Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-10-16
CHAPTER VI.-Continued.

to her face, and her great blue eyes
searched his as though they would
&C 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
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 I 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 mistake, if you have done
that which in your great desire to aid
me and my father seemed justifable,
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 lind 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
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
to undo this great wrong And then,
Bob, we will be married, and you and
l and father and mother will be to-
gether, and be, oh, so happy, and we
will begin all over again"
"Beulah, stop; in the name of God,
in the name of your love for me,
don't say another word. There is
limit to the capacity Of a man to
suffer, even if he be great, strong
brute like myself, and, Beulah, have
rerached that limit The day has been
a hard one
His voice softened and became as
a 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 I shall be able to think
clear and true, and l will come back
to you, and together we will see if 1
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 l would not
deceive you to save my body from the
fires of this world, and my soul from
the torture of the damned, and l
promise you that if I find that I have
done wrong, what you call wrong,
what your father would call wrong,
will do what you say to atone"
He took her hand between his
hands, gently, reverently, and touch
ing his lips to 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 heart
sorely perplexed will prompt its own.
er to do. Often in the night when ]
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
I have often thought some of the
blacklist tragedies of the earth might
have been averted if there had been
q true friend to stand at the wrung
ones elbow at the fatal minute of de.
cision 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 his
awakening to what he has done be.
come unbearable. Tell him the dread,
ed morrows are never as terrible act.
ually as they seem in anticipation"
I overlook Bob just outside the Of
fee. I did not speak to him, for ]
realized that he was in no mood for
company. i dropped in behind, de-
termined that I would not lose sight
OF Linn. It was almost one o'clock.
Wall street was at it's meridian OF
. frenzy, every one on a wild rush. The
days doings had packed the always
crowded money lane. The newsboys
were shouting afternoon editions.
Terrible panic in Wall street. One
man against millions. Robert Brown
y ~ broke the street. Made twenty
millions In an hour. Bank failed.
4 1Vrack and ruin everywhere. Prest.
suicide. Bob gave no sign of hear
4 Ing He STROBE with a slow, measured
B gait hts head erect, his eyes staring
\ ahead. a5man thinking, thinking, think.
( M Tor his Salvation. Many hurrying
1onked at him, some with an
expression Of unutterable hatred, as
& though they wanted to attack him.
Then again there were those who
called him by name with a laugh of
Joy; and some turned to watch him
in curiosity. 1t was easy to pick the
wounded from those who shared in
his victory, and from those who knew
the frenzied finance buzz-saw only by
it's buzz Boz saw none. Where could
he be going? He came to the head
of the street of coin and crime and
crossed Broadway. His path was
blocked by the fence surrounding old
/ Trinity's churchyard. Grasping the
pickets in either hand he stared at
+ the crumbling headstones of those
guardsmen Of Mammon who once
3a umoll.od Tho earth and fought their