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La : #3 fos 5 By Henry Bellaman . CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - ONE DAY in a kind of despera"tion he went to see Peyton Graves.

‘Peyton had a new office, better fit-| |

ted up than any office 5 town.

Peyton leaned back in his chair.| | to shake] !

‘ He did not rise or offer

hands. “Drake smiled at the surrpundings. “Well, well! You look like a bank president in here, Peyton.” *“Rather better than that, don't ‘you think?” “Well, maybe.” |

“What can I do for you

«getting along, Peyte. Are you busy?” “Pretty busy, Drake, Jusy now.” “Well, I'll come again.” “You've had a lot of bad luck, haven't you?” |

“Yeh. Pretty bad. Ill get things|

straightened out, though. How's your big proposition coming on?’ “You mean. the West End Crescent?” | “Is. that what you call it?” “I“Yes. ‘Well, pretty fine; ‘Drake; I finally got Macmillan St. George Interested, and he talked old Thurston into it. They are going to let me put it through. Takes money, though.” | . ‘Yeh, I guess so.” : * “Thurston St. George [thinks I ought to build out there myself and make one bang-up plas just to show how it would look.” ; “I see. Sounds right smart, Peyte.” al “# Peyton sighed and moved some . papers suggestively. * bad you “lost your money, Drake. have been a fine you and mie,” “Well, I wa: just going to ask you, “Peyton, if you don't need some q help.” { | ‘Peyton flushed. “ I haven't got a thing fdr you to do.” | © “Well, T just thought—' © “I'm awfully sorry, Drake. Wish +X-did have something.” | | “| “So long; Peyte. Good |luck.” Young Peyton hE house

was the subject of much discussion. . Of course, everybody knew that the Bt.. Georges were. back of Graves, but it did show what enterprising young man could do in Kings Row. There was a boy now came ‘Up from the river-bottom niry. Boi The new house, now being built on the knoll. just above the public school, was a new kind of house & Kings Row. Peyton Graves was ing “whole hog” on it. Mrs. Graves used such unfamiliar terms ‘as master bedroom, dressing rooms, sun parlor, and breakf, room. Kings Row didn’t quite what to make of it, though most of the women read the same magazines Mrs, Graves read. Pog | ~ Each year in this part of the JSountry the January hu. re-

peated a familiar cycle. Hard, bright cold after New Year. Then, in mid-

month a few days—sometimes a lev

week—of warm, springlike airs. Immediately afterward roa

Drake?” | |. ‘Just dropped in to see how you're| |

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Vera? Vera had come to Vienna and played with the Royal Philharmonic. She'd made a real success. Vera had developed amazingly in every way. -Musically, of course, but did Drake rememker what a fun-

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ghe had always been? Well, she was positively glowing. But she hadn’t had! much news of Kings Row either. : » +» + Almost two more years before Parris would return. Almost as long as the tirne he had been absent. And that had seemed an eternity. He had never told anyone how much he missed Parris, not even Randy. He couldn't explain that to anyone. Drake made a wide arc about the lower end of town. He came presently to the railroad and followed it to Fritz Bachman’s place. He fumbled the doorknob with numb fingers. “Give me a drink, Fritz.” “Hey, there, Drake. You go out and rub & piece of ice on your face—you got two frozen spots on your cheeks—end of your nose, too.” Drake stumbled out and reSurnen presently with his face fiery re “All right now, Fritz?” “Yes—the white spots are gone. But I wouldn't sct too close to that fire for a while.” “Where's my drink?” “Better step into the back room, Drake. I bring it.” : ; Drake dropped into a chair at a small table in Fritz’'s back room. He couldn’t think, and he. couldn’

SHERIFF SAM WINTERS finup a cup of coffee and stood . "He walked over to the stove his fingers before puton eather-gnd-wool gloves. ard the back room. got in there, Fritz?”

. “Back room? Oh, it’s that feller.” { $8

do with him, neither. I. ain't

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night”

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. ud He'll freeze, sure as nell”

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for the night so’s he won't git froze somewhere, He’ll be safe till morning.” , “All right, I help you.” The town lockup was only a block or two away, but it was hard to support Drake that. distance. Pritz slipped and puffed. what are we botherin’ for?” “Shut your mouth and hold him up there.” : “All right. An’ the next time he comes in my place, I throw him out.” “You do, and I'll kick you from ‘here to McGowan'’s Crossing, Hold him up, I told you!”

# » o RANDY MONAGHAN’S father opened the door of the kitchen stove and laid several sticks of wood on the coals, It was Sunday morning, and he had had breakfast two hours earlier. But he didn’t really know what to do with himself on Sunday. There was a slow, undecided knock on the door. Mr. Monaghan opened it, first kicking out of the way a piece of rug carpet laid to keep the cold air from coming in the wide crack at the threshold. ““Good morning, Mr. Monaghan.” . “Why, good morning, Drake. Come in, come in.” Mr. Monaghan stared hard at Drake. The boy looked like a tramp. He wasn’t shaved, his hair was tousled, and his shirt was unfastened at the throat. “What's up, Drake?” “I want to talk to you a little

“Hell,

“She’s upstairs.” “I don’t want her to see me this morning, looking like this. I just want to talk to you.” “How about a cup of coffee?” “No, thank you. Sam Winters gave me some coffee.” : “Sam Winters?”

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down with a clatter. “What for?” “I got drunk at Fritz Bachman’s, and Sam Winters

to close up. Sam took me to the calaboose so I ‘wouldn't freeze somewhere.” :

“I want a job, Mr. Monaghan!” ; “Well?” * bs : “Could you get me a job on the railroad?” Nore "The weather-beaten old man looked: at Drake, “You're not strong. eno do the work, son.”

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