The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-05-04
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terry yesterday. He saw was in
distress, and he gave me this, but /
cannot believe he meant It," and she
showed fne an order Oh Randolph &
Randolph for q thousand dollars. I
CAshed her check and she went away.
& From the Battery Bob sought the
wharves. the Bowery, Five Points, the
hothouaes Of the under world of
America. He seemed bent on pick.
int out the haunts OF misery in the
miaery.infested metropolis OF the new
world. For two hours he tramped
and followed. A number OF times
! Thought to speak to him and try
70 win him from his mood, but | re.
named. l could see there was a
1oul battle waging and realized that
upon its outcome might depend Bob's
aa1vation. Some seek the quiet of
the woods. the soothing rustic Of the
leaves. the peaceful ripple Of the
brook when battling for their soul,
But Bob's woods appeared to be the
.shadowy places of misery, his rustling
leaves the hoarse din Of the multitude,
and his brooks ripple the tears and
tales OF the man'damned of the great
city, for he stopped and conversed
with many human derelicts that he
met on his course. The hand OF the
clock on Trinity's steeple pointed to
four as we again approached the Of
ice Of Randolph & Randolph. Bob
was now moving with q long, hurried
stride. as though consumed with
fever OF desire to get to Beulah Sands.
For the last Is minutes ] had with
difhculty kept him In sight. Had he
arrived at q decision. and IL so, what
was It? asked myself over and
over again as l plowed through the
crowds.
Bob went straight to Beulah Sands
ONCE, / to mine. had been there but
O. moment when l heard deep, guttu-
raj groans. / listened. The sound
came louder than before. 1t came
from Beulah Sands office. With a
bound / was at the open door. My
God, the sight that met my gaze!
1t haunts me even now when years
have dulled its vividness. The beauti.
ful. quiet, gray figure that had grown
TO be such familiar picture to Bob
aud me Of late. sat at the fiat desk
In the center of the room. She faced
che door. Her eloows rested on the
desk in her hand was an afternoon
paper that she had evidently been
reading when Bob entered. God knows
how long she had been reading 1t be.
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the side of her chair, his hands clasp
ed and uplifted in an agony OF appeal
that was supplemented by the awful
Igroans. His face showed unspeakabla
iterror and entreaty; the eyes were
bursting from their sockets and were
rtvsted on hers as those OF q. man In
al dungeon might be fixed upon an
approaching specter OF one whom he
had murdered His chest rose and
,Ifeil. as though trying TO burst some
unseen bonds that were crushing out
his life. With every breath would
come the awful groan that had first
brought me to him. Beulah Sands had
half turned her face until her eyes
Gaxed into Bob's with sweet. child
ish perplexity. ! looked at her. sur
prissd that one whom l had always
seen 80 intelligently masterful should
lbe passive in the face OF such an
guish. Then, horror OF horrors!
saW that there was something missing
from her great blue eyes. | looked;
sasDed. Could It possibly be? With
. bound l was at her side. gazed
again into those eyes which that
morning had been all that was intel
lltgent, all that was godlike, all that
was human. Their soul, their life
iwas gone. Beulah Sands was a dead
woman; not dead in body, but In
soul: the magic spark had fed. Sht
was but an empty shell---a woman oI
living flesh and blood; but the cita
del OF life was empty, the minc
WAS. gone. What had been a woman
was but q child. / passed my hand
across my now damp forehead.
closed my eyes and opened then
again. Bob's figure. with clasped. up
lifted hands, and bursting eyes. wai
still there. There still resoundeC
through the room the awful guttura
groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the
smile Of an infant in the cradle. Sh,
took one beautiful hand from the pa
per aud passed 1t over Bob's bronzet
cheek, Just a. the infant touches III
mothers face with Its chubby fingers
In my horror almost expected TO hea
the purllng OF a babe. My eyes In thei
pSsplexity must have wandered from
her face. for suddenly became aware
of Q great black headline sprea,
acFoss the top OF the paper that sh'
had been reading:
"FRiDAY. THE 18TH"
Ana beneath in one OF the col
un1ns:
asreHRlsLE TRAGEDY IN VIRGINIA
'Ths Most Prominent Citizen Of tn
atats. sx,united States Senator an
Ex-Governor, Judge Lee Sands o
osnds Landing. While TenrporariI.
Gnsans from the Loss Of His Fol
tune and Millions Of the Funds 70
Which He Was Trustee, Cut tn
Threat ~ His invalid wife, III
'baunhterso, Snd Then He Own. Al
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