The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 50, Ed. 1 Friday, March 27, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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THE PEARSALL LEADER, PEARSALL, TEXAS
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Woman
vtelty pqyjon
Terhune,
fed on
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'pc? with Photos-fian thrPhy
Htwj/npr £y VLfiffliGT
• he’s an easy-mark hunter. And she’s
found one all right, all right."
That’s absurd. You don't know—”
Absurd or not,” snapped Blake, "It’s
got to stop short! I’m not going to
>et you throw yourself away on a girl
like that. If it comes to a show-down,
I'll withdraw my support, from you.
And then what can you do? Hey? An-
swer me tha’t. Here I’ve given you
he softest snap there is—a big salary
r loafing around an office a few
hours a week. How much could you
nake by your own law practice if once
I take my hand from under you?
You haven’t got an earning ability of a
Thousand dollars a year. And you
k now it. Suppose I try ihg|; and see
if she’s so blooming anxious, then, to
marry you.” „
‘‘I understand,” said Tom bitterly,
hut you’re wrong. I didn’t ask your
consent I just told you what my
plans are. That’s all."
"It’s enough, I guess.”
Look here, dad. You spoke Just
now of coming to a show-down. Also
you claim I’m no good without your
backing. If I can’t make a living on
my own hook, it’s high time for me to
•gin to learn how. If all the educa-
tion and money and training you’ve
o nt on me have fitted me for noth-
ing except to be a political catspaw
for you, it’s time I started along a
fresh line. You’ve outlined my posi-
0 pretty clearly. And I’m going tc)
make my own way—with the girl I
mean to marry ”
Oh, you poor wall-eyed fool!” sigh-
ed Blake.
If I’m a fool,” flared Tom, “I In-
herit it!”
“Of all the senseless come-backs I
*ver heard.” commented Blake dis-
gustedly, ‘‘that’s about the flatest and
.oiliest. However, we understand each
other at last—”
1 suppose,” broke In Tom, w,i%\
sulky contrition, “I needn't have
that. I’m sorry.”
‘ You needn’t be. Maybe you were
right. Perhaps it wasn’t such a punk
ods e-back after all. But, of course,
T s tough for a man to see his only
son throw himself away on a—”
Steady, dad! I won’t stand for that
sort of talk about her. Not even from
you.” b'
Whether I say It or not,” grumbled
ake, “you know what I thiffk. So
vhat’s the difference?”
When you change your mind,” an-
gered Tom, fighting hotly for self-
control, “you'll have less to take
back." ■ ’ X ;
He jammed on his hat, flung open
the door—and confronted a man and
a woman *who were entering.
The woman—tall, slender, strikingly
nandsome—darted forward to where
Jim Blake stood scowling at his son.
And at sight of her the scowl changed
to a light that few men had seen—or
suspected—in the . grim old politician's
! face.
"Hello, Grace!” he exclaimed in de-
light. “Gee, but you come like a bnnch
of sunshine after a Welsh-rabbit night-
get
u ve
win
an t*|r.
: “she’s
ijstlfied.
lone op-
;he nearest
helplessness
intiy on
growled
with the
and tell
lake at
bristled
er, yet.”
‘Whit Was ths Delay?” Asked Blake.
mare! Stand still and let’s look at
you! No, don’t waste time kissing
Tom. He’s got other people to kiss.”
to tell
t>al tilt
CHAPTER XL
Before the Storm.
“It’s good to get a welcome at last,'
laughed Grace. “Mark’s been as cross
as a bear.”
“I haven't declared Robertson.
“You hav£!” she Insisted! “And just
because the train was a few minutes
late. Oh, well—a few hours,, then.
When I got In you were stamping up
and down the platform surrounded by
a blue haze; like Ajax defying the~
railroad. Really, 1 was ashamed of
you. If it hadn't been for the lovely
flowers you got me-—”
"What was the delay?" asked Blake.
■! don’t knoW,” she answered, lay z
aside her wraps with Robertson’s a* k-
ward if eager aid. "The engine made
too strenuous an effort to get out of
Baltimore. And ft broke down. How
are you, dad?”
“Oh,” grunted Blake, "as well as a
man may hope to be who never can
hope to make himself worthy of such
a wonderful son. I—” .
"Tom!” cried Grace In Jolly reproof.
"There’s been another explosion!
What was it, this time? Tell me!"
"Politics,” answered Blake before
Tom could speak. “I’m a wicked, hope-
less, corrupt old guy. And Tom’s just
discovered it—for the thousandth
time. It’s hurt his feelihg something
terrible.”
"Why do you boys quarrel so fool-
ishly?” she demanded. "Neither of
you ever quarrels with me. I’m going
to be an arbitration committee and a
dove of peace, all in one, and settle
your grievances—when I get time.”
“And, speaking of time,” put, in
Mark, “I ought to be at the Capitol
this very minute. Coming?" he asked,
turning to Blake and Tom.
“In a little while,” said Blake. "You
two run on. I want to speak to
Grace.”
Tom led the way from the room.
Mark, following, paused an instant on
the threshold.
"By the way, Grace,” he called, over
his shoulder, “we’ve asked Standish to
come here. It wouldn’t do for us to
be seen conferring with him at the
Capitol or anywhere else in public.
If he gets here before we’re back, ask
him to wait, won’t you?”
His wife’s back had been turned to-
ward him and she was leaning over a
table arranging flowers in a vase. Her
voice as she replied was quite indif-
ferent.
“Certainly,” she agreed. "Confer
all night if you want to, so long as
you don’t do it loudly enough to keep
me awake.”
Robertson closed the door, leaving
Grace, af»d her father alone together.
Noting Blake’s scowl, she asked:
"How is the Mullins fight coining
onr
"Twenty-fourth round,” he replied.
“Both men groggy.”
“Ton’ll win, though!* she said; and
there was scarce a note of interroga-
tion in her voice.
"It's a way I've got,” bluffed her to
ther; loath that the <
faith In his powers
should know of the straits'In which ht
was laboring. ''Standish is doing bJB
best to block ns. And, he thinks he's
done it A lot of other folks think so,
too. But I'm fixing np a mine to
spring under him tonight.’' And after
the explosion I guess the ai? will clear
for the Mullins bill. But that wasn’t
what I wanted to speak to' yon about
It’s Tom.”
"Tom?”
rYes. He's in love.”
"Is that all? Oh, I see. The quar-
rel was about that He came to you
for sympathy and—”
“Girl, there’s four things no man
can get sympathy for. I don't know
why, bat he can’t: having htetfmbretia
stolen; getting his beet hat sit on; a
toothache; and foiling in lovei But it
happens* Tom didn’t come looking for
sympathy. ^He Just handed foe an ul-
timatum. And it didn’t ultimate.
That’s where I want you to help me,”
“Who is she? Do I know her?”
“You’ve probably seen her here at
the Keswick, though I don't suppose-
you’ve noticed her. You wouldn’t he
likely to. She’s Wanda Kelly.”
“Not the phone girl?” asked Grace In
dismay.
"You win. Real nice, ain’t it?
Makes an awfni hit with me, after all
I’ve done and planned for that boy, to
have him tumble into an affair like
this.*
"Don’t worry!” sho reassured him.
"There are other ways of convincing a
man—especially r a lover—than by
storming at him. You know all about
politics, dad, and you can whip voters
and congressmen Into line. But Tom
needs a different line ef attack. And
he’s going to get it., From me.”
“Say!” ejaculated Blake. “You’ve
taken a three-ton load off my mind.
By the way, do you know anything
about this Kelly girl?”
"I’ve spoken to her once or twice.
What about her?”
“She isn’t & fool. She’s rather pret-
ty, too. She’q got a strangle hold on
Tom, -with the idea jlhat the same
strangle hold will choke some of my
cash out of my pocket It won’t. Tell
Tom so. So long! I’ve got to chase
ever to the Capitol. Weil all be back
in a little while for our confab with
Standish. You’ll keep him here if he
comes before we get back?”
' Yes.” she replied a little wearily,
‘i’ll keep him here.”
"You know me?” asked the girL
”1 think so,” returned Grace, in no
measure unbending. "Yon are Miss
Kelly, aren’t you? The phone girl
downstairs?”
"Yes. I got one of the boys to mind
the switchboard while I came up. Is
—is any one in there?” she continued,
glancing toward the door that led to
the inner rooms of the suite. \
"No one,” said Grace. "Why do you
ask? Is your business with me so
very private?”
“Yes. So private that 1 don't know
how to begin.”
She paused. Grace would give her
no assistance; but stood watching the
younger woman with the -air of lope
who coolly waits for a dead-beat to
bring the conversation to the begging
point.
“I don’t know how to begin,” Wan-
da faltered once more.
"Indeed?” queried Grace.
“You haven’t heard anything?”
asked Wanda. "They haven’t told
you? Your father hasn’t told you any-
thing about me?”
"Please be more explicit.”
“You have heard!” exclaimed Wan-
da. "And yet you can stand there as
if nothing had happened.”
"Nothing has happened that could
daughter; whose
wad so secure*
' .. CHAPTER XII.
The Forlorn Hope.
For a minute or so after her father
had left her, Grace Robertson busied
herself In .iaying away her hat and
furs and in putting a stray feminine
touch here and there to various details
of the room's disarranged appoint-
ments.
But another woman could'
seen how very mechanical all Gt
movements were. At every step in the
hall outside the suite, she paused and
seemed to brace herself as for some
ordeal. When at last the electric bus-
ter announced a caller, she move^
with perfect Calmness to the door, aaf
though to admit a stranger. Bqt a
sight of the figure on the threshol
of the opened door, her hard-won com-
posure changed to a frigid stiffness.
For the visitor was not Standish.
It was Wanda Kelly.
"May I come in. Mrs. Robertson T
asked the girt nervously, glancing be-
hind her as the spoke. (
A cold Inclination of the head; gave
the dfeired permission. Wanda ,en
tend, looked about; than waited while
Qmm ekmad the daar
“Will Mr. Standish Explain to Your
Husband Why He Called You Up?”
oatise any of ns real nervousness
This boyish folly of my brother’s--”
"Yottr toothers?” echoed Wanda In
ja bewilderment whose
r f OOpId not doubt
Mmgm ft, too?
genuineness
“Have they
” said Grace, "we aeea
to .be talking at cross-pfcrposea,.; Will
yoti kindly cbme tq the point? What
is It you think I have or haven’t
heard?”
“About their scheme to wreck Mr.
Standish—”
“Mr. Standish!”
The exclamation was out beford
Grace wss well aware of it But ihe
managed, none the lees, to give the
quickly spoken words a turn of civil.
Inquiry, and her face did not change.
"Yes,” hurried on Wanda. "They’re
digging ap the old scandM. They’ve
unearthed it all except the Woman’s
name. They must get that before they
cab go ahead. When they get that
name they’ll urn the story to ruin 1dm
—and her.”
“Yet?” relumed Grace, her sweet
voice bare of emotion and bar expres-
sion one of polite boredom. "And why
should you come to me with this
story? I am not interested in the
seagiy side of politics.”
' **0h, all right,” said Wanda despon-
ently. "If that’s the way you take it,
it’s BO business of mine. But you’re
Tom Blake’s sister and I couldn’t let
you run into the trap without warn
ing you. I’ve done it | And I’ve been
called Impertinent for xgy pains. When
I first found out it was you who were
mixed up in the case, I aaid to my*
self: ‘Let Jim Blake go ahead. Let
him hit out in the dark at the Wom-
an, and smash his own heart with the
blow. It’ll be fair.’ Then, I got to
thinking it over. And—well. I found I
couldn’t quite bring myself t6 pay off
my own debts by spoiling another
woman’s'Hfe. I guess I’d be a failure
at’politics,” she ended with a ilttla
laugh, of self-disgust. "That’s ML
Good-by.”
And so,” said Grace slowly, "you
qame to me—Just to l)eip me? You
didn’t think for an inbtant that, out
of gratitude, I might help you?”
"Help me? Howr
“By making it easy for yon to carry
out your idea of marrying my mother?
Perhaps by using this scandal story as
a threat to force me into helping your
Wanda looked at her for a feu half*
minute in blank alienee. Then, tqgto
ing to the door, she said:-'
"I guess i waa a fool to butt In.”
“One moment!” interposed Grace;
adding, aa Wanda paused: "You—you
made certain Insinuations about me,
just now. Yon must prove them—yon
must give me your reasons for the
asqurd supposition that 1 might know
anything about this $tandish scandal.”
Mrs. Robertson.” replied Wanda,
her hand still on the door-knob, *Tm
not in your class. 1 don’t knew just
how women in your station5 of life
manage such things. Buj, It seems
rather tough that you can’t find a way
to defend yourself without insulting
me. Let that go. Yon want to know
how I found out? 1*11 tell you. Bariy
this evening Mr. Standish learned of
this scheme to wrpek him. He knows
the story couldn’t be used without the
Woman's name. And Blake bluffed
him into believing the machine would
have the name before midnight. Mr:
Standlsh’s first thought was to
the Woman. Just as Blake had known
it would be. He called up your house
fn„New York—”
“What of that? I was not at home
this evening. I was on my way here
to—”
"But Mr. Standlah didn't know that.'
"And,” pursued Grace fiercely, “just
because Mr. Standish chanced to caB
Up my husband’s New York
you’ve evolved this insane
What proof to there—beyond
backed word—that ha called up my
house?”
"The time-card at central. A list of
all calla Is forwardad btesy evening
to central and—”
"That pirn* nothing!”
Grace. "Nothing at/alL Oh,
ty trick you’re playing. Miss
very prntty trick. Hut it fffc
build it all on tha statement that
one called up tbohouotof
Robertson. Fifty peojNe eiB
house every day. And on the
of that, his jrifa is to be involved ia m
story of tow intrfgua—Oh, it's out-
rageous!” .
“Will Mr. Standish explain to your
husband why he called you npr ’*
"He didn’t tool me np. Mr. maadtofj
could have had nothing to soyaome.
HeiA ipf, erw :cton'
And my word wifi hi bemn
a blackmailing phone girl's. I
simply say you tried togaln my
by means of threats to-2” -X
*Yeu need simply say it?
pwear to ftl* *V-
"Yea! " flashed Grace, "tf tfcs Need
arises, A woman’s reputation tent de-
stroyed so easily as you seem to thimk,
Mias Kelly.”
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asked Wanda. ”1 forgot *
seat for him. He can )WT
Woman Who was registered * to*
Fowler*— He—”
"Do you suppose, for one moment,*
•aid Grace, white to the lipe, "that/ny
husband would subject me to the to
dignity Of being, looked over tUpe a
common Criminal? I need ~~
the truth—deny the whole
Be—end—”
“Ob!” broke in Wanda, with refcteb-
apt admiration, "you’re brave,
Robertson! As brave as they make
them, fou’re putting up a glorious
fight And I can’t help liking yen for
It Because I know—behind the brave
front—you’re sick with fear.”
“You think—?”
‘1 know it And—believe me er net
—you've got me sised up all wrbag.
I—I'm not going to many ions broth-
er. But I don’t want to see his sister
get Into th|s mess. Why don’t yen
trust me?”
“fceally—” *
(TO BE CONTINUED.) %
i XX
EASY TO EXAMINE THE LUNGS
Physicians Now Enabled to Porform
Rare Operations With the Now
Bronchoscope.'
An instrument known as the bron-
[ choscope has been introduced at the
Medleo-Chlrurgical hospital, Philadel-
phia, to aid in the examination of the
ungs and to remove foreign sub-
tances therefrom.
The bronchoscope Is U-shaped. One
of the legs is hollow and is surmount-
ed by a small mirror and an electric
light To remove a foreign body from
the lungs, the hollow leg is inserted
In the mouth and permitted to pass
down the throat until it reaches the
vocal chords. With the aid of the
mirror and light on the outer end an
and the foreign substance located.
This done, a small steel tweezer is
passed through the hollow tube and
the offending particle removed.
Dr. R. S. Skillern and his five 'as-
sistants in the note and throat de-
partment of the institution are skilled
in the manipulation of the broncho-
scope. and have been performing some
lure operations. Buck things a* bto |
f. v. iemstss
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en bones, nails, and dried pees have
been removed.
The instrument affords specialists
an opportunity of looking into the
lungs of tuberculosis patients.
Didn't Think Much of Lecturer.
A well-known Boston lecturer waa
to give one of his lectures iu a west-
ern1 city in which he had a sister who
had a family of several children. He
was the guest of his sister, and his
nephew, a lad of nine or ten yearn,
wanted to attend the lecture. To this
his uncle said:
“1 don't think that my lecture would
interest you, Harold. You would be
much better off at home and in bed.
Now if you will stay at home and go
to bed, I will give you a dollar, which
Is the price of a ticket to the lecture.”
•aid ihe boy with a
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