News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-02-25

he was good boy" she cried, throw
ing her apron over her head and rock
ing back and forth with great sobs
During the talk she had been sitting
by the door, apparently oblivous tc
everything. She now suddenly rose VI
and staggered into the room, throwing
her arms over the coffin and shrielling
aloud: He was good boy! Oh God
Oh, Godr'
Tommy Randall turned toward John
Gordon with a look that was simply
Satanic
'If You attempt to interfere or make
any unusual disturbance, MI Ran
dali" Gordon said again as he had
twice before, taking the initiative, 81
shall report you to the authorities"
The statement was so simply made,
it covered so much absolute authority,
that for a moment Tommy Randall
stared in silence, too much astonished
to say word. Then, to GorGon's sur
i prise and to the bewilderment of the
crowd, the older man put out his hand
and said, with laugh:
you're a good one! Report Tommy
Randall. Give me your hand or it,
young fellow! But you have the Say,
wouldn't he make team with another
one like him?'
Again the crowd laughed cOarsely,
and Gordon, without seeming to notice
the Outstretched hand, turned his back
on all of them and went into the room.
Randall watched him, with a snarl on
his face that prOphesied any number
Of accounts for the future Then he
grew thoughtful, and before any one
could guess his next movement he fol-
lowed Gordon into the room.
Gordon had even in that brief time
begun to soothe the distracted mother
I'll get my friend Mr.. Falmouth to
come down. He will have a beautiful
service. He will''-
docs Mr.. Randall
The words were spoken with a fright
ened air that Gordon saw at once had
some good reison. But before he could
answer Randall said good naturedly:
! Il think we had better have the min
lister come down, Mrs. Caylor. That's
j all right"
"Tll arrange it." Gordon said briefly.
as if Randall were not present He did
not care to puzzle himself at present
over the mans change of manner.
That it was a part of his regular policy
to gain an end he knew well enough,
but he was Indifferent to it. His very
Indifference was so complete that the
ola
come to him already as a new expert
ence and again that same diabolicaI
hate included John Gordon in it's sweep
of future reckoning, for Tommy Randall
was beginning to feel dimly but really,
that for the first time in his political
career he was in the presence of a new
factor The neWness of it puzzled and
enraged him. 1t was so unknown that
! he could not figure on it. That made it
doubly hateful to him.
John Gordon stayed a little longer
and then went away. The hour fixed
for the service was 3 O'Clock. AS he
went out into the corridor and CROPPED
his way down the stairs and out into
the court he was plainly aware that
added respect was paid him.
THE old man fell DOWN. muttered
the woman who had fOretold Gordon's
humiliation at the hands of the boss.
Nav he didn't!' the tobacco user
CALCULATED, with an oath. wait till
the old man gets in his upper cut. He
amt dOwned by no 'gentr "
of
reth avenue, and within an hour he
was in the Rev. Paul Falmouths study
which was in the rear of Nazareth
Avenue church.
"Glad to see you, Gordon" Fal-
mouth said as he rose and greeted his
visitor cordially. The minister was a
grave faced man of thirty-fve. The
books. papers, pictures and articles of
interest in his study proclaimed a stu
dent if not Il scholar. The man himself
had a reserve power. How much more
than that was not apparent at first
sight
I'm sorry to disturb your morning.
Mr.. Falmouth. l know your rule. but
this is Il case of death. l knew you
would listen to me-"
certainly; go on. l was thinking OF
you just Il minute ago and planning to
come down to Hope House and see
you. OF course know what you have
done. The papers
"Thank you, Mr.. Falmouth, for your
kind letter. 1t did me good. I'll be glad
to see you at Hope House. But know
how busy you arew Gordon glanced at
the minister's desk, which was covered
with open books, manuscripts in vari-
Gus degrees Of preparation and mis-
Cellaneous heap of correspondence
which told the particular story of
laborious life.
I'm always busy, Gordon" The
words were spoken with n sigh that
was instantly repressed. But for more
reasons than one want to see you and
have good long talk with you"
"I'll be very glad. But this is my err
rand this morning. l want you for a
funeral service this afternoon"
He went on rapidly to relate the brief
story of Louie, without reference to
Randall or any of the occurrences that
had brought him into the tragedy.
NI'll 90 of course" Falmouth said in