Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 13, 1925 — page 112: what you’re looking at

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By THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS Author of ‘‘ Where All Trails End,’’ ‘‘ Sea Change,”’ etc. CHAPTER XV. SELF-CONTROL. ULES continued mercilessly; and Lem J Stalvart listened as one spellbound, Jules did not spare any one concerned except Marcel Griffou. He made a sorry figure even of himself, and of the boss a thing to blush for, and of Dora Harlow a thing not to be named. He was in a white heat of scorn and anger. His con- demnation of Jeff’s character and behavior was the most virulent and oft-repeated, but not once did he deal with the son without sinking a few pitiless shafts in the father. Jules told all that he knew, the whole story of the lying and dissembling that had been going on ever since their arrival on Porcupine Brook. He told about Marcel and her love for and faith in Jeff, of her journey from Quebec, of her sojourn at the bushy farm, and of her expedition through the dark woods to tell him, Jules, of Jeff’s capture and incarceration. “ Zat is the girl you scorned!” he cried. A little later he concluded his astounding and merciless ef- fort thus: ‘“ Look at me—”’ and he prodded his great chest with an inexorable finger. ‘““T was honest. I was a gentleman. But now? Name of a name! J am no better zan my friends, the Stalvarts.” Lem, who had listened in silence, con- tinued silent after the conclusion. He re- sumed his pacing of the floor for a minute or two, then went to bed. Jules heard him climbing the stairs laboriously and uncer- tainly, like a very old man or a toper, But Jules did not care. He thought of Mar- cel Griffou and was glad of the things he had said. Next morning Lem asked Jules what the girl intended to do. ‘She goes back to her parents to-day,” Jules told him. This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for May 30. 534 (C(O) nn) (C 6)(0)©) S