The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-09-14

into his VIII DlO@n eyes CdliiS d olS
ening look of fear.
stop, Jim, for Gods sane, don't
say that to me. My cup is full now.
Don't tell me l an to have that crime
on nv SOUL He thought a moment.
81 don't know whether you mean it.
Jim. but | can take no chances, not
for all the money in the world, not
even for revenge. Wait here, jim
He yelled Tor his brokers', and several
rushed to him from different parts of
the room. He sent them back into
the crowd while he dashed for the
| Amalgamated-po The day was
saved.
Presently he came back to me.
Jim, j must have talk with you.
Come over to my Office" When we
got there he turned the key and stood
in front of me. His great eyes looked
full into mine. In college days, gaz-
ing into their brown depths, by some
magic | seemed to see the heroes and
heroines of always happy ending tales
as the child sees enchanted creatures
/ far back in the burning Yule log
/ flames. But there were no joyous be-
irgs in the haunted depths of Bob's
/ eyes that day.
''Jim you gave me an awful scare
he said brokenly. Don't ever do it
i again | have little left to live for.
/ To be sure l have some feeling for
j mother, Fred, and sisters. But for you
/ | have a love second only to that
/ shoall have felt for Beulah had | been
allowed to have her. The thought,
/ jim, that | had wrecked your life,
with all you have to live for, would
/ have been the last straw. My life is
/ puigatory. Beulah is only an ever
| present curse to me-a ghost that
rends my heart and soul, one minute
with blind frenzy to revenge her
wrongs, the next with an icy remorse
that | have not already done so. II
| did not have her, perhaps in time
| could forget; perhaps l might lay
out some scheme to help poor devils
whose poverty makes life unendur-
able, and with the millions | have
! taken from the main shaft of hell |
might do things that would at least
bring quiet to my soul; but it is i'm
possible with the living corpse of
Beulah Sands before me every minute
and that devil machinery whirling in
my brain all the time the song, Re-
venge her and her father, revenge
Yourself 1t is impossible to give 1t
up, Jim. l must have revenge. l must
! CT oh ic Oh inc
up more American hearts and souls
each year than all the rest of earth's
grinders combined Every day l de-
| lay | become more fiendish in my de-
sires. Jim, don't think l do not know
that | have literally turned into a
| fiend. Whenever of late | see myself
in the mirror, l shudder. When l
| think of what | was when your father
stood us up in his office and started
us in this heart-shrivelling, soul-cal-
lousing business, and what l am now,
cannot keep the madness down ex-
cept with rum. You know what 1t
means for me to say this, me who
started with all the pride of Brown
ley; but it is so, jim The other night
went home with my soul frozen with
thoughts of the past and with my
brain ablaZe with rum, intending to
end it all. | got out my revolver, and
woke Beulah, but as l said, Bob Is
going to kill Beulah and himself she
laughed that sweet child's laugh and
clapping her hands said, Bob is SO
good to play with Beulah,' and then
I thought of that devil Reinhart and
the other fiends of the System be-
ing left to continue their work unhin-
dered and 1 could not do it. | must
have revenge; | must smash that
| heart-crushing machinery. Then l
can go, and take Beulah with me.
Now, Jim, let us have it clearly under
stood once and for all.
Remorse and softness were past;
he was the Indian again. II am going
to wreck that hellannex some day,
and that some day will be the next
time l start in. Don't argue with me,
don't misunderstood me. To-day you
stopped me. l don't know whether
you meant what you threatened; l
don't care now. 1t is just as well that
l stopped, for the Systems machine
will be there whenever | start in
again. 1t loses nothing of its fiend-
ishness, none of its destructive powers
! by grinding, but on the contrary, as
you know, it increases it's speed every
day it runs. Now, Jim Randolph, |
want to tell you that you must get
yours and the houses affairs in such
shape that you won't be hurt when l
go into that human rat-pit the next
time for when l come from it the
New York Stock Exchange and the
System will have had their spines
unjointed. Yes, and I'll have their
hearts out, too. Neither will ever be
able to take from the American people
their savings and their manhood and
womanhood and give them in ex-
change unadulterated torment. l am
going to be fair with you, Jim; this
is the last time | will discuss the sub
ject. After this you must take your
| chance with the rest of those who
have to do with the cursed business.
When | strike again, none will be
spared. l will wreck the Street, and
the innocent will go down with the
guilty, if they have any stocks on
hand at that time.
My power, Jim, is unlimited; moth
Ing can stay it. | am not going to
explain any further. You have seen
me work. You must know that my
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