CHAPTER XI.
THE GIRL BRIDE'S REBELLION.
For a week after the receipt of the ominous telegram from Pasco, Arthur Ferris sat, a gloomy tyrant, in the offices of the Western Trading Company.

There were dark circles around the young lawyer's eyes, and his restless mind gnawed upon itself in an intolerable agony.
Left alone by Senator Dunham's departure, the open aversion of the company's officials had astounded him.
Even Robert Wade, so cringing before the death of Worthington, had received his reinstatement in a sullen silence.

"Do I understand that you wish me to be responsible for the daily conduct of the company's affairs ?" gravely said Wade.

"Then you must restore all the officials or I will not act! Every one knows, sir, that your power of attorney from the late Mr.

Worthington became valueless at his death." Ferris, with fear and trembling, awaited the extraordinary meeting of the Board of Directors called to meet the exigencies of the demise of Worthington and the great robbery.