The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1903-02-03
(Coutnued)

/ were Two CuAht olit VI aohh hVAhph ahu
/ the other Of Luella Marsh. The title
under these cuts read, Cupid Balks at
Social Sacrifice"
John Gordon read the headlines and
glared at the pictures. Then he
crushed the paper between his hands
and flung II on the floor.
Ring the bell for Williams, John.
think he's ia the pantry. You need hls
help to do II justice. Sorry don't feel
able to chip IN with you"
For a moment John Gordon stood
stlll by the table; then he came over
aud sat down by his friend.
- don't care for myself, but Luellal
David. it's a horrible invasion OF all
ones sacred private affairs. have
never understood how you could believe
In that sort Of journalism"
David Barton looked lovingly at John
Gordon. His cynical whimsical, reck.
less manner disappeared for a moment.
81 don't believe In II. Never did,
John. It's purely business with me.
I'm awfully sorry Tor you. What do |
believe anyway? My whole life has
contradictcd my creed. but maybe
there's hope for me yet What do you
thlnk2 Am too bad TO repent and be
savedY
John Gordon stared at his friend, and
I'm n moment his own deep, abiding, re.
llglous experience reminded him that
here was soul cropping after light
David" he exclaimed softly, "no
one is too bad 10 repent and be saved.
Oh, David, Christ makes all life worth
while"
II believe that" the reply came IN n
whisper. "I've never said much, John,
but I've tried to-
The usually cynical voice actually
broke with a sob that cut John Gordon
deep, although IN that tense moment
which had come on no swiftly there
was fierce Joy at tue confession his
friend had made
Me bent over and put a hand on Bar
tons, and they sat thus silent for n
gracious moment II was significant
that neither Of them had said word
about Barton's physical condition and
his hopeless future, so far as physical
life was concerned. The stiffness In
the room was suddenly interrupted by
clang out Oh the street.
Gordon went over to the window and
looked out
"The department is making a Gne
rum" he said briefly 10 Barton.
IL was hate and the avenue was al
most empty OF traffic. A team Of pure
white horses on the engine which pre-
ccded the hose and ladder wagons
plunged forward with desperate but
glad abandon that struck hrc from the
pavement ana whlrlCd the engine along
with a mad but glorious energy that
made human blood run faster aud kept
the pulses beating with sympathy The
driver aud his assistant leaned for
ward, their bare heads tossing their
free hair behind; the whole scene
flashed by In the night like biz torn
out of Roman chariot race of the
dead past, transformed by chance TO
the modern municipality, whose streets
are lighted with electricity aud whose
buildings loom up IN the smoky air
like crags beside the prairie sen.
The whirling group swept around the
corner az the end of the next block.
Stacking speed just enough 10 avoid
turning over. John Gordon came back
TO navid's side,
Where Is the hrcy
Il didn't notice the alarm Must have
been "a stlll one
"Haye you ever Thought what would
happen john II tire ever got good
chance around Hope llousey'
"llaye ~ think OF il every time
go into the double decker They are
simply traps, n a lire ever started IN
the basement uf No on. 10 would he "A
miracle II anybody got out alive"
How about Hope House itseIf.' The
question showed uncusineSs
Hope House is O. dry old she'll in
side. u would go Ike tinder"
The lire tonight is not down that
/ wayy
"No; the teams turned mp Fayen
street"
is No ol amy worse than other mum.
bersV
"No' IFS better iu some ways But
lherrs a bakery iu the basement They
ny greasy doughuuts over a hacked
sioyc One drop of grease catching
urc in the place might sNtgp core
OF children Into eternity"
They'd bc better on m eternity than
Ia the tenement. wouldn't they Maybe
tbe best thlug you could DO would be 20
pray tor Ma al 80 catch ou Hre when
he winds Just right"
I John Gordon made uO answer. and
Barton asked droWsily,
'liow about Me- Marshl You dropped
me a lne about che probability of his
having an Interest in helpius Mss An.
trews financially"
"Mr Marsh is the landlord ~ No
g."
"Sho' You don't sayw The voice
was awake again Then the amount
u hts contribution 10 social seul,mtnts
Il not yet made puhucg'
AIR Marsh has been with me throueh
toe district today Ha s4v- h. .,....