The weekly examiner., 1901-06-15
"Why? Don't you think the prayer

"Why? Don't you think the prayer was sincere?' Stuart asked.
 Sincere enough. But pshaw! Whats the use? We all know how the strike will end, prayer or no prayer"
 Whats happened to Eric, doctor?
 He never used to be religious. Not that way
 ''Salvation Army" replied the doctor briefly.
 "Oh!' Stuart looked puzzled, but he thought he would have it all out with Eric. There was so much to talk over since they had parted a year ago. So many grave questions had arisen in their lives that needed to be discussed. He was growing anxious as they drove along concerning his father and sister. It was very strange that they had not met him at the Station. But the strike and all might have kept his father. U was different home coming from that of his anticipation.
 The house stood back from the road on the side of the hill. It was hand some brick mansion. surrounded by q dozen immense pines. Stuart lovedsthe
 
 had no recollection of any other home, although he had been born in one of the eastern states. It was in this house that his mother had died when he was 10 years old. He owed his thoughtful, romantic. truthful nature to her. From his father. on the other hand, he had inherited his slow, stubborn, occasional fierce bursting out of passionate feel ings. He thought of all the happy times in the old house where as q boy and later as college man he had en- joyed all the luxuries of wealth and leisure and companionship.
 Suddenly a man drove out of the roadway into which he and the doctor were just turning to go up to the house. Both men pulled up just in time to avoid running into each other.
 "Is that you, pr. SaxonY shouted the man. II was just going for you. Mir. Duncan has been hurt The horses ran away this morning and"-
 Stuart did not wait to hear more. He jumped out of the buggy and at the top of his speed cut through the grounds in front of the house. The doctor ut tered an exclamation, gave his horse one short stroke with the whip and dashed up the driveway like a whirl- wind. At the end of the long veranda he stopped long enough to jump out and let the horse go on to the barn. He met Stuart just leaping up the veranda steps.
 'Now, then, my boy" said the doc tor quietly, filling up the doorway with his large frame and getting directly in front of Stuart, don't get excited. This is my case, not yours"
 'Let me byr' cried Stuart his face almost black with passion, "He is my father! Perhaps he is dying! What right have you to keep in the way?" "Very we'll" The doctor spoke soft ly, almost like child. He stepped aside and began to walk slowly down l the veranda steps. "You have inherit ed the Duncan passion to perfection, but if your father dies through your l nonsensical exercise of it just snow don't blame ne. :, ss-- ----s-s=4s-4 e--- Stuart made one stride and caught | the doctors arm.> "Come backw he said. All his black passion was gone in an instant. ''I will be man like | you. Come! You will perhaps need | my help." The doctor looked keenly at him and | at once turned around and entered the i house with him. The incident would | not mean anything without a knowl | edge of what was at stake on this oc- | casion. But Dr. Saxon had good req 1 son to believe that the life of the son l n this instance was imperiled by the | fearful excitement which at rare inter- | valS broke out in him like a torrent. | To confront the father with him under hose conditions might prove serious 70 them both.
 Within the house servants were rum aing about in confusion. The doctor