The Newark journal., 1905-07-07

money You could hear as much
hundred times any night. but not in
that language-well chosen. grammat-
zeal polite. There we're marks of good
breeding in it.
Ferguson remembered his own com
ing to Chicago and how near he had
been to this same condition. He had
made so cents stretch over three days.
This was a plausible story that the
man had told of his recent coming to
the city and his fruitless search for
employment in the fire insurance bust
ness. which was the vocation he best
knew.
lie took the man into a restaurant
and fed him He knew of work that
he could do and would try him at it.
A man who can operate typewriter
at the rate of 100 words a minute
would likely prove valuable III his
office
There was a spare couch in Fergu-
sons room. and he could easily accom-
modate the man over. night, Their
talk had revealed numerous favorable
signs. The man had been at Kentucky
Military Institute. and one of Fergu-
sons chums had likewise been trained
there. Thence came the discovery OF
common acquaintance.
They went out on the car to Fergu-
sons place and went in talking earn
estly of the strike and of labor prob
lens generally. The man had no SYM
pathy for the "scab," and Ferguson
had less for the union teamsters
They were absorbed and earnest.
Ferguson began at once making
preparations for the night. talking
meanwhile He sat with a shoe in his
hand and his guest was standing be-
fore him.
The change was like fash, and
like a flash Ferguson's fist had struck
out fierce blow below the belt. as
this man suddenly dropped his voice
and reached for Ferguson's watch.
The big. deep chest of the man went
shut like burst balloon and he fell
over. quite unconscious. Ferguson
caught him as be fell and in an instant
was crowding him out through the
open window The body dropped heaY-
lily and never stirred.
EVERY thief has a soul.
Ferguson had no supefstitions about
immortality What Prof Munsterberg
has to say on that subject quite ex-
pressed his own views but the words
rang insistenuy as he looked once
more on that helpless thing below.
ont
What the world would say he little
cared. Whatever 1t was that troubled
him was purely personal-his own af-
/ fair
He sat long into the morning facing
that-his own affair After all, were
they so different? Was he. the good
hearted benefaetor Of men and believer
in thieves souls. so very different from
the thief out there? Were they not
both thoughtless followers of impulses
that needed only to be reviewed in the
mind to stay them from action? To
think afterward- even the philanthro-
pist must know the pain of that some
times. What was the right OF it then
if this was all wrong2
There was some one stirring below.
Voices came drifting in through the
open window A growing grayness
and the sounds of awakening traffic
told that the night was far spent. The
day was coming and with it new fac
tors in this awful problem Of life and
perhaps death Was it death that
he had brought to this other one, this
o+I,or ,,,ho bod coroa into his oueu life
unasked. unknown? And he Fergu-
son, who had willed him only good
had he sent him out iEto the great
silence. the silence more terrible than
that of night or OF infinite Space
Ferguson did not move. He lay on
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