voice; perhaps he had "banked" upon
that third nut more than he admitted.

"So the money is hung up for the next
dozen years, as far's any benefit to the
invention is concerned," he went on presently,
just before his own home was
reached. "I'd better be putting my time
into something else, I guess," with a raw
scrape in the tones. "How--how about
a machine for the manufacture of paper
clothing, eh, or airdrawn rugs--" sarcastically--"prosperity,
&riches^, in that!
Ha! Get thee behind me, Satan--but
don't push!" added the inventor whimsically,
thrusting his head out of the auto
window,--with a sound that was neither
laugh nor groan.

"Get thee behind me, Satan--and don't
push!"

Tears sprang to those blue eyes of Pemrose
now, as she recalled the half-piteous
tone in the voice.

Toandoah was discouraged. Toandoah
was tempted--tempted to sacrifice the
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