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

fol ngnrcsurs1d trip through the
world, but it had been scared by
the iron of the city
Mr. Brownley-" She started to
rise
He gently pushed her back with a
"hush," unwilling to rob the sleepers
of their heaven.
What are you doing here, Mrs.
-" He halted
Mrs. Chase. Mr. Brownley when
| went away from Randolph & RAN
doiph's Office | married John Chase;
you may remember him as a delivery
clerk. | had such happy home and
my husband was good; | did not
have to typewrite any longer. These
are our two children
What are you doing here?"
The tears sprang to her eyes, she
dropped them, but did not answer.
Don't mind me, woman. |, too,
have hidden hells | don't want the
world to see. Don't mind me; tell
me your story. 1t may do you good;
it may do me good; yes, it may do
me good
l had dropped into a seat few feet
away. Both were too much occupied
with their own thoughts to notice me
or any one else. | could not overhear
their conversation, but long after.
ward, when | mentioned our old stem
ographer, Bessie Brown, to Bob he
told me of the incident at the Bat.
|
rage, had become infected with the
Safeguarding microbe, the microbe
that gnaws into it's victims mind and
heart day and night, while ever
fiercer grows the get rich, get rich"
fever. He had plunged with their say.
ings and had drawn a blank. He had
lost his position in disgrace and
had landed in the bucket-shop the
sub-cellar pit of the big stock ex-
change hell. From there a week be-
fore he had been sent to prison for
theft, and that morning she had been
turned into the street by her land.
lord l saw Bob take from his pocket
his memorandum book, write some.
thing upon a leaf, tear it out and hand
it to the woman, touch his hat and
before she could stop him, stride away.
! saw her look at the paper, clap her
hands to her forehead look at the
paper again and at the retreating form
of Bob BROMLEY. Then | saw her,
yes, there in the old Battery park, in
the driZzling rain and under the eyes
of all, drop upon her knees in prayer.
How long she prayed | do not know.
| only know that as l followed Bob
| looked back and the woman was
still upon her knees. | thought at
the time how queer and unnatural the
whole thing seemed Later, learned
to know that nothing is queer and
unnatural in the world of human suf-
fering; that great human suffering
turns all that is queer and unnatural
into CO.. .onplace. Next day Bessie
Brown came to our office to see Bob.
Not being able to get at him she ask
ed for me.
Mr.. Randolph, tell me, please,
what shall l do with this paper?" she
said. Il met Mr.. Brownley in the Bat
terry yesterday. He saw | was in
| L
cannot Delieve he meant it" and she
showed me an order on Randolph &,
Randolph for thousand dollars
cashed her check and she went away
From the Battery Bob sought the
wharves, the Bowery, Five Points, the
hothouses of the under world of
America lie seemed bent on pick
| Of in, tbr,
misery-infested metropolis of the new
world. Fer two hours he tramped
and | followed number of times
| thought to speak to him and try
to win him from his mood, but l re-
Trained. | could see there was a
soul battle waging and | realized that
upon its outcome might depend Bob's
salvation. 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 Bobs woods appeared to be the
shad0wy 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
me; on his course. The hand of the
clock on Trinity's steeple pointed to
four as we again approached the Of
fee of Randolph & Randolph Bob
IVES now moving with long, hurried
stride, as though consumed with a
fever of desire to get to Beulah Sands
For the last Is minutes | had with
difficulty kept him in sight. Had he
arrived at decision, and if so, what
was it? l asked myself over and
over again as l plowed through the
crowds
Bob went straight to Beulah Sands
office, to mine | had been there but
a moment when | 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 it's vividness. The beauti
full quiet, gray figure that had grown
to be such familiar picture to Bob
and me of late, sat at the fiat desk
in the cent@4 of the room. She faced
the door Her elbows 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 it be-
fore he came. Bob was kneeling at