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THE LEXINGTON LEADER
North of Fifty-Three
BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
(Copyright: Little, Brown & Co.)
CHAPTER XV—Continued.
—14—
Ho rolled away In his cur. and Hazel
watched him from the window, a trifle
ipttzzled. She recalled Bill's remark
at luncheon. In the light of Brooks*
explanation, she could see nothing
wrong. On the other hand, she knew
Bill Wagstaff was not prone to jump
at rash conclusions. If he objected to
pertain manipulations of the Free Gold
Mining company, his objection was
'likely to be based on substantial
grounds. At any rate, she hoped noth-
ing disagreeable would come of it.
So she put the whole matter out of
*ier mind. She dressed, and went
•whole-heartedly about her own affairs.
Dinner time was drawing close when
she returned home. She sat down by
ft window that overlooked the street
*o watch for Bill.. Six passed. The
half-hour chime struck on the mantel
clock. Hazel grew Impatient, petu-
lant, aggrieved. Dinner would be
served in twenty minutes. Still there
was no sign of him. And for lack of
other occupation she went into the hall
iind got the evening paper, which the
carrier had just delivered.
A startling headline on the front
ipage stiffened her to scandalized atten-
tion. Straight across the tops of two
.columns it ran, a facetious caption:
WILLIAM WAQSTAFF IS A BEAK
Under that the subhead:
sHusky Mining: Man Tumbles Prices and
Brokers. Whips Four Men In Broad
Street Office. Slugs Another on
Change. His Mighty Fists Sub-
due Society's Finest. Finally
Lands in Jail.
The body of the article Hazel read
<n what a sob sister would describe
as a state of mingled emotions.
William WagstafT Is a mining gentleman
from the northern wilds of British Colum-
bia. lie is a big man. a natural-born
fighter. To prove this he inflicted a black
eye and a split Up on Paul Lorimer, a
broken nose and sundry bruises on James
L. Brooks. Also Allen T. Bray and Ed-
ward Qurney Parkinson suffered certain
•contusions in the melee. The fracas oc-
curred in the office of the Free Gold Min-
ing Company, 1664 Broad street, at 3:30
this afternoon. While hammering the
brokers a police officer arrived on the
scene and WagstafT was duly escorted to
the city bastlle. Prior to the general en-
counter In the Broad street office Wag-
staff walked into the Stock Exchange, and
made statements about the Free Gold Min-
ing Company which set all the brokers by
the ears. I-orlmer was on the floor, and
.received his discolored optic there.
A reporter was present when WagstafT
walked on the floor of the Stock Ex-
change. He strode up to the post where
Lorimer was transacting business.
"I serve notice on you right now," he
aaid loudly and angrily, "that if you sell
• another dollar's worth of Free Gold stock.
I'll put you out of business."
I^orlmcr appeared to lose his temper.
Some word was passed which further In-
censed Wagstaff. He smote the broker
and the broker smote the floor. Wag-
staff's punch would do credit to a cham-
pion pugilist, from the execution It
wrought. He immediately left the Stock
Exchange, and not long afterward Broad
street was electrified by sounds of combat
In the Free Gold office. It Is conceded
that Wagstaff had the situation and his
three opponents well in hand when the
•cop arrived.
None of the men concerned would dis-
cuss the matter. From the remarks drop-
ped bv Wagstaff. however, it appears that
the policy of marketing Free Gold stock
was inaugurated without his knowledge or
■consent.
Be that as it may, all sorts of rumors
are In circulation, and Free Gold stock,
which has been sold during the past week
as high as a dollar forty, found few tak-
ers at par when Change closed. There
2ias been a considerable speculative move-
ment In the stock, and the speculators
are beginning to wonder if there is a
screw loose in the company affairs.
Wagstaff's case will come up tomorrow
forenoon. A charge of disturbing the
ipeace was placed against him. He gave
.a cash bond and was at once released.
When the hearing comes some of the
parties to the affair may perchance di-
vulge what lay at the bottom of the row.
• Any flno within the power of the court
to Impose Is a mere bagatelle, compared
to the distinction of scientifically man-
handling four of society's finest In one
Afternoon. As one bystander remarked in
the classic phraseology of the street:
"Wagstaff's A bear!"
The brokers concerned might consider
this to have a double meaning.
Hazel dropped the paper, mortified
und wrathfrrt. The city Jail seemed
the very Pit itself to her. And the
lurid publicity, the lifted eyebrows of
her {(lends, maddened her In prospect.
Plain street brawling, such as one
miclit expect from a cnbman or a taxi
tnahout, not from a man like her hus-
band. She involuntarily assigned the
hlame to him. Not for the cause—the
cause was of no importance whatever
to her—but for the act itself. Their
hest friends! She could hardly realize
It. Jlmmie Brooks, jovial Jlmmle, with
a broken nose and sundry bruises I
And Paul Lorimer, distinguished Paul,
who had the courtly bearing which
was the despair of his fellows, and the
manner of a dozen generations of cul-
ture wherewith to charm the women
of his acquaintance, lie with a black
eye and a split llpl So the paper
stated. It was vulgar. Brutal I Tho
act of a cave man.
She was on the verge of tears.
And just at that moment the door
Opened, and in walked Bill.
ventlonal scars of a rough-and-tumble
fight. For a moment Hazel found her-
self believing the Herald story a pure
canard. But as he walked across the
room her searching gaze discovered
that the knuckles of both his hands
were bruised and bloody, the skin bro-
ken. She picked up the paper.
"Is this true?" she asked tremulous-
ly. pointing to the offending headlines.
"Substantially correct," he answered
coolly.
"Bill, how could you?" she cried.
"It's simply disgraceful. Brawling In
public like any saloon loafer, and get-
ting in Jail and all. Haven't you any
consideration for me—any pride?"
"Yes," he said deliberately. "I have.
Pride in my word as a man. A sort
of pride that won't allow any bunch
of lily-fingered crooks to make me a
party to any dirty deal. I don't pro-
pose to get the worst of it in that way.
I won't allow myself to be tarred with
their stick."
"But they're not trying to give you
the worst of it," she burst out. Visions
of utter humiliation arose to confront
and mndden her. "You've insulted and
abused our best friends—to say noth-
ing of giving us all the benefit of news-
paper scandal. We'll be notorious I"
"Best friends? God save the mark I"
he snorted contemptuously. "Our best
friends, as you please to call them, are
crooks, thieves and liars. They're rot-
ten. They stink with their moral rot-
tenness. And they have the gall to
call it good business."
"Just because their business meth-
ods don't agree iHth your peculiar
ideas is no reason why you should call
names," she flared. "Mr. Brooks called
just after you left at noon. He told
me something about this, and assured
me that you wouid find yourself mis-
taken if you'd only take pains to think
It over. I don't believe such men as
they ore would stoop to anything
crooked."
"So Brooks came around to talk It
over with you, eh?" Bill sneered. "Told
you It was all on the square, did he?
Explained It all very plausibly, I sup-
pose. Probably suggested that you try
smoothing me down, too. It would
be like 'era."
'ne did explain about this stock-
selling business," Hazel replied defen-
sively. "And I can't see why you find
it necessary to make a fuss. I don't
see where the cheating and crooked-
ness conies in. Everybody who buys
stock gets their money's worth, don't
they? But I don't care anything about
your old mining deal. It's this fighting
and quarreling with people who are
not used to that sort of brute action—
and the horrid things they'll say and
think about us."
"About you, you mean—as the wife
of §uch a boor—that's what's rubbing
you raw," Bill flun& out passionately.
"You're acquiring the class psychology
good and fast. Did you ever think of
anybody but yourself? The petty-
lnrceny Incident of my knocking down
two or three men and being under ar-
rest as much as thirty minutes looms
up before you as the utter depths of
disgrace. Disgrace to you! It's all
you—you I How do you suppose it
strikes me to have my wife take sides
against me on snap judgment like
that? It shows a heap of faith and
trust and loyalty, doesn't It? Oh, it
makes me real proud and glad of my
mate. It does."
"If you'd explain," Hazel began hes-
itatingly. She was thoroughly startled
at the smoldering wrath that flared out
in this speech of his.
'Til explain nothing," Bill flashed
stormily. '^fJot at this stage of the
game. I'm through explaining. I'm
going to net. I refuse to be raked over
CHAPTER XVI.
The Note Discordant.
Bill had divested himself of the
scowl. He smiled as a man who had
solved some knotty problem to his en-
tire satisfaction. Moreover, he bore
no murk of conflict, none of the con-
\
"I Won't Go Back to Pine River or the
Klappan. I Won't, I Tell You!''
the coals like a naughty child, and
then asked to tell why I did It I'm
right, and when I know I'm right I'll
go the limit. I'm going to take the
kinks out of this Free Gold deal Inside
of forty-eight hours. Then I'm through
with Granville. Hereafter I Intend to
fight shy of a breed of dogs who lose
every sense of square dealing when
there Is a bunch of money In sight. I
shall be ready to leave here within a
week. And I want you to be ready,
too."
"I won't," she cried, on the verge of
hysterics. "I won't go back to that
cursed silence and loneliness. You
inside this trouble here, not I. I won't
go back to Pine river, or the Klappan.
I won't, I tell you I"
Bill stared at her moodily for a sec-
ond.
"Just as you please," he said quietly.
He walked Into the spare bedroom.
Hazel heard the door*close gently be-
hind him, heard the soft click of a
well-oiled lock. Then she slumped,
gasping, in the wide-armed chair by
the window, and the hot tears came In
a blinding flood.
They exchanged only bare civilities
at the breakfast table, and Bill at once
went downtown. When he was gone,
Hazel fidgeted uneasily about the
rooms.
When six o'clock brought Bill home,
she was coldly disapproving of him
and Ills affairs in their entirety, and at
no pains to hide her feelings. He fol-
lowed her into the living room when
the uncomfortable meal—uncomfort-
able by reason of the surcharged at-
mosphere—was at an end.
"Let's get down to bed rock, Hazel,"
he said gently. "Doesn't it seem rather
foolish to let a bundle of outside
troubles set up so much friction be-
tween us two? I don't want to stir
anything up; I don't want to quarrel.
But I can't stand tills coldness and re-
proach from you."
"I don't care to discuss It at all,"
,£he flared up. "I've heard nothing
else all day but this miserable mining
business and your ruffianly method of
settling a dispute. I'd rather not talk
about it."
"But we must talk about It," he per-
sisted patiently. "You can't get to the
bottom of anything without more or
less talk."
"Talk to yourself, then," she retort-
ed ungraciously. And with that she
ran out of the room.
But she had forgotten or underesti-
mated the catlike quickness of her
man. He caught her in the doorway,
and the grip of his fingers on her arm
brought a cry of pain.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to
hurt," he said contritely. "Be a good
girl, Hazel, and let's get our feet on
earth again. Sit down and put your
arm around my neck and be my pal,
like you used to be. We've got no
business nursing any crime. I've only
stood for a square deal. Come on;
bury the hatchet, little person."
"Let me go," she sobbed, struggling
to be free. "I h-hate you I"
"Please, little person. I can't eat
humble pie more than once or twice."
"Let me go," she panted. "I don't
want you to touch me."
"Listen to me," he said sternly.
"I've stood about all of your nonsense
I'm able to stand. I've had to fight a
pack of business wolves to keep them
from picking my carcass, and, what's
more important to me, to keep them
from handing a raw deal to five men
who wallowed through snow and frost
and all kinds of hardship to make
these sharks a fortune. I've got down
to their level and fought them with
their own weapons—and the thing is
settled. I said last night I'd be
through here inside a week. I'm
through now—through here. I have
business in the Klappan; to complete
this thing I've set my hand to. Then
I'm going to the ranch and try to get
the bad taste out of my mouth. I'm
going tomorrow. I've no desire or In-
tention to coerce you. You're my wife,
and your place Is with me, if you care
anything about me. And I want you.
You know that, don't you? I wouldn't
be begging you like this if I didn't.
I haven't changed, nor had my eyes
dazzled by any false gods. But it's
up to you. I don't bluff. I'm going,
and If I have to go without you I
won't come back. Think it over, and
just nsk yourself honestly if It's worth
while." .
He drew her up close to him and
kissed her on one anger-flushsd cheek,
and then, as he had done the night be-
fore, walked straight away to the bed-
room and closed the door behind him.
Hazel slept little that night. A hor-
rid weight seemed to rest suffocating-
ly upon her. More than once she had
an Impulse to creep In there where
Bill lay and forget It all In the sweep
of that strong arm. But she choked
back the Impulse angrily. She would
not forgive him. He had made her
suffer. For his high-handedness she
would make him suffer in kind. At
least, she would not crawl to him beg-
ging forgiveness.
When sunrise laid a yellow beam,
all full of dancing notes, across her
bed, she heard Bill stir, heard him
moving about the apartment with rest-
less steps. After a time she also
heard the unmistakable sound of a
trunk lid thrown back, and the move-
ments of him as he gathered his
clothes—so she surmised. But she did
not rise till the maid rapped on her
door with the eight o'cloct'. salutation:
"Breakfast, ma'am."
They made a pretense of eating.
Hazel sought a chair In the living
room. A book lay open In her lap.
But the print ran Into blurred lines.
She could not follow the sense of the
words. An Incessant turmoil of
thought harassed her. Bill passed
through the room once or twice. De-
terminedly she ignored him. The final
snnp of the lock on his trunk came
to her at last, the bumping sounds of
Its passage to the hall. Then a burly
expressman shouldered It Into his
wagon and drove away.
A few minutes after that BUI came
In and took a seat facing her.
"What are you going to do, Hazel?"
he asked soberly.
"Nothing," she curtly replied.
"Are you going to sit down and fold
your hands and let our air castles come
tumbling about our ears, without mak-
ing the least effort to prevent?" he
continued gently. "Seems to me that's
not like you at all. I never thought
you were a quitter."
"I'm not a quitter," she flung back
resentfully. "I refuse to be brow-
beaten, that's all. There appears to
be only one choice—to follow you like
a lamb. And I'm not lamblike. I'd
say that you are the quitter. Tou
have stirred up all this trouble here
between us. Now you're running awny
from It. That's how It looks to me.
Go en! I can get along."
"I dare say you can," he comment-
ed wearily. "Most of us can muddle
along somehow, no matter what bnp-
pens. But It seems n pity, little per-
son. We had alt the clmnce in the
world. You've developed an abnormal
streak lately. If you'd just break
away and come back with me. You
don't know what good medicine those
old woods are. Won't you try It a
while?"
"I ntn not by nature fitted to lead
the hermit existence," she returned
sarcastically.
Anil even while her lips were titter-
ing these various unwerthy little bit-
ternesses she inwardly wondered at
her own words. It was not what she
Standing With His Hand on the Knob,
He Turned.
would have said, not at all what she
was half minded to say. But a devil
of pervereeness spurred her. She was
full of protest against everything.
"I wish we'd had a baby," Bill mur-
mured softly. "You'd be different.
You'd have something to live for be-
sides this frothy, neurotic existence
that has poisoned you against the
good, clean, healthy way of life. I
wish we'd had a kiddle. We'd have
a fighting chance for happiness now;
something to keep us sane, something
outside of our own ego to influence
us.
"Thank God there isn't one I" she
muttered.
"Ah, well," Bill sighed, "I guess
there is no use. I guess we can't get
together on anything. There doesn't
seem to be any give-and-take between
us any longer."
He rose and walked to the door.
With his hand on the knob, he turned.
"I have fixed things at the bank for
you," he said abruptly.
Then he walked out, without wait-
ing for an answer.
She heard the soft whir of the ele-
vator. A minute later she saw him on
the sidewalk. He hud an overcoat on
his arm, a suitcase in his hand. She
saw him lift a finger to halt a pass-
ing car.
It seemed incredible that he should
go like that. Surely he would come
back at noon or at dinner time. She
had always felt that under his gentle-
ness there was iron. But deep in her
heart she had never believed him so
implacable of purpose where she was
concerned.
She wnited wearily, stirring with
nervous restlessness from room to
room.
Luncheon passed. The afternoon
dragged by to a close. Dusk fell.
And when the night wrapped Gran-
ville in Its velvet mantle, and the street
lights blinked away in shining rows,
she cowered, sobbing, in the big chair
by the window.
He was gone.
Gone, without even saying good-by I
CHAPTER XVII.
A Letter From Bill.
All through the long night she lay
awake, struggling with the incredible
fact that Bill hud left her; trying to
absolve herself from blame; flaring up
In anger at his unyielding attitude,
even while she was sorely conscious
that she herself hud been stubbornly
unyielding. If he hud truly loved her,
she reiterated, he would never huve
made It an Issue betweea them. But
that was like a man—to Insist on his
own desires being made puruniount;
to blunder on headlong, no matter
what antagonisms he aroused. And
he was completely in the wrong, she
reasserted.
She recapitulated It all. Through
the winter he had consistently wiih-
drawn Into his shell. For her friends
and for most of her pleasures he had
at best exhibited only tolerance. And
he had ended by outraging both them
and her, and on top of that demanded
that she turn her back at twenty-four
hours' notice, on Granville and all Its
associations and follow him Into a wil-
derness .that she dreaded. She had
full right to her resentment As his
partner In the chancy enterprise of
marriage were not her feelings and de-
sires entitled to equal consideration?
He had assumed the role of dictator.
And she had revolted. That was alL
She was justified.
Eventually she slept At ten o'clock, j
heavy-eyed, suffering an Intolerable
headache, she rose and dressed.
Beside her plate lay a thick letter j
addressed In Bill's handwriting. She ;
drank her coffee and went back to the
bedroom before she opened the en-
velope. By the postmark she saw
hint It had been mailed on a train.
"Dear Qlrl: I have caught my
breath, so to speak, but I doubt If ever
a more forlorn cuss listened to the
Interminable clicking of car wheels, j
I am tempted at each station to turn I
back and try again. It seems so un-
real, this parting In hot anger, so mis-
erably unnecessary. But when I stop
to sum It up again, I see no use la
another appeal. I could come buck—
yes. Only the certain knowledge that
giving in like that would send us spin-
ning once more in a vicious circle pre- (
vents me. 1 didn't believe It possible \
that we could set so fur apart Nor
tlint a succession of little things could
cut so weighty a figure in our lives.
And perhaps you are very sore and
resentful at me this morning for be-
ing so precipitate.
"I couldn't help It, Hazel. It seemed
the only way. It seems so yet to me. j
There was nothing more to keep me
in Granville—everything to make me
hurry away. If I had weakened and
temporized with you It would only [
mean the deferring of Just what has !
happened. When you declared your- J
self flatly and repeatedly It seemed
hopeless to argue further. I am a poor
pleader, perhaps; and I do not believe (
in compulsion between us. Whatever j
you do you must do of your own voli-
tion, without pressure from me. We
couldn't be happy otherwise. If 1
compelled you to follow me against
your desire we should only drug mis-
ery in our train.
"I couldn't even say good-by. I
didn't even want it to be good-by. I
didn't know if I could stick to my
determination to go unless I went as
I did. And my reason told me that If
there must be a break it would better
come now than after long-drawn-out
bickerings and bitterness. If we are
so diametrically opposed where we
thought we stood together we have ;
made a mistake that no amount of ad-
Justing, nothing but separate roads,
will rectify. Myself 1 refuse to h I
lieve that we have made such a mis-
take. I don't think that honestly and
deliberately you prefer an exotic, use-
less, purposeless, parasitic existence
to the normal, wholesome life we hap-
pily planned. But you are obsessed,
Intoxicated—I can't put It any better
—and nothing but a shock will sooer
you. If I'm wrong. If love and Bill's j
companionship can't lure you away
from these other things—why, I sup-
pose you will consider it an ended
chapter. In that case you will not
suffer. The situation as it stands will
be a relief to you. If, on the other
hand, It's merely a stubborn streak,
that won't let you admit that you'v<
carried your proud little head on an
overstlff neck, do you think it's worth
the price? I don't.
"I'm not scolding, tittle person. I'm
sick and sore at the pass we've come
to. No fool pride cau close my eyes
to the fact or keep me from admitting !
freely that I love you just as much
and want you as longingly as I did
the day I put you aboard the Stanley
D. at Bellu Coola. I thought you were
stepping gladly out of my life then.
And I let you go freely and without
anything but a dumb protest against
fate, because It was your wish. I can
step out of your life again—if it la
your wish. But 1 can't Imprison my-
self In your cities. I'm neither an 1
idler nor can I become a legalized buc-
caneer. I have nothing but contempt ;
for those who are. Mind you, this le
not so sweeping a statement as 11
sounds. No one has a keener appre-
ciation of what civilization means than
I. Out of it has arisen culture nnd
knowledge, much of what should make
the world a better place for us all. But
somehow this doesn't apply to the
mass, and particularly not to the cir-
cles we invnded in Granville. With
here nnd there a solitary exception
that class Is hopeless In Its smug self ,
satisfaction—Its narrowness of out-
look, and unblushing exploitation of
the less fortunate, repels me.
"And to dabble my hands In theli
muck, to settle down and live my life
according to their bourgeois standards
to have grossness of soft flesh replace
able sinews, to submerge mentality In !
favor of a specious craftiness of mind
which passes In the 'city' for brains '
—well, I'm on the road. And, oh, girl, j
girl, I wish you were with me.
"I must explain tills mining den!— :
that phase of It which sent me on the ,
rampage In Granville. I should have \
done so before, should have Insisted j
on making It clear to you. The other j
side bad been presented to you rather j
clever.'y at the right time. And your !
ready acceptance of it angered me be- j
yond bounds. You were prejudiced. |
It stirred me to a perfect fury to think !
you couldn't be absolutely loyal to j
your pal. When you took that position j
I simply couldn't attempt explana- |
tlons. Do you think I'd ever have tak- j
en the other fellow's side against you,
right or wrong?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Little, Ed F. The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 49, Ed. 1 Friday, August 16, 1918, newspaper, August 16, 1918; Lexington, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110842/m1/3/?rotate=270: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.