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GALVESTON TRIBUNE, MONDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1915.
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his father again, and tried to muster
up his courage to the sticking point.
“Well, as a matter of fact, I did
want”— he began, clearing his throat.
“Oh, now we’re getting to it,” Mar-
tin retorted. “Well, what is it?”
“I wanted to have a talk with you—
an important talk”—
“Curious! That’s just what I wanted
to have with you. I’ve wanted it all
day, and now we’ll have it. Miss Gray-
son!” he called to Mary.
“Yes, sir,” said Mary meekly.
“Get out!"
She went without a glance at Rodney,
who stood looking after her dejectedly,
not knowing that his love’s intention
was to give him moral support by lis-
tening in the hall.
“Now. what do you mean by over
drawing your allowance again?” she
heard Mr. Martin say when the door
was closed.
“Why,” innocently answered Rodney
“it simply proves that I was right
when I told you my allowance was too
small.”
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carved wooden rim of the sofa back
just fitted a chink in her coiffure com-
fortably. and she lapsed into that curi-
ous state of introspection that comes
sometimes with bodily and mental re-
laxation. What did she think of herself
for what she’d done this evening? Was
she any better than an adventuress?
Was she not cajoling a young man
into proposing to her for the love of
money? Would Rodney's father really
reward her as he had promised to do?
Strangely enough it would not have
seemed so bad. she felt, if she didn't
like Rodney. Well, if the old man
didn’t pay, let him keep his money.
She shouldn’t care. It was something
to have won a love like Rodney's love
for her . There was something very
lovable about Rodney Martin-
in a moment Rodney himself bounded
in again on her day dreams. There was
the thud of a heavy kit bag dropped
on the marble floor of the hall bv the
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A COLOSSAL BLUNDER.
Port Arthur Record.
Among' other things for which we
may be thankful, the fact that we are
still at peace should be most promi-
nent, and the fact that we seem likely
to remain at peace next. The more we
hear of the great war which is rapidly
spreading over the eastern hemisphere,
the more thankful we are that we live
in the western, and the more convinced
are we that the whole thing is one of
the most colossal blunders the world
has ever seen.
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proves?” said Mary.
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until we’re married, and then what
could he do?" objected Rodney.
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very patient invalid.”
Rodney stood a moment with his
hand on the knob, plucking up resolu-
tion. As he lingered there a violent
“He might cut you off,” suggested
Mary sagely.
“Would you care?” asked Rodney.
“I? No, no, indeed,” said Mary hasti-
ly. “I • was thinking of you, dear.”
"Don’t you bother about me,” cried
Rodney. “We’ll be married tomorrow
.and then come home for the parental
blessing.”
“No. I couldn’t do that,” said Mary.
lief. \
“It’s getting more like that play ev
ery minute,” Rodney chuckled.
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eled Mary......—
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up for me,” said her lover. "Wher
The country is very nearly unanimous
on the need of developing American
waterway transportation facilities. The
Mississippi river, as a commerce bear-
ing stream, went out of existence with
the advent of the railways—-not so
much because the river traffic was un-
able to compete with the railways, but
because of the rate-cutting tactics and
financial pressure which the railroads
were able to bring to bear in eliminat-
ing river competition. If our water-
ways are to reach their fullest develop-
ment, as a supplement to rail transpor-
tation, there must be some degree of
cooperation between the two forms of
commerce carrying. Railroads are now
allowed to make rates to meet water
competition, and when water competi-
tion ceases they are allowed to go back
to the higher charges. The National
Rivers and Harbors congress, ih adopt-
ing a resolution which seeks legislation
to empower the Interstate Commerce
commission to make minimum as well
as maximum rates, is attempting to re-
lieve water traffic of this handicap.
SOME COMPARISONS.
San Antonio Express.
A correspondent of a New York pa-
per thinks the voyage of the peace
ship now skimming over the deep blue
sea deserves to take rank among the
great expeditions of history along with
Gulliver’s Travels, the Adventures of
Don Quixote, the March of Coxey’s
Commercial Army, a Trip to the Moon,
Dr. Cook’s Expedition to the North
Pole, Alice’s Tour in Wonderland and
the Colonel’s Exploration of the River
of Doubt. Yet Coxey is quoted as say-
ing that it is “one of the foolest" on
record.
ity than it would be without our co-
operation and friendship.
In the rehabilitation of Mexico, the
citizenship of Texas will have no small
part, and this, too, should be fully re-
alized by the people of our sister re-
public; whatever vigorous action we
have taken looking to the protection
of our citizens having their homes
along the Rio Grande border was mere-
ly what we would expect every law-
abiding Mexican to take in assuring
the safety of peacefully-inclined peo-
ple against the marauding raids of
bandits, regardless of their nationality.
Mexicans living in Texas, even those
within the zone affected by the lawless
ones, have not been molested unless
they gave evidence of intention to seek
the overthrow of our institutions or
the robbing of our people. Previous
to the outbreak of the revolutionary
spirit in Mexico quiet and peace pre-
vailed on both sides the river and this
condition can be restored and main-
tained, if both Mexicans and Texans are
agreed that this is desired. .We can
help each other, and there is no rea-
son why we should not.
The most significant political feature
of President Wilson’s address—using
the term in its broadest sense—was his
reference to Pan-Americanism. There
had been much suspicion of the United
States in South and Central America as
a result of the Panamaian develop-
ments, and it has taken a good deal of
effort on our part to allay the fears of
smaller republics on this hemisphere
that the North American colossus is not
an enoromous ogre, waiting for a pro-
pitious moment to eat them up. We
have finally convinced them that the
Monroe doctrine is not an assumption
of patronage on our part, but a policy
of mutual protection against aggres-
sion from Europe or Asia. As President
Wilson points out, the nations of the
western hemisphere must make them-
selves independent, economically, as
well as politically, of the rest of the
world. And following upon the heels of
this program will come an understand-
iing between the United States and the
strong nations of South America in the
interest of peace throughout the hemi-
sphere.
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Scarcely could there be presented a
more congenial task to the American
people than that suggested by the let-
ter of Secretary Tumulty in reply to a
communication to president Wilson ask-
ing tor an explanation of what was
termed “widespread criticism” touching
the recognition of the Carranza govern-
ment by the United States, the request
for an explanation being provoked by
current rumors to the effect that the
Carranza government had not dealt
fairly with the Catholic church. After
replying to the queries contained in
the communication, the president’s pri-
vate secretary points out that citizens
of both this country and Mexico should
feel it a duty and a privilege to aid
the recognized government of Mexico
in its efforts toward making peace a
condition very real to the people or
the sister republic.
A suggestion that the American peo-
ple help in the rehabilitation in Mexi-
co is merely intimating that we con-
tinue doing what we have endeavored to
do whenever opportunity presented it-
self. The administration has been no
more anxious that peace be restored
, south of the Rio Grande than have
the citizenship, and it is probably this '
harmonious attitude of the people or
the United States that has rendered
less irksome the work of the American
government in bringing about the ap- '
proach to country-wide peace that ap-
pears to be quite near the Mexican re-
public.
Had a majority of the people of Mexi-
co been really desirous for a resump-
tion of peaceful conditions, that happy
state could have been theirs long ago,
but with these people, just as it is and
has been with nations of longer ex-
perience and a greater degree of en-
lightment, there have been men whose
selfishness overwhelmingly outweighed
their patriotism and they have played
the part of false Moses, leading their
people into a wilderness of bloodshed
and rapine, from . which they have
with difficulty found their way. But
this is not the time for looking back-
ward; it is to be hoped that all these
experiences for which the people have
paid so dearly will be used" as a step-
ping stone to a lasting peace, in which
the people shall catch a vision of a
bright destiny that may be theirs and
toward the attaining of which the peo-
ple of this country and that back of
lend every assistance.
But our friendly advances must not
be misconstrued. The people of Mexico
must refuse to listen to the specious
arguments of interested persons who
would have them believe that sincerity
is not a virtue possessed by the peo-
ple of this country asd that back of
our friendly protestations there lurks
some ulterior motive which, when de-
veloped, will cost the Mexican people
the loss of valuable territory or rob
them of remunerative mineral or agri-
cultural assets which the Mexican
people might develop and enjoy to their
own great profit. The fact that the
American government has manifested,
its friendly purposes whenever permit-
ted so to do, should be convincing that
the people back of the government are
of same frame of mind, and if our ad-
vances are accepted at their face value,
the Mexican people will find it much
faster traveling back toward prosper-
Easfern Representative West’n Representative
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you said we’d starve together I just
choked all up.”
“Please don't. Rodney,” protested
Mary, quite genuinely touched, and
Rodney went on:
“Just because he’s got a lot of mon-
ey he seems to think there isn’t any
left for other people, but I’ll show him.
I may not have much at the start, but
watch my finish”—
“What are you going to do?” she
asked him excitedly.
“I’m going to work.”
“You are—really?”
“Yes, indeed. Father couldn’t make
me do it, but you can. I’ll work ros
you.”
“Oh, you are splendid!” Mary cried
“Shall you get a position?”
“I should say not! Work for some
one else? No! I’m going in business
for myself—for you. I’m going tc
show the stuff that’s in me. Of courst
we can’t gt married till I’ve made
good. Will you wait?”
“Yes, dear,” said Mary shyly.
“You’re a dandy!” cried Rodney
moving nearer to her.
“What business are you going into?’
she asked.
“I don’t know yet,” said Rodney
“I’m going upstairs to pack a suit case
and think. Wait here for me. I’ll be
back in fifteen minutes,” he sang out
grabbing her and kjssing her hastily
but heartily.
“Oh, oh—please”— protested Mary.
“Don’t mind, Mary. I’ll get you useo
to ’em,” he called from the doorway.
She threw herself back on the Lou
XV. sofa next the yellow typist’s desl
and waited, in a sudden reverie. The
front door, and then he ran in to her
impetuously, with his arms open.
“Mary, sweetheart!” he cried.
He held her away from him a mo-
ment to regard her face.
“The pater’s upstairs dressing for
dinner,” he rattled on. “I shan’t even
say goodby to him. Serve him right.
I’m going to take a stage down to the
Collegiate club this very night Can't
afford cabs now.”
“Rodney,” whispered Mary conserva-
tively, “you must work hard and be
brave.”
“And can’t I do that for the sweetest
sweetheart in the whole world?” he de-
manded rapturously, folding her again
in his arms. He hugged her greedily
to him. and she yielded to him a little
despite herself. There was something
fresh and clean about the boy, and
certainly his kisses were not distaste-
ful. The arms she felt around her
were a man’s arms and very strong.
In the end Rodney decided he would
have a cab anyway, and so he and
Mary left the house of the soap king
in each other’s company without fare-
wells. It was their last ride together,
so to speak, and a very blissful one for
the young lover. Rodney was going
to take a room at the Collegiate club,
but first they spun across the somber
park to Mary’s apartment, somewhere
in the West Seventies, and Rodney
bade her a rapturous good night while
the motor throbbed and the taximeter
spun.
The gout had been so benefited by
the explosion of yesterday that Cyrus
Martin had gone down to his office
next morning, as Mary guessed he
would, and the two met there on some-
what more Impersonal terms than in
the Fifth avenue library. Very imper-
sonal indeed Mary tried to make it
seem to the wily magnate and threw
something unwonted and chilly into
the manner with which she greeted
him.
“Well,” he began, “do you think our
scheme is going to work?”
“Yes,” said Mary quietly, “I do.”
“You really think you- have got him
to go to work?” he demanded eagerly
“I have,” said Mary.
“By George, that’s great!” said Mr.
Martin gleefully.
“Isn’t it ” said Mary.
“You’re sure he wasn’t just talking?’"
“No, he went upstairs to pack and
go out and make a name for himself.’"
“You’re a wise girl, Mary. Isn’t it
wonderful?”
“And you said I couldn’t do it,” said
Mary coldly.
“I said I didn’t think you could, but
you have, and I owe you $2,500.”
“Oh, there’s no hurry!” said Mary,
still quite coolly.
“Never put off till tomorrow the
money you can get today,” said the
millionaire.
“Aren’t you proud I’ve been so suc-
cessful?” said Mary presently.
“Proud! I’m so darned happy I’m
making this check out for $5,000.”
“Oh, Mr. Martin!” Mary cried, quite
taken aback.
“It’s worth $50,000 to me to have my
boy really want to work, not just to do
it to please me,” said the old man,
really moved beneath his gruff exte-
rior. “What a difference an incentive
makes!”
“Doesn’t it?” said Mary, smiling at
her check.
“But what about your marriage?”
“He said he wouldn’t marry me till
he’d made good—if I’d just wait.”
Her employer looked at her a little
anxiously.
“Do you think perhaps he may real-
ly love you?” he Asked.
“Of course not,” said Mary.
“It’s the first time he’s actually want-
ed to marry anybody,” said his father.
“Oh, it’s just that I’ve been very blue
eyed and baby faced!” said the secre-
tary modestly.
“I guess you’re right,” agreed Mar-
tin.
“Of course I am. Why, dear Mr.
Martin, even for this,” she said, point-
ing to her check, “I wouldn’t give your
son one real pang. He’s too nice a
boy. When I break our engagement
he may feel a bit lonely and be very
sorry for himself for a few days and
give up women forever, but pretty
soon some charming girl of his own
position—of his own world, who needs
to be petted and spoiled and protected,
some limousine lady—will come along,
and they’ll live happily ever after.”
“Nonsense!” said Mr. Martin. “I
don’t agree with you at all. I begin
to wish this marriage were going to be
on the level.”
“It wouldn’t work out,” Mary inter-
rupted. “I’m a business woman. Mar-
riage and the fireside and leaning on
some man are not for me. I’ve been
independent too long. I couldn’t stop
my work for a man, and there can’t be
two heads in a family—two happy
heads. Even if your son did love me—
really love—I wouldn’t marry him.
Just now he’s twenty-four, with an in-
dia rubber heart that is easy to stretch
and easier to snap back. All men at
twenty-four are like that.”
“I suppose so,” Mr. Martin comment-
ed reminiscently.. “I remember when
I was a young man there was a girl—
my heart was breken for a week—per-
haps ten days—however, however”—
Then. abruptly changing the subject,
he inquired, “What's my son going to
work at?”
“I don't know yet,” Mary said truth- 1
fully.
“Do you think he’ll make good?”
“He will if he keeps at it."
“Well, you'll keep him at it, won't
you?"
“That wasn’t our agreement,” said
Mary. “I only undertook to get him
to start to work."
“Hm!” went Mr. Martin, tapping the
arm of his cloir.
(To Be Continued.)
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Industrial America not only keeps
well abreast all of the modern develop-
ments and inventions in science and
mechanics, but immediately proceeds to
tty out and utilize everything making
for efficiency and speed of production.
It not only does these things—it does
more. It is constantly looking into the
future and ascertaining, so far as hu-
manly probable, the next direction of
progress, and prepares itself according-
ly. In this respect, in keeping up with
the times, in completely absorbing all
of the latest developments, and fath-
oming the future, the American army
and navy are singularly backward. Our
inventors produced the aeroplane, and
the submarine, and improved the ma-
chine gun and heavy artillery. We
leave it to other nations to adapt and
utilize them, while our own equipment
remains in rudimentary state. The
Germans demonstrated the possibilities
of mobile heavy ordnance, possibilities
which our artillery experts should have
known and realized in the American
defenses. It is gratifying to know,
however, that plans are now being
made to add mobile coast batteries of a
heavy type to our equipment. It is
also proposed to link up the permanent
defense works on the coast by well-
ballasted. wagon roads or railways,
paralleling the coast line, so that heavy
guns can be rushed to any point.
CHAPTER IV.
The Bargain.
“6H, sir,” Mary began timidly, al-
e a most losing her composure a
“} moment, to think of the pass
that things had come to with
her connivance. She was not sure,
moreover, if the soap king had not
really been in earnest in his fulmina-
tions as they floated out to her in the
hall. Either his acting or his gout;
must be genuine today, she began to
fear.
“Because I wish to tell you,” he be-
gan again, “that if he marries you he’ll
not get one penny of my money. And
that means he’ll starve. I suppose you
realize that?”
Mary turned to Rodney, who was
standing up very straight near the
window looking on Fifth avenue, one
hand catching the braided lapel of his
coat as his eyes devoured her with
such real love and confidence showing
on his face that she could not resist
his love’s appeal to her. She turned
to his father and answered him cour-
ageously:
“Then at least we’ll starve together.”
She was rewarded by the exultation
in Rodney’s voice as he exclaimed,
“Mary!”
“You see. father,” he added for the
old gentleman’s benefit.
“Making a grand stand play, eh,”
went on the soap magnate remorseless-
ly to Mary, “before my idiot of a son
You think I’m so fond of him that I’ll
relent. Well, you're wrong. Neither
of you will ever get a nickel out of
me.”
“We shan’t starve, ” declared Rod-
ney.
“Well, what can you do to keep from
etarving?" demanded his father. You’re
not a producer. You never will be.
You’re just an idler. You couldn’t
earn $5 a week. But you'll have a
chance to try. You’ll get out of my
house tonight, or I’ll have you thrown;
out.”
“Now, father”—
“Not another word, sir, not another
word!" cried his father, and stamped
out angrily into the hall.
Liarv nave an involuntary sigh of re-
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No argument can discount genuine
happiness.
Adam’s hobby seemed to run to ap-
ples while Noah's ran to pairs.
knocking sounded on the other side,
and his father’s voice could be distinct-
ly neard crying “Ouch!” in an extra
loud tone in the hall.
. “Speaking of the patient invalid,”
whispered Rodney, looking back at the
girl for whom he was so greatly dar-
ing.
“If you don’t ask him now I’ll never
marry you,” whispered Mary, forming
her words as distinctly as ws possible
under the circumstances.
“Open the door!” cried the elder Mar-
tin angrily in the hall.
“I’m coming, father. Coming,” quak-
ed Rodney as he turned the key.
The door was no sooner opened than
his father strode into the room stern-
ly, uttering the ejaculation “Ouch!”
twice and the polite phrase “the devil!”
at least once as he crossed the thresh-
old. r
“Why was that door locked?” he de-
manded, scowling.
“Was it locked?” asked Rodney in-
nocently.
“Yon young fool, didn’t you just un-
lock it?” roared his father.
“So I did.’.’ said Rodney nervously.
Mary in the meanwhile had retreat-
ed to her typewriter, and now began
typifying violently.
“Stop that noise,” shouted Mr. Mar-
tin.
The noise ceased immediately, and
Rodney looked at her discouraged. She
motioned to him to go on. Meanwhile
Martin painfully, limped to a chair by
a small table and sank into it, his foot
giving him another twinge.
“Ouch! Oh, my poor foot!” he
moaned.
Rodney hastily picked up a footstool
and came with it to his father.
“I’m afraid your foot hurts,” he ven-
tured propitiatingly.
“Not at all—I just pretend that it
does,” growled his father.
“I hoped you were better,” said the
son sincerely.
“Well, I’m not. What’s that you got
there?”
“A footstool—I thought it might make
you more comfortable.”
“Comfortable? How much do you
want out of me now?” his father asked
shrewdly.
“Why nothing, father,” Rodney an-
swered.
“Well, anyhow the answer is, not a
nickel”—
“Why do you say that?” Rodney qua-
vered.
“I know you, and whatever it is you
can’t have it”
Rodney turned appealingly to Mary,
who ignored him. He turned back tc
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“You angel!”
"It wouian’t De rignt. rm ms private
secretary. He trusts me and brings
me here to his home, and then to find
I’d married his son on the sly—no,
Rodney, we couldn’t do that.”
“You do make it sound rather bad,”
said Rodney. “I shouldn’t want to
treat father badly. We’ve always been
pretty good friends, he and I. I guess
I’d better tell him—in a week or so”—
Mary’s self composure had been rap-
idly returning during this colloquy, and
she was surer of what she wanted.
Indeed it piqued her a little that Rod-
ney should have made such a proposal
to her, so that now her own inclina-
tions and the old gentleman’s upstairs
ran in the same channel. She spoke
up quite resolutely:
“Why, Rodney, if you love me you
will want to get this awful suspense
over with.”
“But suppose he does object?” Rod-
ney argued, seeing his light of happi-
ness grow dim.
“Even then I wouldn’t give you up,”
said his sweetheart.
“Mary!”
“You could go into business,” she
went on, “make a big man of yourself,
make me proud of you”—
“You talk just like the heroine in a
play I saw last night,” protested Rod-
ney. “She wanted the hero to go to
work, and he did, and then for four
acts everybody suffered.”
“Don’t you want to work?” asked
Mary anxicusly.
“I should say not,” Rodnv answer-
ed quite seriously. “Imagine going to
bed every ‛ night knowing you’d got
to get up in the morning and go to
business.”
“You’d be happier, wouldn’t you,”
queried Mary, “if you had a job?”
“Please don’t talk like father,” pro-
tested Rodney. “He’s preached a job
at me ever since I left college. Why
should I work? Father made millions
out of soap and is forever complaining
that he’s always had his nose to the
grindstone, that he’s never known
what fun was, hat it’s all made him
old before his time. I can’t see the
sense of following an example like
that—I really can’t. He’s got enough
for you and me and our children and
their grandchildren. I’ve explained all
this to him, but I can’t seem to make
him understand. But it’s simple—why
work when there’s millions in the fam-
ily? And why even talk of it when
you and I are in love?”
He leaned hungrily toward her,
stretching out his arms to her, and fin-
ished on a note of genuine appeal:
“Come, kiss me, Mary.”
But Mary drew back from him quick-
ly. “No, you mustn’t,” she said firm-
ly. “Not till you’ve spoken to your fa
ther.”
“You won’t even kiss me till I tell
him?”
“No.”
“And you will when I do?”
“Yes.”
“Then I'll tell him right away!” cried
the valiant lover, striding to the door
“Oh, Rodney, you’re splendid!" ap
plauded Mary. “and don’t be afraid."
“Afraid!” echoed Rodney scornfully
But he paused a moment at the door
and said:
“You don't think I’d better wait till
the morning?”
“No. I don't.” said Marx. “And don't
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"What!" ejaculated his father, quite
evidently aghast.
“And if my allowance is too small
for one it's much too small for two,"
the boy continued ingeniously.
“For two?”
“Father, has it ever occurred to you
that I might marry?" inquired Rodney.
“Of course it has. You're fool enough
for anything," growled his father.
“I don’t consider a man a fool be-
cause he’s married,” said Rodney.
“That’s because you’ve never tried it.’
“I intend to try it, just the same,’
said Rodney.
“Oh, you do, do you ? Who is the
girl?”
“The girl?” repeated his son nerv-
ously.
“Yes, girl. You’re not going to mar
ry an automobile, or a polo pony, or an
aeroplane, or any other of your idioti
amusements, are you? You’re going t<
marry a girl, aren’t you? Some blue
eyed, doll faced, gurgling, fluttering
little fool. Oh, why doesn’t God give
young men some sense about women?’
“I object very strongly to your speak
ing in that way of Miss Grayson.”
spoke up Rodney angrily.
“Miss Grayson? Miss Grayson—
you’re not going to marry a type
writer!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Does she know it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, of course she knows a good
thing like you when she sees it”—
“I won’t listen to you talk of Miss
Grayson in that way”—
“You’ve got to listen. I won’t per-
mit any such absurd, ridiculous mar
riage. Thank heaven you had sense
enough not to elope!”
“I wanted to, but she wouldn’t She
insisted on your being told. So you
see what an injustice”—
“Injustice! Can’t you see she want-
ed me to know so that if I disapproved
and cut you off she’d not be stuck with
you on her hands?”
"Please, ather"— pleaded Koaney
And then dropped his hands at his
sides and turned to go, adding, “It’s
quite useless.”
“No, my boy; wait a minute,” said
Mr. Martin. “Remember I’m your
friend, even if I am your father. Don’t
you Deneve icr irs enly your mone
she wants.”
“I know it isn’t,” replied Rodney
proudly.
“I’ll prove it is," said his father
pushing an enameled electric bell that
stood near him on the table.
“What are you going to do?” crie
Rodney nervously.
“Send for Miss Grayson,” said his fa-
ther grimly. “I’ll tell that scheming
secretary that if you persist in this
marriage I’ll disinherit you, and ther
you watch her throw you over,” he
amplified for Rodney’s benefit.
“Even if you are my father you
shan’t insult the girl I love,” protest-
ed Rodney hotly. ,
“Poppycock! You’re afraid to put
her to the test. You’re afraid she will
chuck you,” retorted his father,
But Rodney answered quietly: “I’m
not afraid, father. You’re mistaken.”
Johnson appeared meanwhile in an-
swer to the bell and in a surprisingly
short time and with a queer look on
his usually imperturbable face, if they
had only noticed it, returned with
Mary Grayson under his escort. Mary
looked from father to son with an elab-
orately assumed air of innocence and
inquired: .
“You wanted me, Mr. Martin?”
She saw Rodney out of the tail oi
her eye make a movement toward her
and say “Mary” in a pleading tone;
then heard his father interrupting him
curtly. “My precious son,” he told
her, “has just informed me that you
and he intend to get married. Is that
right?”
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