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Show THE CAD By Elizabeth W. Qorrltaon It seemed a direct repudiation of the long line of honorable ancestors traceable back to tbn days of the Mayflower, May-flower, but nevertheless It was a fact Preston web a sneak, a cad. A man with less egotism In hit mal.eup would havo accepted the pointed remark and general coolness at his camp-mates camp-mates and the girls at the hotel at evidence conclusive and emulated the Arab traditionally spoken of vas adept at folding tents and effecting noiseless departures. Not so with Preston; he stayed. He had never been a warm favorite with the "crowd," and since the time when, smarting from jealousy, envj and all the other mean feelings In the category, he had followed and spied upon Marjory Dalton and Blanchard In their love making and then babbled a descrl- Ion of tho tenderest scene tc tho embarrassment and confusion ol the young lady, tolerance had given way to aversion. "Preston, you contemptible cad," Blanchard had said after good-hlghU had been Bpoken and tho men were back In camp, "I've mpro than half a mind to punch your head." "Why don't you?" Preston had asked mockingly, and his hand had closed Involuntarily In-voluntarily upjm his pocketknlfe, Just as In bojhood It had reached for a tone when battle seemed Imminent. Blanchard had curbed, his dnger and turned pn his heel; but all of the fellows fel-lows and most of the girls had agreed In their Indignation to call Preston "Tho Cad." Thinking ho best shbwed his contempt con-tempt for tho censure of tho others by a repetition of his despicable perform, ance, he was again engaged In spying upon tho same couple from behind a patch of barberry. They were sitting In lover-like attitude upon a high bank that overhung n treacherous bit of the lake, Dovll's pool, said to be bottomless bottom-less for its depth had never been sounded. as I'reeton watcnea, grinding nit teeth In rage and longing to wreak upon tho man a vengeance his very cowardice prevented him from -attempting, he saw something flash In the sunlight. A cautious Investigation revealed a long hunting knife clasped In a powerful hand protruding from the shrubbery a little to his left. Be-sldo Be-sldo the knife was the evil, rage-dts torted face of Oaspard, the half-breed '.vhom Blanchard had detected In thlev Ing and unceremoniously kicked from the camp. Tho thing was plainly evident te Preston. The half-breed, probably crazed by drink, was going to murdei Blanchard. He was not takljg lntc account the fact that tho opportunity was a poor one that some dark night when Blanchard was alono would bet ter Insure his chances of escape. He knew only that his enemy was before him and his rage urged him to kill. As tho half-breed crept forward Pres ton realized tho awful horror of It all Something of good within .him, prob ably a flno strain handed down to htm by his gentlemanly ancestors, revealed to him tho possibilities of tho sltua-tlon. sltua-tlon. Of "heroism and valor ho hither to had known nothing. Now, impelled by this new feeling that tingled his nerves like n tonic, bis one thought was to serve his love to save he? lover for her. Tho cost he did not count He sprang from his hiding place and dashed toward tho hair breed, Intercepting him and grasping the hand that held the knife Just as II was raised above Blanchard, who, back to, was unconscious of his dangor. With a snarl the balf-brecd closed with his assailant. Around they whirled In a fierce battle for supremacy, theli struggles brlnglr.K them close to the edge of the bank. Preston's strength bad never been great and the sea. soned muscles of the half-breed bood wore him down. The hand that held tne knife wrenched free, poised a moment mo-ment in the air, then flashed downward. down-ward. Preston uttered a scream ol agony, but did not relax' his hold. There was a sound of crumbling soil and tho rattle of stones; the turf beneath be-neath the combatants sagged, then gave way entirely and tho pair plunged downward to the waters of Devil's pool. Some of the "crowd," attracted by the noise, came running up, and with Marjory and Blanchard peered from a safe place lno the waters below. The half-breed, without any evldonco ol Injury or fatigue, was swimming rap-Idly rap-Idly toward tho opposite Bhore. At the foot of tho bank, whero tho ripples were widening, the water was tinged to a deeper hue. Tho cad was seen no more by man. "Who Is it?"' someone asked in awed tones. Blanchard straightened himself with an effort. "Tho Ca " he began, then stopped, flushing with shame. "Harry Preston," Pres-ton," ho amended, his voice vibrating with feeling, "as white a man as over lived." Marjory held out her hands to hlra in silent appreciation of tho pulogy. Her eyes wero misty and shono with a light that baffled Interception. Deep down In tho inner sanctuary of her heart sho was enshrining tho momory of "Tho Cad." |