The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-08-31
CHAPTER vi.

AS l passed through my Office few
minutes later l heard Bob's voice in
Beulah Sands office. 1t was raised
in passionate eloquence.
Eyes, Beulah have done it single
Standard OIL and the system that
spiked me to the cross few weeks
ago. You have three millions, and l
have seven. Now there is nothing
more but for you to go home to your
father, and then come back to me.
Back to me, Beulah, back to me to be
my wife!"
He stopped. There was no sound.
I waited; then, frightened, ! stepped
to the door of Beulah Sands Office.
Bob was standing just inside the
threshold, where he had halted to give
her the glad tidings. She had risen
from her desk and was looking at him
with an agonized stare. He seemed
to be transfixed by her look, the wild
ecstasy of the outburst of love yet
mirrored in his eyes. She was just
saying as I reached the door:
Bob, in mercy's name tell me you
got this money fairly, honorably.'
Bob must have realized for the first
time what he had done. He did not
speak He only stared into her eyes.
She was now at his side.
Bob, you are unnerved," she said;
you have been through terrible or
deal For an hour l have been read
ing in the bulletins of the banks and
trust companies that have failed, of
the banking houses that have been
ruined. l have been reading that you
did it; that you have made millions
and l knew it was for me, for father
but in the midst of my joy, my graft
tude, my love-for, oh, Bob, l love
YOU, she interrupted herself pas
sionately; sit seems as though love
you beyond the capacity of human
heart to love. | think that for the
right to be yours for one single mo-
ment of this life l would smilingly en-
dure all the pains and miseries of
eternal torture. Yes, Bob, for the
right to have you call me yours for
only while l heard the words, I would
do anything, Bob, anything that was
honorable"
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 a 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
ers 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 l have suffered. Tell
me that the suicides and the convicts,
the daughters dragged to shame and
the mothers driven to the madhouse
as result of this panic, cannot be
charged to anything unfair or dishon-
orable that you have done. Bob. oh,
Bob, answer Answer no, or my
heart will break; or if, Bob, you have
made a mistake, if 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 it to me, Bob, dear, and together
we will try to undo it. We will try
to find 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 go 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