The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-07-20

Jim, it was tough to sit there and
listen to the schemes to recoup that
this old gentleman and this girl, for
she is only 81, have tried to hatch up
The tears actually rolled down my
cheeks as l listened | couldn't help
1t; you couldn't either, Jim. But at
last out of all the plans considered,
they found only one that had a tint of
hope in 1t, and the serious mention of
even that one, Jim, In any but pres
emit circumstances, would make you
think we were dealing with lunatics.
But the girl has succeeded in making
me think it worth trying. Yes, Jim,
she has, and / have told her so, and |
hope to God that that hard-headed
norse-sense of yours will not make you
sit down on it"
Bob BROMLEY had got to his feet;
he was slipping the shaclzles of that
iery, romantic, southern passion that
years in college and Wall street had
taught him to keep prisoner. His eyer
We're flashing sparks. His nostrili
vibrated like a deer bucks In the au
tumn woods. He faced me with his
hands clinched.
Jim Randolph" he went on, "as
listened to that girls story of the ter
rible cruelty and deylish treachery
practiced by the human hyenas you
and | associate with, human hyenas
who, when in search of dirty dollars
the only thing they know anything
abont-put to shame the real beasts
of the wilds-when l listened, tel
you that felt it would not give me
twinge of conscience to put a ball
through that slick scoundrel Reinhart
Yes, and that hired cur of his, too.
who prostitutes a good family name
and position, and an inherited ability
the Almighty intended for more hon.
est uses than the trapping of victims
on whose purses his gutter-born mas
ter has set lecherous eyes. And, Jim,
as | listened, a troop of old friends
invaded my memory-friends whom ]
have not seen since before l went tc
Harvard, friends with whom | spent
many happy hour in my old Virginia
home. friends born of my imagination
stalwart, rugged crusaders, who car,
ried the sword and the cross and the
banner inscribed For Honor and for
God Old friends who would troop
into my boyhood and trumpet, Bob.
don't forget, when you're man, that
the goal is honor, and the code: Dc
unto your neighbor as you would have
your neighbor do unto you. Don't for
get that millions is the crest of the
groundlings.' And, Jim, thought my
friends looked at me with reproachful
eyes. as they said, You are we'll on the
road, Bob BROMLEY, and in time your
heart and soul will bear the hallmark
of the snaky S on the two upright
bars, and you will be but frenzied
fellow in the Dirty Dollar army. Jim.
Jim Randolph, as | listened to that
agoniZing tale of the changing of that
girls heaven to hell, did not see that
halo you and have thought surround
ed the sign of Randolph C Randolph.
did not see it, Jim but l did see my
SELF and l didn't feel proud of the
picture. My God, Jim, is it possible
you and have joined the nobility of
Dirty Dollars? Is it possible we are
leaving trails along our life's path like
that Reinhart left through the home
of these Virginians, such trails as this
girl has shown me?'
Bob had worked himself into state
of frenzy. had never seen him so ex-
cited as when he stood in front of me
and almost shouted this fierce self.
denunciation.
For heavens sake, Bob, pull your
self together" l urged. The captain
on the bridge there is staring at you
wild-eyed, and Katherine will be up
here to see what has happened. Now,
be good fellow, and let us talk this
thing over in a sensible way. At the
gait you are going We can do nothing
to help out your friends. Besides,
what is there for you and me to take
ourselves to task for? We are no
wreckers and none of our dollars is
stained with Frenzied Finance. My
father, as you know, despised Renhart
and his sort as much as we do. Be
yourself. What does this girl want
you to do? If it is anything in reason,
call it done, for you know there is
nothing l won't do for you at the ask
ing"
Bob's hysteria oozed. He dropped
on the rail seat at my side.
81 know it, Jim, l know it, and you
must forgive me. The fact is, Beulah
Sands story has aroused lot of
thoughts l have been a-sticking down
cellar late years, for, to tell the truth,
| have some nasty twinges of con-
science every now and then when
get to thinking of this dollar game OF
ours"
l saw that the impulsive blood was
fast cooling, and that it would only be
question of minutes until Bob would
be his clear-headed self.
Now, what is it she wants you to
do?' | persisted. rs 1t case OF
money, of our trying to tide her father
over?'
Nothing of the kind, Jim. You
don't know the proud Virginia blood.
Neither that girl nor her father would
accept money help from any one. They
would go to smash and the grave
first"
He paused and then continued inn
pressively:
This is how she puts it. She and
her father haye raked together her
different legacies and turned them
into cash, a matter of 100000, and