The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-01-04

desperate sally To mend the weakened
chain in all the suspense of a man
whose entire universe IS IN the keeping
of the chance moment. II must De
remembered that at bottom, below they
outer consciousness, ThOrpe's final de-
cision had already grown TO maturity.
On the other hand. no other thought
than that OF accomplishment had even
entered the little bOOkkeeper'S head.
The rescue and all that II had meant
had hit him like stroke of apOpleXy,
and his thin emotions had curdled TO
hysJeria- Full of the idea he appeared
before the men.
With rapid. almost incoherent speech,
he poured il out to them Professional
caution and secrecy. We're forgotten.
Wallace Carpenter attempted To push
through the ring for the purpose Of
stopping him. A gigantic riverman
kindly but firmly held him back.
I guess it's just as wen we hears
this, said the latter.
1t all came out-the loan to Carpen-
ter, with a hint at the motive; the
Vaccinations of the rival firm on the
board Of trade; the notes, the mort
cages, the necessity of a big seasons
cut; the reasons the rival firm had for
wishing to prevent that cut from arriy-
ing at the market, the desperate and
varied means they. had employed. The
men listened silent. Hamilton, his
eyes glowing like Goals drank in every
word. Here was the master motive he
had sought; here was the story great TO
his hand
That's what we ought to get" cried
Collins, almost weeping, and now
We're gone and bust, just because that
l internal river-hog had TO fan of
boom. By God, it's a shame Those
scaIawags have done US after ALI"
Out from the shadows of the woods
stole min Charley. The whole bear
ing and aspect Of the man had changed
His eye cleaned with a distant far
seeing fire Of its own. which took 20
account of anything but some remote
vision He stole along almost fUruVe-
/ ", but with a proud upright carriage Of
his neck, q backward tilt OF his fine
! head, a distentiOn Of his nOstrils that
/ lent to his appearance a panther-like
/ pride and stealthiness- No one saw
him. Suddenly ne broke through the
group and mounted the steps beside
I Collins.
The enemy Of my brother is gone. p
/ said he simply in his native tongue.
and with a sudden gesture held out be-
! fore then-a scalp.
/ The medieval barbarity of the thing
appalled, them for a moment. The
I days of scalping were long since past.
/ had been closed away between the
1 pages OF forgotten histories, and yet
I here again before them was the thing
] in all its living horror. Then a grOwl
| arose. The human animal had tasted
/ blood
All at once ike wine, their wrongs
mounted TO their head. They remem-
/ bered their dead comrades They re
membered the Misunderstanding days and
nights of toll they had endured on &C
/ count Of this man and his associates
They remembered the words Of Collins,
/ the little bookkeeper. They hated
/ They shook their fists across the skies.
They turned and with one accord struck
1 back for the railroad right Of way
} which led to Shingleyille. the town con-
trolled by Morrison & DAILY.
The railroads lay for a mile straight
I through a thick tamarack swamp. then
| over a nearly treelesS cranberry plain.
/ The tamarack was a screen between
! the two towns. When half way through
the swamp, Red-Jacket stopped re-
moved his coat, ripped the lining from
/ II, and began to fashion a rude mask.
Just as well they don't recognize
US said he
CTO be Continued Next Sunday.)