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"Oh, do not make away with yourself, Mr; Armstrong!" "I I will promise anything you you want me to! Only don't shoot yourself don't!" "Then you accept me?" queried Kendale in a very businesslike manner. "Ye-es if mamma does not object," she answered in a stifling manner. "There must be no ifs," he declared. "You must take me, no matter who objects.
And in that instant Margery sprang from him, darting into the arms of her father, who had leaped over the threshold. "How dare you enter here?" shrieked Kendale, fairly beside himself with baffled rage. The old cashier thrust his daughter behind him and walked up to the foiled villain, gazing him steadily, unflinchingly in the eye.
"I would put an eternal quietus upon my fortunate cousin here, did I not need his assistance in one or two matters concerning the method of running the business, which was known only to old Marsh and himself." "Are you fool enough to think that he will divulge those secrets to you?" said Halloran, impatiently. "They can be forced from him. I know how," returned Kendale, with a brutal laugh.
She little dreamed that the art of making love was an old one to him. Kendale had gone to the Fairfax mansion with the express purpose of proposing marriage that evening, for only that day Mr.
Lester Armstrong was glad from the bottom of his true, honest heart to see him, but his brow clouded over with a troubled expression when he learned that he wanted to borrow five hundred dollars. That amount seemed small, indeed, to the lordly Kendale, but to Lester it meant months of toil and rigid self-denial.
But in less time than it takes to tell it, a strong arm thrust him aside, and a tall form sprang between him and Faynie, while a voice that struck terror to his very soul cried out: "You have come to the end of your rope, Clinton Kendale. You have lost the game, while it was almost in your grasp!" "Great Heaven, is it you, Lester Armstrong!" cried the guilty villain, fairly quivering with terror.
Kendale was clever and quick of resource. He realized that there must be sudden action on his part. Should he fly headlong from the place and give up all? Then a remembrance of the yacht and the horses came to him, and he set his teeth hard together. "I will see this game through, come what may," he muttered.
The papers which contained the account gave another bit of unfortunate information, stating that Lester Armstrong had suffered from loss of memory since he had received the fall on that fatal night. "Well," said Halloran, as his friend laid down the paper, "you see, the game's up." "By no means," exclaimed Kendale, perfectly sober by this time.
Suddenly the key turned in the lock, the door swung open and Kendale entered, bearing a lighted candle in his hand.
I have lost the Marsh millions, but you are checkmated, Lester Armstrong. I have the Fairfax fortune, and your Faynie!" "Don't delude yourself into believing so prettily an arranged scheme," exclaimed a voice from the doorway, and a woman whom Kendale had not noticed among the crowd before glided hastily forward, threw back her veil, confronting the villain.
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