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Show MGHMENS (MiflEN irX XVi lGEPAIDINE BONNER if WV--V Autiorjo'TJTBnONEER Ilhistro.tIccscby- w DQMJ.LAYIN CoEyrltBWxtteeOBBS-MEBHIXCO. saluting Demy In person, Rod then, with a last dluined farewell to Dora-Inick, Dora-Inick, turned toward the door which opeued at bia approach. CHAPTER XVI. t Rota's Point of Vlw. The following Sunday, at ten o'clock In the morning, Domlnlck noiselessly descended the stairs or the flat and let himself out Into 'the street He would spend the morning walking, anywhere where there waa quiet and a view. He would take his lunch at any lUtle Joint country hotel, city chop-house chop-house he happened to pass, and Id the afternoon htf would walk again. He ascended the hill by one of the streets on Its southern slope, violently steep, the upward leaps of Us aide-walk aide-walk here and there bridged by flights of steps. Every little house was dle-Korglng dle-Korglng Ita Inmates, garbed In the light Sunday attire of the Callfornlan on pleasure bent Domlnlck went up the hill In the clear, golden sunlight and In bis revolt re-volt he pushed Herny from his mind, snd let Rose come In her place. His thoughts, always held from her, sprang at her, encircled her, seemed to draw her toward him as onoe bis arms had done. Standing on the summit of the bill, where the wall of the qunrry dropa down to the water front and the wharves, he relinquished himself to his dream of her. As If called, he turned aharply and saw Itose standing a few yards away from him, looking at him with an expression ex-pression of affrighted Indecision. "I wasn't sure It was you," she said. "And then when I saw It was, I was going to steal away before you saw me. Hut you turned suddenly as If you heard m." "I felt you there," he answered. "I walked up here this morning to have a think. I don't know where the think was going to take me when you came round that corner and stopped It What brought you here?" "Nothing In particular. It was sucb a fine morning 1 thought I'd Just ramble about, and I came this wsy without thinking. My feet brought m without my knowledge." "Sit down and talk to me," be said quietly. "No one can hear you. It's like being all alone In the world up here on the hilltop. We can tit on thla stone." There waa a broken boulder behind them, close to the narrow foot-way, and she sat on It, motioning him to a flat piece of rock beside her. "Tell me the whole thing," she said. "You and I have never talked much about your affairs. And what concerns con-cerns you concerns me." "It's Just what you know," be began be-gan slowly. "Only as every day goes by It seems to get worse. I've never told you much about my marriage'. I've never told anybody. ' "I knew all about ber when I married mar-ried ber. I was young, but I wasn't a green fool. Only I didn't seem to "No." she answered. "I don't I only expect what you can do." He turned and looked at her. "Then I'm to live for the rest of my life with a wife I don't core for. separated from the woman I loveT What Is there In that to keep a mun's heart sllve?" "The knowledge that we love each other. That's a good deal, I think." It waa th first time she had said In words that she loved htm. There was no trace of embarrassment or consciousness on her face; Instead she seemed singularly calm and steadfast, much less moved than be. Her words shook him to the soul. He turned his eyes from her face and grasping for her hand, clasped It, and pressed It to his hesrt. and to his Hps. then loosed It and rose to bis feet, ssylng to himself: "Yes, that's a good deal." Her eyes followed htm, and then brought up on the schooner bearing away on lta long tack, strained and careening ca-reening In the breese that, down there In the open, blew fresh and strong from the great Pacific. "It's a schooner," she said absently. "Where do you suppose It's going?" "I don't know. Somewhere a long wsy off, I hope. My devils arc sailing away on It." They stood side by side, gating down at It till she moved away with a sudden "Good by." "Goodby." he snswered, and stretched out bis hand. . Demy had been turning over In her mlud the advantages of accepting the money bad been letting herself dwell upon the delights of ponilble posses-slon posses-slon when at the Sunday dinner that afternoon Josh McCrae threw her back Into the state of Incensed rejection rejec-tion with which she bad met the first offer. With his face wreathed In Joy-oua Joy-oua grins, be bad apprised ber of the fact that only an hour earlier, while walking on Telegraph Hill, he had seen Domlnlck there talking with Miss Cannon. She was quiet for the rest of the afternoon, but it was not till she had reached her own home, silent In Its untenanted desertion, that she had an opportunity to turn the full vigor of her mind on what she bad beard. She put from ber mind all Intention of ever taking the money. She wanted want-ed It desperately, terrlblr, She knew that the Interview for which Dill Cannon had asked was for a last, deciding conversation. He was to make hta final offer. It was a moment mo-ment of torture to her when abe wondered won-dered what It would be, and her mind hovered In distracted temptation over the certain two hundred thousand dollars dol-lars and the possible quarter of a million. She was In this state of feverish dls-tractedness dls-tractedness when, V w t to Hill Cannon'a office. I " Nothing could be more dlsarmlngly friendly than the old man's greeting. "What I aaked you to come here for to-day was to talk about thla matter, fortune up well past a quarter of million." "You think that I don't know why you're offering me this money. Well, old man, I do. You want to get my hustiund for your own daughter, Koee Cannon." It was Cannon's turn to be speechless. speech-less. He had not for ycara received ao unexpected and violent a blow. He sat In the same attitude, not moving or uttering a sound, and looking at Derny with a pair of eyee that each second grew colder and more steely "Come," he said with sudden authority, author-ity, "I can't waste my time thla way. Are you going to take the money or not?" His manner, aa if by magic, had changed. Every auggestlon of deference defer-ence or consideration had gone from It. "Will you take the money?" "No!" ahe said loudly. "Don't ask me that again!" "All right." he answered quietly, "that enda our business. Do you know your way out, or ahall 1 ring for Granger Gran-ger to see you to the door?" It was late, almost dark, that evening eve-ning when Cannon left hie office. As he walked down Montgomery Street to the car, he pondered on Derny, wonderlngly and with a sort of begrudging, be-grudging, astonished admiration of a courage that he could not but admire How she hsd found out about Hose he could not Imagine, only It was very enrsglng that she should have done so. It was the last, and most detestable detest-able fact In the whole disagreeable business. It waa the first of May. Dy the morning's mall he had received a letter let-ter from Gene announcing, with the playful blltheness which marked all the young man's allusions to the transfer of the Santa Trinidad ranch, that the year of probation was up and he would shortly arrive in San Francisco Fran-cisco to claim bia own. Gene's father had read this missive In grim-vtsaged silence. The sense of self-approval that he might have experienced was not his; he only felt thst he had been "done." Two montha before, thinking that the ranch waa slipping too easily from his grasp, that he was making too little effort to retain re-tain hla own, be had hired a detective to go to San Luis Obispo and watch the career of Gene for signs of his old wsywsrdness. On the thirtieth or April the man had reported that Gene's course had been marked by an abstlnenoe as genuine and complete as the most exacting father could wish. His mood was unusually black when he entered the bouse. The servant, who came forward to help him off with his coat, knew It the moment be saw the heavy, scowling face. The piece of Intelligence the man had to convey that Mr. Gene Cannon had arrived ar-rived half an hour earlier from San Luis Obispo waa not calculated to abate the Donanxa King's Irritation. Gene, however, waa not at all abashed by any lack of cordiality. At the best of times, be was not a sensitive sen-sitive person, and as this bad been his portion since bis early manhood, be was now used to It. Moreover, tonight to-night be waa in high spirits. In his year of exile he had learned to love the outdoor life for which be was fitted, and had conceived a passionate desire to own the splendid tract of land for which be felt the love and pride of a proprietor. Always a loquacious person, a stream of talk flowed from htm to which the old man offered no Inter-ronton, Inter-ronton, and In w hich even Rose found It difficult to Insert an occasional, arresting ar-resting question. Gene had a number of new plans. The old msn listened without speaking, speak-ing, bis chin on bis collar, his eyes fixed In a wide, dull s'are on his bsppy boy. At Intervals Gene almost clamoring clam-oring for a response he emitted one of those Inarticulate aounds with which It wss his custom to greet In-formation In-formation that he did not like or the exact purport of which be did not fathom. The only thing which would have sweetened hla mood would have been a conversstion, peaceful and uninterrupted, uninter-rupted, with hla daughter. He bad not seen aa much of ber as usual during dur-ing the last few days, aa ahe bad been confined to ber room with a cold. Thla was the first evening she had been at dinner for four days, and the old man had looked forward to one of tbelr alow, enjoyable meals together, with a long, comfortable chat over the black coffee, as waa tbelr wont. Wbea dinner waa over, and ahe rose from her seat. b asked ber to play on the piano In the sitting-room near by. Neither of the men spoke for a space while the music crept In s ftJy from the sitting room. The old man gssed for a while maliciously at his son. "Well, you've got It!" said the father fa-ther at last. In a loud, pugnacious tone. "You've got It, haven't you?" "Well. I guess I have," aald Gene, hit triumph tempered by an air of modesty, "and I guess I esrned It fair. I atuck to the bargain and there were times when I csn tell you It wss a struggle. I never onoe slipped up. If you don't believe my word, I can bring you men from down there that know me well, and theyll testify that I spesk the truth. "It was Rose who really put me up to It," be went on. "She'd say to me I could do It. I only bad to try; any one could do anything they really made their minds up to. If yon said you couldn't do a thing, why. then you couldn't, but If you aald yon could, you got your mind Into that attitude, and It wasnt bsrd any more. And she waa right When I got my mind round to looking at It that way. It came quite eaally. Rose's always right" Then, why the bell." said the old num. "do you go oa talking about yourself and your damned concerns, bothering the life out of her when she's got troubles of ber own?" "Troubles of ber own? What troubles has she got?" "She's got a cold," aald Cannon. He spoke sharply and looked at Gene with a sidelong eye full of observant ob-servant malice. The young man gazed back at him, confused, for a moment half Inclined to lauh. thinking hla father, fa-ther, In a sudden unaccustomed playfulness, play-fulness, was Joking with him. "Well, If It's only a cold." he stammered, stam-mered, "It's nothing to tear up the ground about. I thought it waa something some-thing serious, that Rose was unhappy about somethlug. Dut a cold " After all, It waa a good thing the boy did not know; he was of the kind who could not be treated with any Information In-formation of Importance. He did not want Gene or anybody else to Interfere. Inter-fere. He, Rose's father, and ha alone, "Then I'm to Live for the Rest of My Life With a Wife I Don't Care . Por." without any outalde assistance, would reach up and pick out for ber any atar that sparkled In the heavena, any moon for which ahe might choose to cry. She wanted Domlnlck Ryan for her husband. She should have him and It would be ber father who would get him tor her. He would give her Domlnlck Ryan, as he would a pearl necklace or a new automobile to which she had taken a fancy. CHAPTER XVII. Out of the Fullness of the Heart. That night It was Demy's turn to be wakeful. In the alienee of the sleeping sleep-ing house and the warm darkness of ber curtained room, ahe lay toasing on her bed, bearing the clear, musical striking of the parlor clock as it marked the hours. When the drat thin stresk or gray painted a pale line between the window curtains she rose and took a sleeping powder and soon after fell Into a heavy slumber. This beld her In the dead, motionless motion-less unconsciousness thst a drug brings, through the long morning hours. Domlnlck's noiseless departure hardly disturbed the hushed quiet of the little flat The Chinaman, trained by bis exacting mistress to make no aound while ahe slept, went about his work with a atealthy step and cautious touch, even In the kitchen, shut off by space and muffling doors, continuing his care. He had bad more than one experience with the wrath pf Mrs. Ryan when she hsd been roused from late slumbers by a banged door or a dropped pan. It was nearly lunch time when aha awoke, alowly emerging from the black, unbroken deadness of her sleep to a momentarily augmenting aenae of degression. She rose, her body seeming seem-ing to participate In the oppressed discomfort of ber mind, and, going to the bedroom window, drew the curtain and looked out. The day promised little In the way of cheering Influences. Fog bung heavy In the air, a gray veil depending depend-ing from a gray base of eky. That portion of ber neighbors garden which the window commanded was drenched with It the flowers drooping moistly aa If It weighed on them like a heavy substance under the pressure of which they bent and dripped. The strefth of wsll that abe could se gleamed with dampness. A corner of atone, on which a drop regularly formed, bong and then fell, beld her eyes for a few vacantly-staring moments. Then she turned away, muttering to herself: ' -Oood Lord, what a day!" Sbe waa at ber lunch when the telephone tele-phone bell rang. She dropped ber napkin and ran to the Instrument which waa In the ball. She did not know what she expected or rather sbe did not expect anything In particularbut par-ticularbut she wss In thst state of feverish tension when she seemed the focus of portentous hsppenlngs, the point upon which events of sinister menace might, at any moment, bear down. Dill Cannon might be calling her np. for what purpose ahe could not guess, only for something that would be disagreeable and perturbing. (TO PB CONTINUED.) Unbelievable. Lady You aay you iim ashore when the Titanic went down? Tramp Yea. mum. Lady How long wera you la tbe water? Tramp Four days, mum. Lady You dont look It. " n The Difference. Knlcker In the winter I go out to play poker and ray wire stays homo from bridge. Docker And la the summer you stay borne from poker and your wife goe away for bridge. U SYNOPSIS. Bill Cannon, the bnnanta king, and his daughter. Itoae, who had paeaed up Mrs. oniellua Ityan's hull at pan Franrtaco to yrrompany her fatlttr, arrive at Antelope. IHmilnl.k Ryan ralla on hla mother to be a hall Invitation for hla wife, and la refueed. The determined old lady refuaee Jo racngnlia her dauhter-ln-law. Iiom-Inlrk Iiom-Inlrk had been trapped Into a marriage with llernlr Ivi-m.m. a atannirrapher. everal years hla arnlor. Hh squanders hla money, they have freiUanf quarrela, and be allpa away. Cannon and I. la daughter are annwed tn at Antelope, tkmiliiltk My an la reamed from atnrm In unron-si-loua condition and hrniiKht to Antelope hotel. Antelope la cut ofT bv atorm. Itoae Cannon miraea Ix-mlnlrk hark Jo life. Two werka Inter Hernlee rtlai-overa In a paper alirn htiatmnd la and writ.ia letter trvlns to aninoth ovit dlftlrultlea bflwwi them, lioinlnlrk at laxt la able to Join fallow anowhoiind protonera In hotel par- , lor. lie lor temper over talk of H'iford, an actor Afler three weeka. end of 1m-tirtannment 1m-tirtannment la aeen. Teloirrama and mall a'rive Domtnlik seta letter from wife. Telia rirme lie dM-n't love wife, and never did Hiormlioiind people heKln to depart. H"" and lioinlnlrk einlr'-e, father aeea them and di-nmnda an explanation. Hoae's brother fletie la rnnde manager of ranrh. and la to art It If he atnv aober a year. Cannon rxpreapra avmpMhV for !otnl-nlrk'n !otnl-nlrk'n poult ton In talk with Hone. lHml-nlrk lHml-nlrk returna home. Bernv exnrta herelf to peae him but he la Indifferent Can-ion Can-ion ealla on Mra Hvan. They dlaenaa Iom-tnick'a Iom-tnick'a marrlHKe dlffleultlea. and Cannon UKtteala liiiyinic off llernv. Domlnbk fo,. to piirk on Sunday with tternv and family, aeea Mla Cannon, bowa to her and alarta uneaalnena In llernv. In Mra Hvan'a name Cannon offera Herny s,V'.io to leave her hunhand and permit dlvoree Hhe refuaea. Immlnlrk aaea Hoae. Cornelia Cor-nelia Hvan enKHtted to Jaik Duffy. Cannon Can-non offer Herny IHe.WjO and la turned down. CHAPTER XV. A Confession. Of lute Drny had not been sleeping well and the fenr that this would react upon her looks hnfl spurred her to the unwonted exerMon of walking. The route; she had chosen was one of those thoroughfares which radiate from Market Mar-ket Street, and though not yet slums, are far removed from the calm, wtde gt-r.tlllty of the clty'a more dignified highways. With all her cloveroees, ahe had never shaken off the tastes and Instincts of the class sbe bsd come from. Walking lolterlnRly forward, she crossed Powell Street, and approached the entrance of that home of vaudeville, vaude-ville, the Granada Theater. There had been a recent change of bill, and aa she drew near sbe looked over tbe posters standing by the entrance on which the program for the coming wek waa printed In large letters. Midway Mid-way down one of these, her eye was caught by a name and she paused and stood reading the words: "JAMES DEFAY DUFORD Tbe Witty, Drilllant and Incomparable Monologlst In His Unrivaled Monologue Entitled KLONDIKE MEMORIES." She remembered at once that this was the actor Domlnlck had spoken of aa having been snowed in with them at Antelope. Domlnlck had evidently not expected he would come to San Francisco. He hsd said tbe man bad been going to act In Sacramento. Aa ahe walked down the street she saw that she waa approaching the car line which passed close to her old borne. A clock In a window showed ber It was nearly five. Hannah would have been borne for some time, and Hazel might be expected within an hour. Without more thought ahe balled an up town car. She found them both at home, I late la-te 1 having been allowed to leave ber work an hour earlier than usual. Bitting Bit-ting in a small room in the back of the house, they were surrounded by the outward signs of dressmaking. Yards of material lay over tbe chairs, and on a aroall wooden table, which fitted close to her body and upon which portions of the material lay neatly smoothed out, Hannah waa cutting cut-ting with a large pair of bears. If Demy wanted to surprise her sisters, sis-ters, she certainly now had the satisfaction satis-faction or realising her hopes. For a moirent after sbe told her news they stared at ber, too amaaed to spesk. even Hannah, who bad scented dlffl cultlea, being completely unprepared after the way of human nature tor the particular difficulty that bad cropped up. It was Haxel who first spoke. "Duy you off to leave Domlnlck? Give you money to go away from blm, do you mean?" 'That'a what I ssid," returned ber sister with dry grimness. "She's made me two offers to leave my husband, wants me to get out and, after I've gnn for a year, ask him to bring suit for desertion." "My Lord!" murmured Hannah In a bust ed olc of horror. "How much did abe offer you?" said Hard The wss a crucial question. ISerny knew its Importance and aat up, pushing push-ing hack her dinar ranged hat. "One hundred thousand dollars," sbe said calmly "A hundred thousand dollara!" gasped Haael. "Why why Berny!" She stepped, almost trembling In the excitement of ber stunned Incredulity. Incredu-lity. "A hnndred th'ussnd dollars!" Hannah Han-nah echoed, eevn word pronounced with a slow, a least at belief. "Oh, It rant he that awoeh!" "lfe that much now," said Berny, ber calmness accentuated to the pofnt of nonchalance, "and If I want I can make tbem double It, raise It to a quarter of a million. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars Isn't so much when you've got millions In trunks. Wbat'a that to tbe Ryans?" She rose abruptly from ber seat pushing It back and feeling that she had better go before she said too much. Aa she rose, Haxel rose too, her race full of suspicious concern. , "It's not another woman, la It, Herny?" Her-ny?" she almost w hispered. Demy had told so many lies that she did not bather ab6ut a few more. Moreover, she was determined not to let her sisters know about Rose Cannonnot Can-nonnot yet, anyway. "No," she said with short scorn, turning to pick up her feather bon. "Of course It's not. He's not that kind of a man. He's too much of a sissy. Another woman! I'd like to tell him that." When she reached home, she found on the hall table a not which the Chinaman told her bad been left by a messenger. It was from Dill Cannon Can-non and contained but a few lines. These, of a businesslike brevity, expressed ex-pressed the writer's desire to see her again, and politely suggested that, if she could come to his office on any one of the three specified afternoons, between the hours of two and four, he would be deeply honored and obliged. In hla "Klondike Monologue" at the Orpheum, Duford, the actor, made, a sudden and unexpected hit The morning morn-ing after hla first appearance, both Domlnlck and Derny read In the paper eulogistic notices or the new star. Domlnlck waa particularly Interested. He remembered Duford's state of worry wor-ry while at Antelope and was glad to see that the unlucky player was. In the parlance of his own world, "making "mak-ing good." Now, from what he heard, Duford's hard times should be at an end. Such a bit as he had made should give him the required Impetus. Men Domlnlck knew, who had theatrical affiliations, told him that Duford was "made." The actor could now command a good aal-ary aal-ary on any of tbe vaudeville circuits In the country, and If "he had It In him" he might amend the ladder toward the belghta of legitimate comedy. com-edy. His humorous talent was unique and brilliant' It was odd, considering bis age, that It had not been discovered discov-ered sooner. Berny was very anxious to see him. Haael and Josh had seen blm on one of the first evenings and pronounced him " simply great" Sbe extorted a promise from Domlnlck that, at tbe earliest opportunity, be would buy tickets for ber, and. If he could not accompany her himself, she could go with one of ber sisters. He stopped to buy the tickets one midday on his way to lunch. He made up bia mind to buy three, then Derny could either take ber two sisters, or Hssel and Josh, whose craving for the theater waa an unassuageable passion. pas-sion. He waa turning from tbe ticket office window wben a sonoroua voice at his elbow arrested him: "Mr. Ryan." It boomed out, "do I see you at last?" It waa Duford. but a rejuvenated and prosperoua Duford, the. reflection of his good fortune shining from bis beaming face and fashionable figure The red rasped look had left hla features fea-tures and the hollows beneath bis high cheek-bones were filled out. "Glad to see you, Duford," be said, "and glad to bear you've made aucb a success of It." Duford acknowledged these compliments compli-ments with cool, acquiescent complacence. compla-cence. "I have at ruck my gait." be said, nodding hla bead In condescending acceptance. ac-ceptance. "I have at last won my spurs. The ways or rate or let me ssy Providence are truly Inscrutable. I turned my face to the North In a bitter bour, and It waa In a bitter hour that I adopted the stage." "Then you went on tbe stage op there? You've only been on a few years?" "Nearly four," said th actor. He looked down at his shoe for a moment as If considering, and repeated without with-out looking np, "It will be four next September. Trouble drove me to those far distant lands and hard luck drove me on the stage. I'd never bad anything any-thing to do with it till then: I hadn't a stage gsme sbout me. There'd even been a time w ben I bad a strong prejudice preju-dice sgalnst tbe theater and never went to one. Dut a man must live and" He stopped, his attention arrested by a band laid softly on bis sleeve. A yontb of Hebraic countenance bad Is-1 sued from a door behind blm. and, touching hla arm with a hesitating, unclean un-clean finger, began to speak In a low tone. "Duty calls," said Buford. "I am sorry, but they wsnt me Inside. I bone later to be able to place a box at your disposal. Madame, you aay. Is very oslrous of seeing me. Well, III see to It that abe does so under the most favorable conditions." He bowed Impressively aa though It Wsa Buford, but a Rejuvensted and Prosperous Buford. realise, I didn't guess, I didn't dream, tbst she waa going to stay the way ahe waa." "Does she want to leave you?" Tbe question seemed to touch a nerve that startled and then stiffened blm. He anawered It with bis besd turned toward ber, the eyebrows lifted, lift-ed, a combativ note In bis voice: "I don't know whether she does or not" He stopped and tben aald, with hla face flushing. "No, I don't think sbe does." -How can yoa leave ber, then?" "Too expect too nnch of weak ha maa nature," be aald. ' to talk further, to thresh It out some more. I've seen Mra. Ryan since our laat meeting. She doubles ber offer to you. Shell give you two hundred thousand dollars to lesve ber son." "Well. I won t." said Derny. drawing herself to tbe edge of the chair. "She can keep her two hundred thousand dollara." "Dont be la aucb a hurry; I've not finished yet This Is just betwean yoa and me," he went on slowly, his voioe lowered, dropped to the key of conn denote. "111 give yon another hnndred thousand. Ill put It with sirs, Bju'i pUe. tM Ml ma your |