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Show SIVER - WILLIAM &4(0MM qyuon "1. " ' .r""hL,,r., ,,J- - ; . '1 COPYKICMTwiLU AM tT Wf hod stood thero on a July morning one yenr ago. "I'd Ilka to see Mr. Wellington and then Mr. Lovett," he requested, "It they're not too busy." The girl spoko Into the voxlphono. "Mr. Tnrlton, Mr. Craig Tnrllon, is Baking to see you, plense." For several moments the voxlphono voxl-phono wus silent, a blank astounded Bllcnco. Then came an explosive oath, a spluttering wrathful explosion explo-sion In which only the words " can wait till hell freezes overl" were distinguishable. But then, a moment afterward, came the voice of Warren Lovett, cool and even, as always: "Ask him to come In, Miss Fisher." Fish-er." Followed by the stares of the four private secretaries, Craig walked over to the door and entered the sanctum it Jasper Wellington. open so that he could hear. War- r-ren r-ren stood aside, watching the violent vio-lent clash between the two men, listening lis-tening to Craig's withering Indictment Indict-ment of Wellington, Parkes Sc Lovett. Lov-ett. For the first time In his 13 years with the firm he saw old Jasper Jas-per Wellington outmatched; saw the man stop thundering, and begin to listen, and finally draw back, frightened, fright-ened, as Craig kept rapping out his figures and names and dates. "Now, you can take your choice," Craig wound up his philippic. "I oughtn't to give you any choice. You don't deserve any. You've gutted more operating mine companies, com-panies, you've worked more havoc In the Canadian mining industry, than any other man In North America. Amer-ica. Where did I get these facts and figures? D'you forget that I was on your staff for two years, and that I've been a geologist and mining browbeat mo, and . . . Well, you'd now find yourself in possession of a $.000,000 lode. The dishonesty was yours, nnd It boonieranged on you." "How about my two hundred and fitly thousund? Am I holding the bag? That was my own personal money, not the firm's. I bought that lake." Tahlcla's eyes opened a little wider. "Hmmph," she said, much ns Craig would have said it. "So that was your money! I suspected it was. You saw a chance to make a tidy fortune and you tried to get it all for yourself Instead of letting the firm in on it. Fine, Warrenl But about your quarter-million Craig and I don't want a cent of that We'll refund It to you within ! t'HArri'U XX Continued I ;o W rrM. nodded. "Yes. approximately approxi-mately that." he said. Convinced, now. that Futrlcia harbored no vengeance, ven-geance, he felt more at ease, and his courage was flowing back. Studying Patricia narrowly, he v.is watching for any weakness or sentiment senti-ment that he could take advantage of. ' What Is It that I have to agree to'.'" "You must sell all those claims to Craig and me. at the price you paid." i'atricia stated. "We will then see they are returned to their original owners." Warren did not answer at once. Toker-faced. he regarded Tatrlcla silently; and In his manner there At the rosewood table Russell Parkes and old Jasper, leagued together, to-gether, had been having a hot argument argu-ment with their Junior partner. As Craig closed the door the old financier opened on him like a machine ma-chine gun. "What are you doing here? If you've got any business with either Lovett or me, say it and then I'll have you pitched outside. You've got crust, showing up at my office. It's a wonder that she that Patricia Pa-tricia that she didn't try to come along." "'That Patricia,'" Craig said, "Is up the North Shore, at her home. I sent her there a short while ago." "You what? She's where?" "At her home," Craig repeated. engineer for 12 years, with my eyes and ears wide open? "If you weren't Patricia's father and an old man, I'd go straight to Ottawa with what I know about your company's security manipulations in Canada and your wildcat affiliations affilia-tions and your dummy stock setups, set-ups, and I'd blow you clear out of the dominion! I've been wanting to do thai for years, and now I've got the money and the backing. What's It going to bo between you and me peace or war?" Wellington glared In venomous silence si-lence at Craig, and swallowed hard. Silence, from him, meant that he was beaten and knew it To save his face he swung on Warren. "You handle this," he barked. "Do whatever you damned care to!" He turned away, strode into Russell Parkes' office and slammed the door. At nine that evening Patricia came down from the North Shore :veniy. one s going to visu wiui lor mother and Frances for a few lays." Old Jasper Wellington turned apoplectic. ap-oplectic. "Why you you scoundrel, the year, and on top of it the big- , gest interest you ever received." ) Warren got up and paced the cab- i in, his manacled hands In front of him. Through the window he saw , Corporal Northup leaning waitfully against a pine and twirling the hand-cut! hand-cut! key on his finger. Cornered and helpless, he glanced at Patricia, Patri-cia, searching her expression for hope of escape. But he saw no hope in her. Firm, unyielding, she stood beside the little table where once, over a cup of tea, she had begged for Craig's life and had agreed to a shanghai marriage in order to save Craig. "I haven't any choice," he said was confidence that he could out-maneuver out-maneuver and outwit her, girL. "That's a pretty one-sided bargain. bar-gain. Fatricia," he said finally. His remark stirred anger in Patricia. Pa-tricia. "One sided? D'you realize. Warren, that Sam Honeywell Is dead? That Rosalie and Straus and F:ng Odrcn are dead? That Craig is lying in an Edmonton hospital all shot up? And now when you, the cause ef all this, are given a chance j to walk away from here safe and sound and scot-free, you call It one sided! You're right it is; it's a'.l on your side. You're getting a'.l the breaks." li to the Loop hotel where Craig was staying. "I had to see you again, husband, before you left for Winnipeg," she explained breathlessly, in their suite. She was radiantly happy over her visit home, the visit that Craig had hammered out for her. "Next Wednesday oh, it's so far away, dearest!" "But you'll be visiting with your mother and Frances; and I'll have a big pile of work on my hands; and the tlme'll fly. Are you running run-ning back to the North Shore right away?" "No. I was meaning to stay here with you, till you leave at midnightunless mid-nightunless you're too busy and want me to go now." "You silly 1" They sat in a chair at the window, win-dow, looking out across the lights of the city and the dim moonlit silver of Lake Michigan, thinking of far-away Resurrection and the challenging chal-lenging work that awaited them there. "Our barrens trip this summer, Craigwe'll never gei to make it," Patricia said ruefully, fondling the black waves of his hair. "We will make it. We'll wedge It In somehow, sweet You and I've got that coming to us." "It'll be wonderful, Craig! It'll be Uke like God's lake, again." wearily. He stopped, confronted Patricia. Pa-tricia. "I can't go to the pen. God, I'd be an old man. old and broken, when I got out. I'D do what you say. I'll sell this Resurrection field to you and Tarlton." Patricia stepped over to the window. win-dow. "Dennis!" she called to the man yonder. "Bring me that key!" . . . A while after Warren had left, the group of prospectors who had buried bur-ied Sam Honeywell came down to the cabin. They crowded the little place, and some had to stand out- I side. The towering redhead was their spokesman. "We've been working up nerve for the last two days to come here. Miss Pat, and speak our piece," he said humbly, crumpling his battered bat-tered hat "We've got a lot of crow to eat and we sure've been eating it What we want to say is that after all you and Craig done for us we turned around and let you Warren's confidence ebbed considerably. con-siderably. Outwitting Patricia was r.ct so easy as he had thought She was totally diiTercnt creature frcm the girl whom he had brought to the Arctic with him last summer and whom he had kept In the dark f;r three whole months about his business there. After a moment he tried another move, a personal approach. "I think eat in friendliness. Patricia, you cugh. to let me keep a part of this field. Ycu know what the situation is in Chicago. You know that if I return there with nothing to show for the time and expense of this Arctic expedition. Parkes is going to edge me cut cf the firm. Do you think that that would be just? As my "friend, would you wish to see ' that hai pen?" i "This is a late time. Warren," i Patricia reminded, "for you to be-; be-; g:n talking about Justice and friend-! friend-! s-p Craig and I both tried to "Why Ton You Scoundrel, Sending Her Up There." sending her up there, when I wrote her, when I gave her strict orders" ... He reached for the desk phone. down. We was a bunch of dirty bums." "Yeh," several other men agreed. "Lousy bums!" "If you fellows don't get busy around here. I will think that you're a bunch of lazy bums," Patricia cut their apology short "We've got work to do. instead of eating crow or speaking pieces. We've got to put up a new Rock-Hog Den-a good big one, this time-and some overflow over-flow cabins and a warehouse. I have 40 tons of supplies and clothes and equipment on the ay here from Edmonton, and not a sign of a roof to store them under. We ve got to send out a party to drain that pitchblende lake so's we can telk justice ana iriencuiiicai all win.er. and you sneered at us and went cruelly ahead with your own selfish plans. Now you're ask-irz ask-irz me to help you out at the expense ex-pense of these 300 Resurrection men. I can't do that. Warren. It would be a betrayal. 'As for your going back empty-handed, empty-handed, I thought of that I sug-gested-and Craig readily eei-toat eei-toat you can keep the Kessler hill lode Phil Kessler was a traitor to us ana we wouldn't want him to recover that property. That mine will repay you for all your expenses and yield you. besides, an eventual pro J of almost a million dollars. That's a lot more than you really "I'll have her pitched out" Craig put his hand on the telephone. tele-phone. "Just a minute. You won't have anybody pitched out Your strict orders' don't cut any ice with me. Patricia has a right to visit her home, and you're not going go-ing to trample on her right This visit home is my wedding present to her, and you won't break it up " , "I'll be damned if I don't " "You'll surely be damned then, for she's going to stay there, and furthermore she's going to visit her home whenever she wants to; and I'll tell you why." . . . As the storm broke, Russell Parkes stole into his own office, to escape it; but he left the door JDetier, girl. X wuu b uc aiwajo calling you a butterfly, and you won't be always slapping me, as we did then." From across the hotel court came a radio song. It was too indistinct for Patricia to hear the words, but the lilt of it was like the lilt of another song which she once had heard; and her lips began fitting the words of that other song to the music of this one: Oh, p'tite Oiselet, in the Strong-Woods, Strong-Woods, Your foot is caught in the snare in visible. In the cruel babische . . . THE END . 1 begin operations mere m a""-.---That's just a few samples of what s . cut out for us." When they had gone Patricia pulled her table beside the window and started writing a wireless message mes-sage to Craig, a word of love and encouragement, a word about her successful deal with Warren. As she wrote, as she pictured Craig ly-Lg ly-Lg sick and lonely in far-away ) Edmonton, Ed-monton, she was shaken with long-to long-to drop all her work and fly him. But she fought the longmg down. Resurrection was her job. STcraig came back and took hold again. eeP within her bo- of her des- -Hew' about Tarlton's "dium lake-do I have to surrender that t0"You don't own Craig's radium lake. Warren," Patricia informed. "You merely think you do. "W-h-a-t? Don't own it? Why-why. Why-why. I've got the papers to it; I paid him a quarter-mulion-I Pa-ricia interrupted. "Warren. ! Craig told you explicitly, that eve-SSin eve-SSin the'Den office, that if dealt square with him he d deal square with you. He warned you twice that if you tried to cheat or use any dishonest weapon, you d be the loser. Well, you di che at . wvou had him Kia S in Edmonton, and they could on to Chicago together. The 1 l f never seeing her mother thndUfran es Igain was unbearable To all her other sacrifices she had To an nei t Qne; and acquiesced but not i hek"eTo t Vethe realized that qUie u !ps of ever visiting her darkness. worse mou "'- t vou naped. And worse than that-you intended to let Lupe murder him In consequence you don't own that lake at ell." t . n Warren merely stared at her, too dumiounded to speak. Patricia explained, ex-plained, quietly: "Before Craig and on cme back from their prospecting rip. Warren, they staked two Ukes. twm lakes. One of them has the PtchJ blende deposit in it; the other has water. Craig had two sets o. claim naoers The set that he signed over toyoucveredthelakeWitht 3" te"-" hodilv from his chair t outer office of weuu.B'"". In, & lovett a whisper flew Parkf ,h3t July morning: "Craig farUon nerel Patricia Welling- t0n'S ""fody'stoPPed work. Through EV6,r y nanels It doors and win-the win-the glass panels " SUrrepti- d0W3, eaVterthe1ayil rangy man who mfdowJ L corridor, limping a t?e in spite ' stood at In;h6k oMhe e phonaegsecretar?, S'ff hSh ughty . Pauic. n:a nad outw tted as he saw how Craig hao on him. In aU his We he had never been so smashingly done in. irSrs forPthat-for(a damned mud pond." He snarled. Arid U ton-he calls himself honestl That s a plain swindle." w "Then you're the windier. War ren. You swindled yourself . Craig's firm intention, il you square with him, to give yo bona-fide papers. H you had" t k naped him, framed these |