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THE WALL OF MONEY
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old weaver had told him of his wandering up to the mansion on the hill and of his seeing Neilan 's young boarder enter the house. Pauline was struck dumb at the news and, in her heart, refused to believe it. There was something to be explained ; some little thing that would clear up the nasty mystery.
Events hurried forward from then on with giant's wings. Archie grew
heart of the girl under his stare and to find it beautiful.
They spoke very little. It was mostly of others. The feel of bighearted people does not come trippingly to the tongue.
It perhaps might have been a matter of Miles Standish and Evangeline, with their hearts both held prisoners, had not the unexpected happened.
Archie Lloyd went quite insane,
NEILAN AND HIS SWEETHEART FEAR THE WORST
rapidly worse, a oroken, pallid figure, with his dull eyes ever set toward the house on the hill. His girl, Mollie, could neither make nor mend him, and begged her sweetheart, Neilan, to help her save her father. And so Neilan took to spending the lone evenings with him in poor comfort.
Wallace was left alone with Pauline. He had never felt deeply, his life had been too smooth, but the sears on his chest from hot ashes and the blows of hard work were welding him into a man with a soul. And the soul in him dimly began to see the
with only the image of Mclnarrie left on his brain-film. The wraith of his boy whispered that he must destroy the man on the hill.
On the night that Neilan left him for an errand of mercy, the old man slipped cautiously out and started a wavering ascent of the hill. He had procured a stick of dynamite in some unaccountable ^vay, and his one thought was to hurl his oppressor into oblivion with it.
He climbed the hill, his long, white hair blinding his elfish eyes, and entered Mclnarrie 's grounds. It was