Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1902-11-19

own elegant home rise up so sharply
before him. In fact, he had never
given it much thought before. Now,
as he looked forward to the end Of the
week. he knew that at it's close he
would be no richer, no better able to
enjoy Injuries than the dead man lying
In No. 7oo. He wondered vaguely but
passionately how he could make use of
what he had heaped together to make
the daily lives of some Of these DOOR
men happier.
He found the man who had lost both
eyes sitting up In De0 ana reenng In q
pathetic manner Of few blocks of
wood which one Of the children in the
room had brought to him. He was a
big, powerful man like his brother, the
large boned Dane, and it seemed q very
p1t1ful thing that he should be lying
there like baby when his muscles
were as powerful as ever. The brother
vas In the room with the injured man,
ID he said to him:
| Olaf, Mr.. Hardy come to see you"
Tardy? Hardy?" Queried the man
In 7eevish tone. What do I know
him beY'
'"Tl manager. The one who donate
so really much moneys to you"
"Ah" with an indescribable accent.
HE make me work on Sunday. He
lose me my two eyes. A bad man,
Sword. l will no have anything to do
I with him."
And the old descendant Of thousand
kings turned his face to the wall and
would not even so much as make mo-
ton toward his visitor. His brother
offered rude apology. Mr.. Hardy re-
| piled in low tone:
"Say nothing about 1t. deserve all
! your brother says. But for good rea-
son l wish Olaf would say he forgives
| me-"
Mr.. Hardy came nearer the bed and
spoke very earnestly and as If he had
known the man intimately:
Il did you great wrong to order the
work on Sunday and in not doing my
duty concerning the inspection Of the
machinery. l have come to say so and
to ask your forgiveness. l may never
see you again. Will you say to me,
Brother, l forgive your"
There was a moment Of absolute
passivity on the part Of the big fellow:
then a very large and brawny hand
was extended, and the blind man said:
Eyes, I forgive. We learned that in
the old Bible at Svendorf.'
Mr.. Hardy laid his hand in the other,
and his lips moved in prayer Of hum
BILE thanksgiving. What, Robert Hardy!
Is this that proud man who only the
day before was so lifted up with SELF
ishness that he could coldly criticise
his own minister for saying that peo-
pie ought to be more Christlike? Are
you standing here In this poor mans
house which two days ago you would
not have deigned to enter and beseech-
ing him as your brother in the great
family of God to forgive you for what
you have done and left undone? Yes;
you have looked into the Face Of Eter-
nifty; you realize now what life really
means and what souls are really
worth.
He went out after few words with
the family and saw all the other injur-
ed men. By the time he had finished
these visits it was dark, and he eager
~ turned home, exhausted with the
days experience, feeling as If he had
lived in new world and at the same
time wondering at the rapidity with
which the time had fed.
He sighed almost contentedly to him
self as he thought of the evening with
his family and how he would enjoy it
after the disQuiet of the day. His wife
was there to greet him, and Alice and
Clara and Bess chung about him as he
took of his coat and came into the
beautiful room where a cheerful fire
was blazing. VIII came down stairs
as his father came in, and in the brief
interval before supper was ready Mr..
Hardy related the scenes Of the day.
They were. all shocked to hear of
Scoville's death. and Mrs. Hardy at
once began to discuss some plans for
relieving the family. Bess volunteered
to give up half her room to one Of the
children, and Alice quietly outlined
plan which Immediately appeared to
her father businesslike and feasible.
In the midst Of this discussion supper
was announced, and they all sat down.
"Where is GeorgeT asked Mr.. Hardy.
Ordinarily he would have gone on with
the meal without any reference to the
boy, because he was SO often absent
from the table. Tonight he felt an IT.
resistible longing to have all his chill.
dren with him.
HE said he was invited out to sup
per with the Bramleys," said Clara.
Mr.. Hardy received the announce
ment in silence. He felt the bitterness
OF such Indifference on the part of his
older son. "Whatw he said to himself.
when he knows had such a little
while left, could he not be at homer.
Then almost Immediately flashed into
him the self reproach even stronger
than his condemnation Of his boy.
'How much have I done for him these
last ten years to win his love and pro-
tect him from evilT'
After supper Mr.. Hardy sat down by
his wife, and In the very act he blush
ed with shame at the thought that he
could not recall when he had spent an
evening thus. He looked into her face
and asked gently:
"Mary, what do you want me to dot
Shall I read as we used to In the old
daysY
mo: let US talk together" replied
Mrs. Hardy, bravely driving back her
tears. II cannot realize what it all
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