The Redemption Of Kenneth Galt

the lawn. The old gentleman had been urging Margaret to go to the piano in the big parlor and sing for them, but she had persistently declined. Since Fred Walton's leaving, despite her eviden

, came briskly down the street, and turned into the adjoining grounds through the gateway to the gravelled drive, and

tly of it, my boy, but as sure as fate we are going to put that big trunk-line through-or, rather, Galt is. He thinks it is in good shape, and that is encouragem

lients, and he is not afraid to back up his ideas with money; that is what makes a successful speculator. He will pu

out to pass, the General stood up and waved his handkerchief. The carriage paused at t

train," he informed them, as he bowed to

he more tenaciously the higher he climbed. When approached for legal or financial advice his face was as immovable as granite, and when he gave an opinion it always had weight, for he was apt to be right. He was considered a man of wonderful ability and power among men. He couldn't have been a successful politician, for he could never have sufficiently lowered himself to the level of the common people, so it was fortunate for him that his ambition associated him with another and a more lucrative class. He was interesting as any human enigma could be which showed outward signs of hidden depth and strength. For an or

, "and I hope the parties will not only be t

his policy to speak of business matters in any social group. "I happened to have the

t was all right, but I want to keep all my pap

he turned the document over to its owner, and

mile. "You are a fortunate man, Mr. Galt. My uncle doesn't

siness side of me," Galt said, ceasi

John lashing the air with hi

don't want to be the cause of your missing that appointment. Get

e languidly. "There are som

wide brick walk. Dear-ing heard his uncle chuckling as the old man peered through th

for it, but as sure as you and I are alive, that pair will som

overed a new toy. "They can't help it. He is much older than she is, but it would be an ideal match. The fellow is actually a great man.

be years before Madge forgets Fred Walton, and if he should take a notion to come back,

come back?" the old man said, with a t

t, whatever it was, would keep him from

r reason than that he might let out some hint of the situation, but he never said a word. A big change has certainly come over him. His

, and would tell it, but it seem

be known, I guess

them she paused and stood looking down. Just then a loud, strident voice reached them from the side of the house. It was from Mrs. Chumley, who had brought th

ere at the girl's elbow, and heard Mrs. Barry accuse her of it. Dora admitted her ruin, and laid it to Fred Wa

emost in their minds. There was no doubt that she had heard, for sh

there," Mrs. Chumley said, as she walked on; "but

he old man ejaculated. "To think

wly coming toward them. The grass she trod was wet with dew, and ordinarily she would have realized it, and lifted her skirt, but she now move

the minuet with you now, Uncle Tom. I gave Mr. Galt a prett

m of her brother went round her, and her head sank upon his shoulder. His face

ion of rousing her. "She is all right. Wake up, Madge! I'll slap your jaws, old gir

Margaret raised her head, and drew herself qu

o-night, dear. Uncle Tom wouldn't listen, anyway. He's simply daft about the new railroad, and couldn't hold his tongu

er brother stood at the door peering after her till she was out of sight; then he went back to his chair, and sank into it. The

le Dora, with her wonderful ideals! And he could deliberately desert her! He could look another man in

n he saw a solitary light in Mrs. Barry's cottage. It was from the window of Dora's room, and for an hour he