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A Novel by
THOMAS W. LAWSON
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"FTonzied Finance"
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"Fronzied FinAnea"
IcOpyrighI, IN, Doubleday. Page a Oh
CHAPTER VI.--contlnued.

CHAPTER Nls-Contlnued,
She had drawn his head down close |
TO her face. and her great blue eyes
searched his as though they would |
go to his very soul. She was q child
in her simple appeal for him TO allow
her TO see his heart. To see that there
was nothing black there.
. As she gazed her beautiful hands
played through his hair as do a moth
er's through that OF the child she Is
soothing in sickness.
Bob. speak TO me, speak to me"
she begged, tell me there was no dis
honor in the getting of those millions.
Tell me no one was made to suffer as
my father and ! have suffered. Tell
zoe that the suicides and the convicts,
the daughters dragged to shame and
the mothers driven to the madhouse
IA n result OF this panic. cannot be
charged TO anything unfair or dishOn.
orable that you have done. Bob. oh.
Bob. answerl Answer no, or my
heart will break; or II. Bob. you have
made a mistake. II you have done
that which in your great desire to aid
me and my father seemed justifiable,
but which you now see was wrong
tell II TO me. Bob. dear and together
we will try to undo II. We will try
TO find a way TO atone We will give
the millions to the last last penny
to those upon whom you have brought
misery. Fathers loss will not mat
ter. Together we will so to him and
tell him what we have done what
we have lived through, tell him of
our mistake. and In our agony he will
forget his own. For such horror
has my father of anything dishonor.
able that he will embrace his misery
as happiness when he knows that his
teachings have enabled his daughter
10 undo this great wrong. And then.
Bob, we will be married, and you and
and father and mother will be. to-
gether and be. oh, so happy. and we
will begin all over again"
"BeGlah. stop; In the name of God
in the name of your love for me-
don't say another word. There IL
a limit to the capacity OF n man to
suffer, even II he be a great, strong
brute like myself and Beulah, have
rerached that limit The day has been
hard one"
His voice softened and became as
n tired child's.
II must go into the hustle of the
street, into the din and sound. and get
down my nerves and get back my
head. Then | shall be able to think
clear and true, and will come back
20 you. and together we viii see II
have done anything that makes me
unfit to touch the cheek and the hands
and the lips OF the best and most
beautiful woman God ever put upon
earth. Beulah. you know would not
deceive you 20 save my body from the
fires Of this world. and my soul from
the torture of the damned. and l
promise you that II find that have
done wrong, what you call wrong.
what your father would call wrong.
viii do what you say to atone"
He took her hand between his
hands, gently, reverently. and touch
ing his lips 20 her glorious golden
hair. he went away.
Beulah Sands turned to me. Please,
Mr. Randolph. go with him. He is soul.
dazed, One can never tell what a heart
sorely perplexed will prompt It's own.
or to do. Often in the night when l
have got myself into a fever from
thinking OF my fathers situation.
have had awful temptations. The
agents Of the devil seek the wretched
when none OF those they love are by,
have often thought some Of the
blacklist tragedies of the earth might
have been averted II there had been
a true friend to stand az the wrung
ones elbow at the fatal minute of de
cislon and point to the sun behind
Just when the black ahead grew I'M
endurable. Please follow Mr.. Brown
ley than you may be ready, should hts
awakening to what he has done be
come unbeatable. Tell him the dread
ed morrows are never as terrible act
naliy as they seem In anticipation"
/ overlook Bob 5ust outside tho OF
fee, / did mot speak 20 him. for
realized that he was Id mo- mood foi
company dropped IN behind, de
tertnlned that ! would not lose sight
of him II was almost one O'clock
wan street was az It's meridian 81
frensy, every one on Wild rush. Ths
days doings had packed the always
crowded money lane. The newsboyl
were shouting afternoon editions
Horrible panic In Wall street. 0ns
man against milllona. Robert Brown
Soy broke the street Made twenty
millions In an honr, Hank failed
wreck and ruin everywhere. PreeI
Dent SNOW u AsleFnold National I