dick laughed with an
infectious gayety that brought a smile
of response to the secretary’s lips.
Sadie," he explained confidentially ,
don’t you dare ever to let the old
man know. He would be ail swollen
up. It's bad to let a parent swell up.
But the truth is. Sadie, I got kind of
homesick for dad—yes, just that!"
He spoke the words with a sort of
shame-faced wonder, it is not easy
for an Angol-Saxon to confess the
realities of affection in vi*al Intima
cies. He repeated the phrase In a cu
riously appreciative hesitation, as one
astounded by his own emotion. "Yes.
homesick for dad!"
Then, to cover an excess of sincere
feeling, he continued, with a burst of
laughter:
"Besides, Sadie, T was broke."
The secretary sniffed.
"The cable would have handled that'
end of it, I guess," she said, suc
cinctly.
There was no word of contradiction
from Dick, who from ample experi
ence knew’ that any demand for funds
would have received answer from his
father.
"But what is dad doing In court?"
he demanded.
Sarah explained the matter with
her usual conciseness:
"One of the girls was arrested for
stealing."
The nature of the sen was showm
then clearly in one of Its best aspects.
At once he exhibited his Instinct to
ward the quality of mercy’, and, too,
his truth 1n the father whom he loved,
by his eager comment.
"And dad went to court to get her
out of the scrape. That's Just like the
old man!"
Forgot All About It!
Sarah, however, showed no hint of
enthusiasm. Her mind was ever of
the prosaic sort, little prone to flights
In that prosaic quality was to be
found the explanation of her depend- *
ability as a private secretary'. So,
now. she merely made a terse state
ment:
“Shewas tried to-dav and convicted.
The Judge sent for Mr. Glider to come
down this morning and have a talk
with him about the sentence.”
There was no lessening of the ex
pression of certainty on the young
man’s face. He loved hla father, and
he trusted where he loved
"It will be all right," he declared
In a tone of entire conviction. "Dad’s
heart is as big as a barrel He’ll get
her off."
Then of a sudden Dick gave a vio
lent start. He added a convincing
groan.
"Oh. Lord!" he exclaimed, dismal
ly. There was shame in his voice. "I
forgot all about It!"
The secretary regarded him with an
expression of amazement.
"All about what?” she questioned.
Dick assumed an air vastly more
confidential than at any time hitherto.
Ho leaned toward tho secretary’s desk
and spoke W'ith a new seriousness of
manner:
“Sadie, have you any money? I’m
broke! My taxi has been waiting out
side all this time."
"Why, yes." the secretary' said,
cheerfully. "Tf you will—’’
Dick was discreet enough to turn
his attention to a picture on the wall
opposite while Sarah went through
those acrobatic performances obliga
tory on women who take no chances
of losing money by carrying It in
purser.
"There," she called after a few
panting seconds, and exhibited a
flushed face.
Dick turned eargerly and seized the
bank note offered him.
"Mighty much obliged. Sadie,” he
said, enthusiastically. "But I must
run. Otherwise, this wouldn’t he
enough for the fare!" And, 90 sav
ing. he darted out of the room.
the receiver and pushed the telephone
aside, ns lie turned his attention to the
papers neatly arranged on the desk
ready to his hand.
The curiosity of the secretary could
not be longer delayed.
"What did they do with tin* Turner
girl?" she inquired in an elaborately
casual manner.
Gilder did not look up from the heap
of paj>ers, but answered rather harshly,
while, once again his expression grew
forbidding.
"I don't know I couldn't wait," he
said. He; made a petulant gesture aH
he w’ent on: "1 don't see why .Judge
Ltwlor bothered mo about the matter.
He is the one to impose sentence, not
l I am hours behind with my work
now* ”
For a few minutes he gave himself
up to the routine of business, distribut
ing the correspondence and other va
rious papers for the action of .subordi
nates, and speaking ills orders occasion
ally to the attentive secretary with a
quickness and precision that proclaimed
the capable executive. The observer
But I do want to know,” Mary continued, ‘‘What you
meant by talking in the public street yesterday with a common
pickpocket. ’ ’
! /
J'
. 0%
ill v
robbed, so he abruptly’ changed his line
>f argument.
"She says that her record of five years
.n your employ ought to count some-
hing in her favor."
Gilder, however, was not disposed to
he sympathetic as to a matter so fla
grantly opposed to his interests.
"A court of justice has decreed her
’uilty,” he asserted once again, in his
ponderous manner. His emphasis indl-
•;iied that there the affair ended.
I >emarest smiled cynically as he strode
io and fro.
"Nowadays." he shot out, "we don't
ill them courts of justice: we call
hem courts of law."
Gilder yielded only a rather dubious
smile over the quip. This much he felt
ot he could afford, since those same
• ourts served his personal purposes well
Indeed.
"Anway,” he declared, becoming gen-
i 1 again, "it’s out of our hands. There’s
nothing we can do, now."
"Why, as to that,’’ the lawyer re
plied, with a hint of hesitation, ‘‘I am
not so sure. You see. the fact of the
matter is that, though I helped to prose-
ite the case, I am not a little bit
proud of the verdict."
Gilder raised his eyebrows in unfeign
ed astonishment. Even yet he was quite
without appreciation of the attorney’s
feeling in reference to the conduct of
1 lie case.
"Why?” he questioned, sharply’.
“Because," the lawyer said, again
■ alting directly’ before the desk, "in
spite of all the evidence against her, I
m not sure that Mary Turner is guilty-
far from it, in fact!!”
Gilder uttered an ejaculation of con
tempt, but Demarest went on resolute
ly.
"Anyhow," he explained, "the girl
wants to see you, and I wish to urge
sou to grant her an interview."
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CHAPTER m
Only Three Years.
W HEN at last the owner of the
store entered the office his
face showed extreme irrita
tion. He did not vouchsafe any greet
ing to the secretary, who regarded
him with an accurate perception of
his mood. With a diplomacy born of
long experience, in her first speech
Sarah afforded an agreeable diYerstftn
to her employer's line of thought.
"Mr Hastings, of the Empire store,
called you up, Mr. Glider, and asked me
to let him know when you returned.
Shall 1 gel him on the wire?"
The mans face lightened instantly,
and there was even the beginning of a
smile on his lips as he seated himself
the great mahogany desk
"Yes. yes'" he exclaimed, with evi
dent enthusiasm The smile grew in
the short interval before the connection
was made. When, finally, he addressed
his friend over the telephone, ills tones!
were of the cheerfuWi
What Did They Do With Her?’|
"Oh, good morning. Yes certainly. 1
Four w ill suit me admirablv . [
Sunda 1 ” Yes, if you like We ran got
out alter church, anti have luncheon a 1 |
the country dub." After listening a ‘
moment, he laughed it a pleased fash *
ion that had ii it a suggestion of « on- j
sHous superiority "M> dear fellow." '
he declared briskly "you couldn't beat .
me in a thousand 'eats. Why, 1 made*
the eighteen holes in ninety-two oM>
last week." He laughed again at the
answer over the wire, then hung up
would have realized nt once that here
was a man obviously fitted to the con
trol of large affairs. The ability that
marches inevitably to success showed
unmistakably in the face and form, ami
in the foshioifc of speech. Edward Gil
der was a big man physically, plainly
the possessor of that abundant vital
energy which Is a prime requisite for
achievement in the ordering of modern
business concerns. Force was, Indeed,
the dominant quality of the man. His
tall figure was proportionately broad,
and lie was heavily fleshed. In fact, the
body was too ponderous, spiritually and
mentally, as well as materially. The
fact was displayed suggestively in the
face, which was too heavy with its
prominent jowls and aggressive chin
and rather bulbous nose. But there
was nothing flabby anywhere. The am
ple features showed no trace of weak
ness. only a rude abounding strength.
There was no lighter touch anywhere.
Evidently a just man according to his
own ideas, yet never one to temper
justice with mercy. He appeared, and
was. a very practical and most prosaic
business man He was not given to a
humorous outlook on life He took it
and himself with the utmost serious
ness He was almost entirely lacking
in imagination, that faculty which is
essential to sympathy.
$1,000 For Free Ice.
"Take this," he directed presently,
when he had disposed of the matters
before him. Forthwith, he dictated the
following letter, and now his voice took
f>n a more unctuous note, as of one
who is appreciative of his own excel
lent generosity.
“Editor The Herald:
"Dear Sii—Inclosed find my check for
a thousand dollars for your free ice
fund, it is going to be a very hard
summer for the poor and 1 hope by thus
starting the contributions for your fine
charity at this early day that you will
he able i<> ace«pnplish even more good
than usually. Very truly yours.”
He turned an Inquiring glance toward
Sarah.
"That’s what 1 usually give, isn’t it?"
The seeretacy nodded energetically.
"Yes." she agreed In her brisk man
ner. "that’s what you have given every
year for the last ten years."
The statement impressed Gilder pleas
antly His voice was more •mellow as
he made comment. His heavy face was
radiant, and he smiled complacently.
"Ten thousand dollars to this one
charitx alone’" he exclaimed. "Well,
it is pleasant to he able to help those
less fortunate than ourselves." He
(mused, evidently expectant of lauda
tory corroboration from the secretary.
Rut Sarah, though she could *be tact
ful enough on occasion, did not choose
to meet her employer's anticipations
just now For that matter, her inti
mate services permitted on her part
some degree of familiarity with the au
gust head of the establishment. Be
sides. she did not stand in awe of Gil
der. as did the others in his service
No man is,a hero to his valet, or to
his secretary. Intimate association is
hostile to hero worship. So. now. Sa
rah spoke nonchalantly, to the indig
nation of the philanthropist:
"Oh, yes. sir. Specially when you
make so much that you don’t miss it."
Gilder’s thick gray brows drew down
>n a frown of displeasure, while his
e>es opened slightly in sheer surprise
over tne secretary's unexpected re
mark. He hesitated for only an instant
before replying with an air of great
dignity, in which was a distinct note
of rebuke for the girl’s presumption.
, "The profits from my store are large.
I admit, Sarah. Rut I neither smuggle
my goods, take rebates from railroads,
conspire against small competitors, nor
do any of the dishonest acts that dis
grace other lines of business. So long
as I make my profits honestly, 1 atn
honestly entitled to them, no matter how
big they are."
The secretary, being quite content
with.the havoc she had wrought in her
employer’s complacency over his chari
tableness, nodded, and contented her
self with a demure assent to his out
burst.
"Yes. sir." she agreed, very meekly.
Gilder stared at her for a few sec
onds, somewhat indignantly. Tnen, he
bethought himself of a subtle form of
rebuke by emphasizing this generosity.
Demarest Tells the News.
"Have the cashier send my usual five
hundred to the Charities Organization
Society," he ordered. With this new
evidence of his generous virtue, the
frown passed from his brows, if, for
a fleeting moment, doubt had assailed
him tinder the spur of the secretary's
words, that doubt had now vanished
under his habitual conviction as to his
sterling worth to the world at large.
It was, therefore, with his accus
tomed blandness of manner that he
presently acknowledged the greeting of
George Demarest, the chief of the legal
staff that looked after the firm’s af
fairs. He was aware without being told
that the lawyer had called to acquaint
him with the issue in the trial of Mary
Turner. (
"Well. Demarest?!' lie inquired, as
the dapper attorney 1 advanced Into the
room at a rapid pace, and came to a
halt facing the desk, after a lively nod
in tlie direction of the secretary.
The lawyer’s face sobered, and his
tone as he answered was tinged with
constraint.
"Judge Lawlor gave her three years,"
he replied, gravely. It was plain from
his manner that he did not altogether
approve.
But Gilder was unaffected by the at
torney’s lack of satisfaction over the
result. On the contrary, he smiled ex
ultantly. His oritund voice toek on a
deei>er note, as he turned toward the
secretary.
He Dictates the Notice.
"Good!" he exclaimed. "Take this. Sa
rah " And he continued, as the girl
opened her notebook and poised the pen
cil: "Be sure to have Smithson post a
copy of It conspicuously in all the girls’
dressing-rooms, and in the reading-
room. and in the lunch-rooms, and in
the assembly-room." He cleared his
throat ostentatiously and proceeded to
the dictation of the notice:
"Mary Turner, formerly employed In
this store, was to-day sentenced to pri
son for three years, having been con
victed for the theft of goods valued at
over four hundred dollars. The manage
ment wishes again to draw’ attention on
the part of its employees to the fact
that honesty is always the best policy
Got that”
“Yes. sir." The secretary's voice was
mechanical, without anji trace of feel
ing. She was not minded to disturb
her employer a second time this morning
by injudicious comment.
"Take it to Smithson." Gilder continu
ed. "and tell him that 1 wish him to
j attend to its being posted according to
my directions at once."
I made her formal res
ponse in the affirmative, then left the
room.
Gilder brought forth a box of cigars
front a drawer of the desk, opened it
and thrust .it toward the waiting law’-
yer. who, however, shook his head in
refusal, and continued to move about
the room rather restless. Demarest
paid no attention to the other's invi
tation to a seat, but ^he courtesy was
perfunctory on Gilder’s part, and he
hardly perceived the perturbation of his
caller, for he was occupied in selecting
and lighting a cigar with the care of a
connoisseur. Finally, he spoke again,
and now there was an infinite content
ment in the rich voice.
"Three years- three years! That ought
to be a warning to the rest of the girls.”
He looked toward Demarest for ac
quiescence.
The lawyer's brow’s w-ere knit as he
faced the proprietor of the store.
bunny thing, this case!” he ejacu
lated. "In some features, one of the
most unusual 1 have seen since I have
been practicing law."
The smug contentment abode still on
Gilder's face as he puffed in lelisurely
ease on his cigar and uttered a trite
condolence.
"Very sad!—quite so! Very sad case
I call it.”
Demarest went on speaking, w’ith a
show of feeling:
Most unusual case, in my estimation,
'i ou see, the girl keeps on declaring her
innocence. That, of course, is common
enough in a way. But here, it’s differ
ent. The point is, somehow, shc^makes
her protestations more convincing than
they usually do. They ring true, as it
seems to me.”
Not Quite Enough Proof.
Gilder smiled tolerantly.
"They didn’t ring very true to the
jury, it would seem.” he retorted. And
bis voice was tart as he added: "Nor
to the judge, since he deemed it his
duty to give her three years."
"Some persons are not very sensitive
to impressions in such cases, I admit,”
Demarest returned, coolly, if he meant
any subtlety of allusion to his hearer, it
‘ailed wholly to pierce the armor of com
placency.
"The stolen goods were found in her
locker." Gilder declared In a tone of
finality: "Some of them, I have been
given to understand, were actually in
the pocket of her coat.”
"Well,” the attorney said with a smile,
"that sort of thing makes good-enough
circumstantial evidence, and without
circumstantial evidence there would be
few convictions for crime. Y'et, as a
lawyer. I’m free to admit that circum
stantial evidence alone is never quite
<afo as proof of guilt. Naturally, she
ays some one else must have put the
stolen goods there. As a matter of ex
act reasoning, that is quite within the
measure of possibility. That sort of
.hing 1ms been done countless limes."
Gilder sniffed indignantly:
"And for what reason^” he demand
ed "It’s too absurd to thtrrtc about.”
"In similar eases.” the lawyer an-
sw’ered, "those actually guilty ,of the
thefts have thus sought to throw sus
picion on the innocent in order to avoid
1 on themselves when the pursuit got
too hot on their trail. Sometimes, too,
*' h evidence has been manufactured
merely to satisfy a spite against the
^ne unjustly accused.”
"It’s too absurd to think about,” Gil -
■ I repeated, impatiently. "The judge
id the jury found no fault with the
evidence.”
Gilder flared at this suggestion, and
scowled wrathfully on the lawyer, who,
perhaps with professional prudence, had
turned away in his rapid pacing of the
room.
"What's the use?” Gilder stormed. A
latent hardness revealed itself at the
prospect of such a visitation. And along
with this hardness came another singu
lar revelation of the nature of the man.
For there was consternation in his voice,
as he continued in vehement expostula
tion against the fdea. If there was
harshness in his attitude there was,
too, a fugitive suggestion of tenderness
alarmed over the prospect of undergo
ing such an interview with a woman.
"I can’t have her crying all over the
office and begging for mercy,” he pro
tested, truculently. But a note of fear
lay under the petulance.
Demarest’s answer w’as given with as
surance.
"You are mistaken about that. The
girl doesn’t beg for mercy. In fact,
that's the whole point of the matter.
She demands justice—strange as that
may seem, in a court of law!—and noth
ing else. Tho truth is, she’s a very
unusual girl, a long way beyond the
ordinary salesgirl, both in brains and
in education.”
“The less reason, then, for her being
a thief,” Gilder grumbled in his heavi
est voice.
"And perhaps the less reason for be
lieving her to be a thief,” the lawyer
retorted, suavely. He paused for a mo
ment, then w’ent oh. There w r as a tone
of sincere determination in his voice.
"Just before the judge imposed sen
tence, he asked her if she had anything
to say. You know, it’s just a usual
form—a thing that rarely means much
of anything. But this case was differ
ent, let me tell you. She surprised us
all by answering at once that she had.
It’s really a pity, Gilder, that you didn’t
wait. Why, that poor gjrl made a—
damn—fine speech!”
The lawyer’s forensic aspirations
showed In his honest appreciation of
the effectiveness of such oratory from
the heart as he had heard in the court
room that day.
"Pooh! pooh!” came the querulous ob
jection. "She seems to have hynotized
you.” Then, as a new thought came
to the magnate, he spoke with a trace
of anxiety. There were always the re
porters. looking for space to fill with
foolish vaporings.
"Did she say anything against me,
or the store?”
"Not a word,” the lawyer replied,
gravely. His smile of appreciation was
discreetly secret. “She merely told us
how her father died w’hen she was 16
years old. She was compelled after
that to earn her own living. Then she
told how she had worked for you for
five years steadily, without there ever
being a single thing against her. She
said, too, that she had never seen the
things found in her locker. And she
said more than that! She asked the
judge if he himself understood what it
means for a girl to be sentenced to
prison for something she hadn’t done.
Somehow, Gilder, the way she talked
had its effect on everybody in the
courtroom. I know! It’s my business
to understand things like that. And
what she said rang true. What she
said, and the way she said it, take
brains and courage. The ordinary
crook has neither. So, I had a suspi
cion that she might be speaklnf) the
truth. You see, Gilder, it all rang True!
And It’s my business to know how
things ring in that way.” There was
a little pause, while the lawyer moved
back and forth nervously. Then he
adde<i: "I believe lawlor would have
suspended sentence if it hadn’t been for
your talk with him.”
There were not wanting signs that
Gilder was impressed. But the gentler
fibers of the man were atrophied by
the habits of a lifetime. What heart he
had once possessed had been buried in
the grave of hi6 young wife, to be resur
rected only for his son. In most things,
he w’as consistently a hard man. Since
he had no Imagination he could have no
real sympathy.
He whirled about in his swivel chair,
and blew a cloud of smoke from his
mouth. When he spoke his voice w:as
deeply resonant.
Property Has Rights.
“I simply did my duty,” he said.
"You are aware that I did not seek any
consultation with Judge Lawlor. He
sent*, for me and asked me what I
thought about the case—whether I
thought it w'ould be right to let the girl
go on a suspended sentence. I told him
frankly that I believed that an exam
ple should be made of her, for the sake
of others who might be tempted to
steal. Property has some rights, De
marest, although it seems to be get
ting nowadays so that anybody is likefly
to deny it.” Then the fretful, half-
alarmed note sounded in his voice again,
as he continued: "I can’t understand
why the girl wants to see me.”
The lawyer smiled dryly, since he had
his back turned at the moment.
"Why,” he vouchsafed, "she just said
that, if you would see her for ten min
utes, she would tell you how to stop the
thefts in this stbre.”
Gilder displayed signs of triumph. He
brought his chair to a level and pound
ed the desk with a weighty fist.
"There!” he cried. "I know it. The
girl wants to confess. Well, it’s the
first sign of decent feeling she’s shown.
I suppose it ought to be encouraged.
Probably there have been others mixed
up in this.”
Demarest attempted no denial.
"Perhaps,” he admitted, though he
spoke altogether without conviction.
"But,” he continued insinuatingly, "at
least it can do no harm if you see her.
I thought you w’ould be willing, so I
spoke to the District Attorney, and he
has given orders to bring her here for
a few minutes on the way to the Grand
Central Station. They’re taking her up
to Burnsing, you know. I wish. Gilder,
you would have a little talk with her.
No harm in that!” With the saying
the lawyer abruptly went out of the of
fice. leaving the owner of the store
fuming.
CHAPTER IV.
Kisses and Kleptomania.
"Hello, Dad!"
After the attorney’s departure, Gilder
had been rather fussily going over some
of the papers on his desk. He was ex
periencing a vague feeling of injury on
account of the lawyer’s ill-veiled ef
forts to arouse his sympa hy in behalf
of the accused girl. In tl e instinct of
strengthening himself aga nst the pos
sibility of yielding to whet he deemed
weakness, the magnate rehearsed the
facts that justified his int« lerance, and,
indeed, soon came to gloa ing over the
admirable manner in whii h righteous
ness thrives iri the world. And it was
then that an interruption came in the
utterance of two words, words of af
fection, of love, cried ou* in the one
voice he most longdd to bear—for the
voice was that of his son. Y’et he did
not look up. The thing was altogether
impossible! The boy was philandering,
junketing, somewhere on the Riviera.
His first intimation as to the exact
place would come in the fo’m of a cable
asking for money. Somehow, his feel
ings had been unduly stirred that morn
ing; he had grown sentimental, dream
ing of pleasant things. . . . All
this In a second! Then 1 e looked up.
Why, it was true! It wa ; Dick’s face
there, smiling in the doorway. Yes. it
was Dick, for it was Dick himself! Gil
der sprang to his feet, his face sudden
ly grown younger, radiant
"Dick!" The big voice was softened
to exquisite tenderness.
He Felt the Tension.
As the eyes of the two met the boy
rushed forward, and in the next mo
ment the hands of father and son
clasped firmly. They were silent in the
first emotion of their greeting. Pres
ently, Gilder spoke, with an effort to
ward harshness in his voice to mask
how much he was shake ri. But the
tones rang more kindly than any he had
used for many a day, tr< mulous with
affection.
"What brought you ba ;k?" he de
manded.
Dick, too, had felt the tension of an
emotion far beyond that of the usual
things. He was forced to clear his
throat before he answered with that as
sumption of nonchalance whi£h he re
garded as befitting the occasion.
"Why, I just wanted to come back
home,” he said, lightly. A sudden rec
ollection came to give him poise in this
time of emotional disturbance, and he
added hastily: "And, for the love of
heaven, give Sadie five dollars. I bor
rowed it from her to pay t ie taxi. You
see, Dad, I’m broke.”
"Of course!” With the saying, Ed
ward Gilder roared Gargantuan laugh
ter. In the burst of merriment his pent
feelings found their vent. He was still
chuckling when he spoke, sage from
nny?h experience of ocean travel. "Poker
on the ship, I suppose.”
The young man, too, smiled reminis
cently as he answered:
"No, not that, though I did have a
little run in at Monte Carle. But it was
the ship that finished me, at that. You
see, Dad, they hired Captain Kidd and
a bunch of pirates as s ewards, and
what they did to little Richard was
something fierce. And yet that wasn’t
the real trouble, either. The fact is,
1 just naturally went broke. Not a
hard thing to do on the other side.”
"Nor on this,” the father injected,
dryly.
“Anyhow', it doesn’t matter much,”
Dick replied quite unabashed. "Tell me.
Dad, how goes it?” %
To be Continued To-morrow.
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