Willmar tribune., 1902-09-10
than IN impressionablst enthuaiast
who had tormented himself into q fam
cied condition of utter ruthlessness by

oWelnn& oVermuch upon the wrongs OF
others. .~ T..
So cambridge thought; and he knew
his opinion was shared with frank
unanimity by all of Griswold'S s friends,
who agreed in calling him Utopian, sl-
truistic, visionary. What milder ept-
thets could be applied to a man who,
with sufficient literary talent-not to
say genius-to make himself work
ing name in the ordinary way, must
needs run amuck and write novel
with purpose!-a novel, moreover, in
which the purpose so overshadowed
the story as to make the book mere
preachment.
AS matter of course, the publishers
would have nothing to do with the
book. cambridge remembered with
considerable satisfaction that he had
prophesied its failure, and had given
Griswold no little good advice while it
was in the process of writing. But
Griswold, being to the full as obstinate
as he was impressionable, had refused
to be counseled, and now the conse-
quences of his stubbornness were upon
him. He had said truly that his liter
ary gift was novelistic and nothing
else; and here he was, pennilesss and
desperate, with a dead book on his
hands, and with no chance to write
another, even if he were so minded,
since one cannot write fasting.
Thus cambridge reflected, and was
sorry that Griswold's invincible pride
had kept him from accepting friendly
stop-gap in his extremity. Yet he
smiled in spite of his sympathy. It
was amusing to think of Griswold,
who, as long as his slender patrimony
had lasted, had been emphatically a
man not of the people, posing as an an
archist, and up in arms against the
world. None the less, he was to be
pitied.
"Poor devil! he is in the doldrums
now, and isn't quite responsible for
what he says or thinks-or for what he
thinks he Thinks" said the journalist
to himself. "Just the same, wish I
had made him take that-Why, how
are you, Griffin? Where in the mis-
chief did you drop from?"
It was the inevitable steamer ac-
quaintance who is always at hand to
prove the exceeding narrowness of the
world, and cambridge made room for
him on the settee.
II didn't drop, walked in. More
than that, I kept step with you all the
way down from Chaudiere's to the
levee. You'd be dead easy game for an
amateur"
"Confound you!" said Bainbridge,
laughing. "Can't you ever forget that
you're in the shadowing business?"
eyes; just as often and just as long
as you can forget that you are news
hunter"
The shadowed one laughed again,
and they smoked in silence until the
Adelantado. doubled the bend in the
river and the last outposts of the city's
lights disappeared in the blackness.
Then Griffin said:
'Who was the fellow you were talk
ing to in front of Chaudie1e e's? His
face is familiar enough, but I can't
place him.
The question fell in with the report
c1's train of thought, and he answered
it Father more fully and freely than he
night have at another time under diff
ferent conditions. From telling who
G11swold was, he slipped by easy de-
grees into the story of his ups and
downs, ending with vivid little word
painting of the scene in Chaudiere's.
"To hear him talk, you would think
he was bloody-minded anarchist of
the thirty-third degree, ready to sweep
the existing order of things off the
face of the earth," he added; "but in
reality he is one of the best fellows in
the world, gone bit morbid over the
social problem. He has heart of gold,
as happen to know. He use.I to spend
! a good deal of his time in the backwa.
ter, and you know what the backwat ter
in big city Is"
eyes"
"Well, one night he stumbled into a
cellar somewhere down in the lower
levels on the East side. He was look
! ing for fellow that he had been try.
i4>g to find work fora crippled long.
sboreman, I believe he was. When he
got into the place he found the man
stiff, the woman with the death-rattle
in her throat, and a two-year-old baby
creeping back and forth between the
dead father and the dying mother
starvation, you know, pure and sim
pie. Griswold jumped into the breach
like man and tried to save the WON.
an. It was too late; but when the
mother died, he took the child TO his
own eight-by-ten attic and nursed and
fed it till the missionary people took
it off his hands. He did that, mind you
when he was living on two meals day
himself; and fancy he skipped one OF
them to buy milk for that kid.'
"Humph! And he calls himself an
anarchist, does he? It's a howling pity
there amt lot more just like him.
said the detective, sententaously.
"That is what I say" Bainbridge
agreed. Then, with sudden twinge o1
remorse for having told Griswold'.
story to stranger, he changed the
subject with an abrupt question.
"Where are you headed for, Griffin p
The dete:tive chuckled. "You don't
expect me to give it away to you-a
newspaper man-do you? But will
seeing you can't get it on the wires.
ara going down to Guatemala after
| Mortsen."
''The defaulter? By Jove! syoa'vs
found him at last, have You?" 1.24
Griffin nodded. "It takes = gooi
while, sometimes, but Don't fall aowr
very often when there's enough money
| in it to make the game worth the can