They turned away from each other and gazed in opposite directions. He

was wondering, as he had through many agonized hours, just what motive

was influencing Alma Marston in those later days. With all his soul

he wanted to question Polly Candage--to get the light of her woman's

instinct on his troubled affairs; but the nature of the secret he was

hiding put effective stopper on his tongue.

"Under those circumstances, no matter what kind of a sacrifice she has

made for you, you ought to accept it, Boyd."

"I want to accept it; every impulse in me says to go in and grab. Polly,

hell-fire is blazing inside of me. I want to tear them down--the whole

of them. I do! You needn't jump! But if I use those papers which that

girl has stolen from her father I'll be a dirty whelp. You know it, and

I know it! Suppose you should tell me some secret about your own father

so I could use it to cheat him out of his share of our partnership? You

might mean all right, but after I had used it you would hate me! Now

wouldn't you?"

"Perhaps--probably I wouldn't hate you," she stammered. "But I'd think

more of you if you--yes, I'm sure I'd think more of you if you didn't

take advantage of my foolishness."

"That's it, exactly! Any man, if I told him about this situation, would

say that I'm a fool not to use every tool I can get hold of. But

you understand better! I'm glad I came to talk with you. I have been

dreadfully tempted. Your advice is keeping me straight!"

"I have not advised you, Boyd!"

"You don't need to use words! It's your instinct telling me what is

right to do. You wouldn't think it was a square deal for me to use these

papers, would you?"

"If you love her so much that you're willing to sacrifice yourself and

your work and--"

"Say it, Polly! I'm sacrificing your father, too! It's for a notion--not

much else!"

"No, it must be because you love her so much. You are afraid she will

think less of you if you take advantage of her. I think your stand is

noble, Boyd!"

"I don't! I think it's infernal foolishness, and I wish the Mayo breed

didn't have so much of that cursed stiff-necked conscience! Our family

wouldn't be where it is to-day." He spoke with so much heat that she

turned-wondering eyes on him.




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