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(Continued from last week)
"What is the meaning of all this
mystery? He said you were too sick
to see me."
"Permit me to explain," Gray' be-
gan, as he closed the door behind
them. "Buddy and I came to blows
ovee, you; you were in a manner of
speaking, an apple of discord between
us, and the melancholy results you be-
hold. Jealousy of your charms was
not my motive; I merely asked Bud-
dy to defer a contemplated action. He
refused; I insisted. Argument failed
to budge eithet of us and—"
The young woman's sympathetic re-
amed of Gray's victim changed to a
glare of hostility as she turned upon
the speaker, crying: "You brute! You
ought to be arrested!"
"He ast me to ait, Arline—"
"To delay asking you a question
which I felt should be more seriously
eonsidered. an the absence of is
family I took it upon myself to—'l
"To butt in!" Miss Montague ex-
claimed, with curling lip.
'Quite so. I merit your disapprov-
al, but not your disdain."
With some heat Buddy declared:—
"Pa an' Ma know that I got a mind
of my own. It won't do 'em any goad
to come."
"See here," the woman demanded.
"What have you heen telling Buddy
about me? I told him all there was
to teal."
"Quite all? I fear you have not
been as frank as you would have me
believe. That, in fact, explains my
connection with the affair. Believe
me when I say that I am interested
only in seeking justice done to both
of you young people, and in making
sure that you do not deceive each
other. It is an impulse of artless
sieruth to trick itself in glowing colors
but you should know the whole truth
about Buddy and he about you. If,
after you are thoroughly acquainted
with each other. you still maintain a
:mutual regard I shall have nothing
further to say—except to beg that I
be allowed to show my true friend-
ship for both of you."
"Wtell, spring the bad news," said
Bliss Montague.
Briskow-.now displayed the first op-
en resentment he had shown since his
defeat of the day before. "You lick-
ed me, Mr. Gray, an' I took my medi-
cine," he growled. "You changed my
looks, but you didn't change my mind.
I'm waitin' for the folks to come, but
It ain't goin' to listen to 'em."
"Let him get this off his chest,
uddy. Go ahead with the scandal,
Saint Anthony."
Gray bowed. "Suppose we ignore
the early convent training and the
Old Kentucky Home and agree that
they are pleasant fictions, like the
kbt aao 44144 bkaa,
Tient denger' Of ittheritiar,•Time?
Pal sere 'yea Willeadeid are ea)tirely
hadagillarZn., Welter/a semi -
lett eyelid'wider? hie tumid
lips parted, end ele eNIVesaton of
surprise spread over his dropsical
went/mance,
°Step oa it," tsneered Miss
on-
tague. °Dish, the diitirr
"Buddybelief, howeVer, that your
stage, careen was blasted and yeur
young life laid waste by the scion of
a rich New York house should, in the
interests of truth, be corrected."
"Ble knows I was married."
"True. But not to Bennie Felton,
the jockey."
"That is a lie!"
''Nor that the esthnable Mr. Ful-
ton, instead of perishing upon the
field of glory, dodged the draft and is
doing as well as could be expected of
a jockey, who has been ruled off ev-
ery track in the country, and is now
a common gambler against whom the
finger of suspicion is leveled—"
"It's a Her the woman stormed.
Of Buddy she inquired: "You don't
believe that, do you? You don't in-
tend to listen to that sort of stuff?"
The •object of this appeal was torn
by conflicting emotions. Doubt is a
weed that sprouts faster in dull minds
—suspicion is the ready armor of ig-
norance; to young Briskow came the
unwelcome vision of those oil wells.
Was Gray telling the truth? Could it
be that Arline had made a fool of
him? But no, she was smaller, pret-
tier, more adorable than ever, now
that she was whipped by this gale of
anger. and a girl like that could not
be a deceiver. Buddy longed desper-
ately to believe her refutation of the
charge. He closed his eyes and made
himself believe.
"Even now," Gray was saying, "if
you would tell the boy all he ought to
know, I would take myself off and
have nothing more to say."
"You—you make me sick!" Miss
Montague cried, vibrantly. "What
right have you to preach? Wihat kind
of a man are you? If he .believed
your lies for a minute I'd never want
to see him again. He has been a true
friend to me"—her voice quavered,
caught in her throat—"the only true
friend I ever had. I don't care whe-
ther he's rich or poor, but men like
you are all alike. What chance has
a girl gat against you? You want
to use his money, so you p -poison his
mind—break a woman's heart—just
b -because you—hate me." The last
words were sobbed forth. Miss Mon-
tague broke down.
"Hell!" hoarsely exclaimed young
Briskow, "you're rnakin' her cry!"
Gray sighed; he stepped to the
door, opened it and called, "Come in,
both of you."
Arline Montague's shoulders ceas-
ed to shake, she lifted her blond head
alertly. Then she uttered a breath-
less exclamation.
Buddy, atteanwhile, had been staring
at the thior, and he was surprised
when, instead of his family, he saw
entering a strange man and a boy
small of stature but old of face, a
boy insouciant, impudent, swagger-
ing. It was this boy who spoke first.
"Hello, mamma!" he cried.
At sound of, that voice Buddy re-
coiled, for it was deeper than his
ovine His expression of dismay was
no doubt ludicrous, at any rate the
urchin's lively eyes leaped to his face
and remained there, while a grin
spread over his features.
"Hully Gee!" rumbled the lad.
"Here's another one that ought to
buried!"
"Mrs. Fulton" —it was Gray speak-
ing—"I took the liberty of asking
your son—"
Buddy Briskow heard no more, for
his ears were roaring. Her son! That
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himself, nothing could have hurt him
more cruelly than this; his impulse
was , to flee the room, for his world
h:(4. Come down in crashing ruin. She
had lied! She had made a fool of
Lim. Gray had been right.
The others were still talking when
Fuddy broke in faintly. His batter-
ed visage was white, his lips were col-
criess. "I reckon this—ends my part
of the 'entertainment," said he. Slow-
ly he seated himself and bowed his
read in his hands, for he had become
cra:te
Aere Montague—Margie Fulton—
once ;be blow had fallen, behaved
rather well; she took Bennie in her
arms end kissed him, then in answer
to his quick look of dismay at her agi-
tation, she patted him on the shoul-
der ana said: "It's all right, son.
You d:dn't know."
"Didn't know what?" demanded the
:ad. "Say—" He started angrily
from one face to another. "Is it a
plant?"
"Hush! You wouldn't understand."
Tiennie's suspicions now were in
full :ay and his gaze came to rest
upon Calvin Gray; his eyes began to
bleze. "You—you big bum!" he cried.
"I might have known you were a dou-
ble-crosser." •
"Hush, Bennie. please!"
"MY get you for this." The mid-
get -szes quivering with rage. "You'll
,00k worse'n that, you—you big balm."
"'Take my key. Here!" The mother
thrust her room key into the boy's
hand. 'Run along. see yea
in a few minutes." To Mallow she
said: ''take hint- out, please. Yen
brought him."
Mallow. fluehirg uncomf .rtably,
tock leeneie by be wrist and dragged
him tc, the door.
"Dirty work. • said the waman,
when •:,e two ead gone. Her eyes
dark .vith angsr as she state at
Gray.
"It r-Lst look ss you," he agreed
"Frankly I didn't enjoy it."
"Bah!" Marge: turned to Br:skow,
but in 1 is attitude, his averted gaze
sre read the doom of her hopes. One
final chance remained, however, and
desperately she snatched at it. "Bud-
d -r!" she cried. "Buddy!" Her voice
was poignant as she pleaded. "I
couldn't tell you the truth. I wanted
to—I laid awake rights trying to get
the courage, but I was afraid you
wculdn't understand. I'd have told
you the whole thing,if you'd ever
given me the chance. You know I've
been married; does it make so much
difference that I have a son?" When
the object of her appeal only stirred
she went on, reproachfully: "Are you
going to allow this—this man to—
come between us?"
"I wouldn't believe you now, if—"
Buddy choked. "I'm through!" '
"You mean that?" The young fel-
low nodded. "Very well!" Some-
thing in the tone of the lag w esls,
some accent of desperation, canssd
Buddy to raise his head. Re was in
tihie to see Margie fumble with her
purse and extract something there-
froin; to Biddy's yes it resembled a
bettle. "There is no use fighting any7
rsore. You have ruined my life."
"My God!" young Briskow yelled in
dismay. "Don't do that! Stop her!"
He leaped to his feet and lunged for
the poison vial which was trembling
upon Arline's lips. Gray, too, had
been galvanized into action, but of an
unexpected nature; he grappled with
Buddy and held him. "Look out!" the
latter gasped. "She's killin' herself."
The Texan was weak with horror; he
could only paw impotently at his cap-
tor and cry: "Arline! You wouldn't
do that? For me? Lemme go. Arz
line—"
"This is the end,"noaned the wo-
man, still holding the bottle to her
lips. Her despair was tragic; nev-
ertheless, she did not instantly hurl
herself into the hereafter. This hesi-
tation at meeting death was only na-
tural, perhaps, for none but the brav-
est,can leap into the unknown with-
out a moment of farewell.
"Drink hearty!" Gray exclaimed,
over his shoulder, meanwhile closing
tighter his embrace 0 r the terrified
youth.
Buddy's struggles suddenly ceased,
for at last the bottle had been drain-
ed; the girl was groping blindly to-
ward the nearest chair.
"Godlinighty1 You let her do it!"
he cried, hoarsely. "You -;--you mur-
derer! We—we gotta get a doctor,
quick."
"Nonsense! Water won't hurt her;
and that's all it. is. She's known as
'the Suicide Blonde.'"
"Say! You're bursting with infor-
mation, aren't you?" It was MISS
Montague, tottering upon the brink
of the grave, who vbiced this explos-
ive inquiry. Her drooping shoulders
straightened, she raised her head and
fleng the empty bottle violently from
bee. Her faco was deathly white, to
be sure, hut not with darting agonien.
"You Ireaow everything, don't you?
You make plain the past, the wet-
ent, and the future. Well, Madatee
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"Take, that sellitir4 plater back to the
• ear horn, whore he :belongs. I'm off '
boobs for life. It knew you had .
in on me the Mingt.001 eaw yott, for
I broke my pi rrer the day You; breez-
ed in. Seven years bad luck? My
God, you're all of thateand more! Wiry
• you'd bring bad luck to a church! I'll
beat it now While you give little Rollo
his bottle and rock him to sleep. If
he cries, tell me end—ad I'll furnish
the rock."
The door slammed to behind the
diminutive fury, and Gray sank feeb-
ly into a chair. He was laughing sil-
ently.
"By Jove! She's splendid!" he
chuckled. "Buddy, I—I like that wo-
man."
It was midforeneon of the next day.
Mr. Fulton, after a restless night;
was packing her trunks; her room was
in disarray, what with open suitcas-
es and piles of dresses, lingerie, shoes
and the like strewn carelessly about.
She had halted her labors for a sec-
ond time to scan a brief note that had
arrived a few moments before and
ran as follows:
Dear Mrs. Fulton,—I am not really
such a bad sort as you consider me,
and I'm genuinely interested in that
boy of yours. Let's cry quits and
have a serious talk about him and—
perhaps other things.
Sincerely yours,
CALVIN Q.RAY.
She was thus engaged when there
came a knock, and in answer to her
voice the writer entered.
"Thank you for letting me come
up," he began. "I'm becoming ac-
customed to dodging chambermaids
and scurrying up back stairs. But
I'm looking better, don't you think?"
"There's only one way you'd look
better to me," the woman said, un-
smilingly, "and that is laid out."
"Please put me at my ease. I am
physically sore and mentally distress-
ed."
"You sore distressed! Humph! I
wouldn't have consented to see you
except for what Mallow told me. Af-
er what he said I'd like to give you
a piece of my mind. What right have
you doing a thing like this? Do you
know what I think of you?"
"I do. Also what Mallow thinks of
me, for he told me. You see, he be-
lieves firmly that I am a—well, a
person of much looser principles than
I really am, and my protestations of
honesty only excite his veiled deris-
ion!'
• "He says he's sorry. Sorry! After
spilling the beans."
"Mrs. Fulton, I have learned that
life is a mixed affair, and that most
of our actions are the results of con-
flicting motives. Yes, and that we
ourselves are products of conflicting
forces, good and evil. Few of us are
as good as we would like to have peo-
ple believe nor as bad as we appear.
I wonder if you will believe me when
I say that I—like you."
"Certainly not."
"Nevertheless, I do. For one thing
you are a good fighter and a good
loser. I try to be, but I fear I lack
your spirit. /1 would not lieve hurt
you willingly!'
The woman tossed her head and
turned away; when she spoke, it was
wearily: "I might have known I
couldn't make the jump. I never did
win a big race. A good loser, eh?
Well, I've had enough practice at it.
How is Buddy? Hurt, I suppose. His
young life is blasted; he'll never trust
another woman."
"He is standing it pretty well, and
is greatly cheered by the fact that he
can see out of his left eye practically
as well as ever. He is going back to
the oil fields and learn the business.
I am going to put him to work. What
are you going to do with Bennie?"
"Do with him.? What can I do
with him?"
"He is a bright boy."
"I'm bright, too, but I have all I
can do to get by."
"It is a shame to think he will
grow up into what his father was."
Margie Fulton dheeled and her blue
eyes were dark. "I suppose you think
I'm a bad mother. But what do you
know about it? How do you know
what I've gone through for him; the
sacrifices I've made? I've made plen-
ty and they came hard."
"I'd like to help you make a RI BD
of him."
"What? You? How ?"
"I' like to put him in business and
teaeh him that there is no profit in
short-changing chstomers; that the
real wise guy isn't the fellow who
gets the best of every bag of pea-
nutst but the one who can go back to
the same customer and sell him an-
other bag. The abstract princille has
been put much more succinctly, but I
doubt if it would carry the same
weight with him. I'd enjoy giving
the boy a hand up, but—'he is more
than I'd care to tackle alone."
"There't Mallow to help you. He'd
be a refining influence." The mother's
lip curled.
"How about you?"
eme?”
lIsn't the—sort of life; you are
living becoming a bit tiresome? Are
you not about fed up on uncertain-
ties?" The object of these queries
drew a deep breath; her eyeslids
flickered, but she continued to stare
at the speaker. "Worry brings deep-
er wrinkles than old age. Wouldn't
you like to tie to something solid and
be able to ,ohow Bennie that you are,
at heart, the sort of woman I con-
sider you? He'll soon he getting old
enough to wonder if you are what he
thinks you are or if—"
"I suppose you learned this—bay-
onet practice in the army,'/ Mrs. Ful-
ton said, hoarsely.
"Anybody can make a good living
in a country like this if he cares en-
ough to try. I'll back yeti if you
need money'
"And—what's the price?"
"My price? Oh, T'd feel well re-
paid if Amite day Bennie aeknowledg-
ed that I was a 'regular guy,' and if
you agreed."
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"Will you come to Wichita. Falls
and start a restaurant and make good
things to eat, if I supply the money
and the customers?"
"Will I?" The speaker's face had
flushed, her eyes had begun to spar-
kle.
"Then it's a bargain," 'Gray de-
clared, gayly. "Why, you'll get rich
for it is the chance of a lifetime. I'll
guarantee patronage; I'll drum. up
trade if I have to turn sandwich man
and ring a bell. Leave the details
to me."
Margie Fulton sank slowly into the
nearest chair, regardless of the fact
that it was piled full of lacy, white,
expensive things; her voice quavered,
broke, as she said: "Gee, Mr. Gray!
I figured there must be some decent
men in the world, but—I never
thought I'd meet one"
CHAPTER XXIII
In a long, relentless struggle be-
tween two men psychology may play
ToaCIRTO
a part as important as in a campaign
between two opposing armies, or so
at least Calvin Gray believed. Tht,
in fact, was one of his pet theories
and from the first he had planned to
test it. It was characteristic of Hen-
ry Nelson, on the other hand, that he
put no faith whatever in "imponder-
ables," hence Gray's reference to
morale, on that day of their first
meeting, had amused him. Morale,
indeed! As if a man of his tough
fiber could be affected by the mere
chanting of a Hymn of Hate! He
considered himself the captain of his
soul, and the antics of a malicious
enemy, the wild waving of false dan-
ger signals, instead of distracting a
resolute mariner, would merely cause
him to steer a truer course.
But Nelson was a brooder. Time
came when doubts distressed him,
when he began to put faith in "ma-
licious animal magnetism" and, de-
spite his better sense, to wonder if
some evil spell really had not been
put upon laim.
In his arrogance it had seem, at
first a simple matter to do away With
Gray. That had been mistake num-
her one. The miserable breakdowr.
of that plan, the refusal of his hire-
ling to go forward, and the impossi-
bility of securing a trustworthy sub-
stitute convinced him finally that he
had erred grievously in hie mettl*.
Some men are invulnerable to open
attack, and Gray, it seemed, had been
wet in the waters of the Styx. No,.
that had been a bad beginning and
Nelson regretted it, for he feared it
had served as a warning.
(Continued next week.)
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