Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-24

back, trying to think of nothing but his awful misery and the Bob of our college days.
 I said in firm voice, Bob. is this the way to talk to me in your own of fice?" At any time before, my words and tone would have touched his all generous southern chivalry. but now he said harshly-"To hell with senti- ment What" He did not take his eyes from mine. but they told me that he was listening to . voice in the re- ceiver. Only for second; then he let loose a wild laugh. which must have penetrated to the outer ofilce.
 Eighty and coming like a spring freshet." he said into the .nouthpiece. land the boys want to know if won't let up now that Reinhart is down? Go back and smother them with all they will take down to 60. That's my an. swer. Tell them if Reinhart had ten more wives and daughters and they were all killed, I'd rend his damned trust to help him dull his sorrow. Give the word at every pole that I will have Reinhart where he will curse his luck that he was not in the auto mobile with the rest of. his tribe
 ITO hell with sentiment" He was speaking to me again. What do you want? If you are here to beg for Reinhart and his pack of yellow CUTS. you've got your answer. I wouldn't let up on that fendish hyena. not if his wife and daughter and all the dead wives and daughters of every System man came back in their grave clothes and begged. wouldn't let up share" gasped in horror.
 When did these robbers of men and despoilers of women and children ever let up because of death? When were they ever known to wait even till the corpse stiifened to pluck out the hearts of the victims? It is my turn now. and if let up a hair may I. yes. and Beulah. too. be damned, eternally damned"
 could not stand 1t. If I stayed. l. too, should become mad. I reached for the doorknob, but before I could swing the door open Bob was upon me like e wolf. He grasped me by the shoulders and with the strength of a madman hurled me half across the room. I sank into a chair.
 No. you don't. Jim Randolph. no, you don't. You came here for some thing and, by heaven, you will tell me what 1t isl You know me; you are the only human being who does. You know what I was, you see what am. You know what they did to mo to make me what I am You know. Jim Randolph. you know whether I deserved it. You know whether in all my life up to the day those doIlar-frenzied hounds tore my soul. had done any man. woman. or child c wrong. You know whether I had. and now you are going to sneak on and leave me as though I were a eur dog of the Reinhart- Standard oii' breed gone mad!"
 He was standing over me. . ter rible yet a magnificent figure AS he hurled these words at me. vas sure he had really lost his mind: that was in the presence of a man truly mad But only for an instant: then my horror. my anger turned to . great. crushing. ailconsuming agony of pity for Bob. and I dropped ny head on my hands and vept IL is hard to admit it. but it Is true--l vept uncontrcllably. Tn an instant the room vas quiet except for the sound Of ny own awful grief. I heard 1t. was ashamed of l. but could mol stop. The telephone rang again and again. wildly. shrilly. but there val DO ansrsr. The stiffness became so oppressive that even ny own soos quieted ! sasped ss the lump in my throat ehoked me. then Isloviy raised my eyes.
 Bob's towering figure vs h froni of me His head had fallen foFwsrt and his arms were folded across hii breast Bat that he stoot erect should have thozgtt him dead. sc still vas hsL I jumped to nv fsst and looked Into his face. dovn which great tezrs vsrs dropping silently. | touchef hin or fhs shouIssr. Bob. ny fesr cd chrn- Bob. fer l Efve me For Godrs xnk<. frrsiv n1 1c< <1tru1,nr on r1e- nise<T.