cumulating, gathering momentum, finally becomes the irresistible avalanche. So Marcia Feversham, the following morning, gave the first slight impetus to the question that eventually menaced Tisdale

anstein dining-room and hurried out to the waiting limousine, to his surprise he found her in the car. "I am

ver the high nose, gave weight and intensity to anything she said. Her husband, in coaching her for the coming campaign at Washington, had told

to the air; you are looking as brilliant at this outrageous hour as you would on your way to an afternoon at bridge." Then,

asked, "to what do

suggested, and manage to see him frequently; even if I find out what he means to say in those coal reports, when it comes to i

ing a little, yet not without humor, then said: "But you have changed your attitude quickly. Where did you learn so much about him? How can you be so posi

e. I've heard him." She turned and met Feversham's scrutiny with the brilliancy rising in her

e assembly hall. Why, I myself was the last to arrive. Frederic, you remember, had to speed the car a little to get me there. And I looked back from the door and saw you i

of the Esquimau girl at Valdez that we never could get as far as the assembly room. He waited with Elizabeth in the car while we two crept up the stairs. The door was open, and we stood almost screened by that portière of Indian leather, peeping in. Mr. Tisdal

une moment,-when Tisdale was talking. There's something occult about th

Even your gracef

in his seat, laughing. "

t it more neatly had I

er face turned white, and her eyes were wide as stars, and once she gripped the fur of the Kodiak so hard I expected to see it come down. But I know she failed to grasp the vital point of the story. I mean the point vital to her. She doesn't understand enough about law. And

"to be forgotten tomorrow. He has loved her passionately from the day he first met her, four years ago. He can't think of anything else; he never will do anything of credit to the family until she is his wife. And now, with David Weatherbee safely burie

attention. We've been waiting five years. We want them se

ly, on the heels of the first flash, that it was inevitable, if Mr. Tisdale had taken advantage of David Weatherbee's condition-and his own story shows the

m, then a sudden intelligence leaped into his face. "

at the depot, the attorney said: "If the syndicate sends Stuart Foster north to the Iditar

ning his wife's hand, which he continued to shake slowly, while his eyes telegraphed an answer to the question in hers. Then, laughing agai