The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-03-27

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mo, no thanhs! ri do something more"
family Of the dead and others as be
hurt. I been pointed to take up purse
for poor fellows injured. We all take
hand int. My brother be one lose his
two eyes"
n tear actually rolled down the
grimy check of the big fellow and
',oppel into the coal dust at his feet.
Mr.. Hardy realized that he was look
ing at brother man. He choked
down a sob and putting his hand in his
and poured it into the Danes hand
Then. seeing that it was only 81 or s.,
he pulled out his purse and emptied
that of it's bills. while Burns, the fore
man, and all the men looked on in stu
peGed wonder.
mo, no thanks! I'll do something
more
Mr.. Hardy walked away, feeling as
if the ground were. heavy under him.
What was all his money compared
with that life which had been sacrific-
ed in that gas poisoned sepulcher? He
could not Danish from his mind the pie
ture of that face as it looked to him
when he drew back the sheet and look
ed at it.
He hurried back to the office through
the yard and sat down at the well
worn desk. The mail had come in, and
half a dozen letters lay there. What
did it all amount to. this grind of bust
ness, when the leartache of the world
called for so much sympathy? Then
over him came the sense of his obliga-
tons to his family-Clara's need of II
fathers help. George going to the bad.
Alice in need of sympathy, his wife
weeping even now at home, the church
and Sunday school where he had been
of SO little use. the family of Scoville
to be provided for, the other injured
men to be visited. Improvements for
the welfare of the men in the shops to
be looked aftef and the routine of his
business-all these things crowded in
upon him. and still he saw the face and
heard the voice of Eternity. Seven
days more to live!
He sank into Il reverie for moment.
He was reused by the sounding of the
noon whistle. What. noon already? So
swiftly had the time gone! He turned
to his desk. bewildered. and picked up
ly and then gave directions for the an
swers of some of them to his impatient
saerk. who had been wondering at his
employers strange behavior this morn
ing. Among the letters was one which
made his cheek burn with self re-
proach. 1t was an invitation to club
dinner to be given that evening in hon
or of some visiting railroad president
1t was just such an occasion as he
had enjoyed very many times before.
| and the recollection brought to mind
the number of times he had gone away
from his home and left his wife sitting
| drearily by the fire. How could he
have done it? He tossed the gilded in
vitation fiercely into the wastebasket
| and. rising. walked his room, thinking,
| thinking. He had so much to do and
SO little time to do it in! He thought
thus a moment, then went out and
walked rapidly over to the hotel where
he was in the habit of getting lunch
when he did not go lone. He ate a
| little hurriedly and then fastened out.
AS he was going out upon the side
walk two young men came in and jos
! tied against him. They were smoking
and talking in loud tone. Mr.. Hardy
| caught the sound, of his own name. He
| looked at the speaker. and it was the
face of the young man he had seen In
his dream, the one WHO had insulted
George and struck him afterward. For
moment Mr.. Hardy was tempted to
confront the youth and inquire. into his
sons habits. IL
NO." he said to himself after a
pause; 81 will have a good talk with
George himself That will be the
best"
1 He hurried back to the office and ar.
ranged some necessary work for his
clerk, took walk through the Other
Office. then went to the telephone and
called up the superintendent of the
ouHuly SCHOOL. WHO was IL DOOkReepel
in a clothing house. He felt an intense
desire to arrange for an interview will
him as soon as possible Word came
back from the house that the superin
tendent had been called out Of town by
serious illness in his old home and
would not be back until Saturday. Mi
Hardy felt disappointment more
keen than the occasion seemed to war
rant. He was conscious that the time
was very brief. He had fully made VI
his mind that so far as In him lay ht
would redeem his selfish past arr,
make week such as few men ey,
made. He was Just beginning TO real
lie that circumstances are not always
In our control. We are obliged to wait
for time to do some things. We caruct
redeem seven years of selfishness Will
seven days Of self denial. The duatl
of Scoville revealed to Mr. Hardy his
pawcrlcss,;afs in ...ss face g .esss