The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-09-20
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Author Of
"Fronzied Finance"
CHAPTER Vl.-contInued.

CHAPTER Vl.-continued.
She had drawn his head down close
90 her face. and her great blue eyes
searched his as though they would
go 10 his very soul. She was a child
In her simple appeal for him 20 allow
her to see his heart, 10 see that there
was nothing black there.
AS she Pazed her beautiful hands
played through his hair as do Il moth
ers through that of the child she Is
soothing in sickness.
Bob. speak 10 me. speak to me-
she begged, tell me there was no dis
honor in the getting Of those millions.
Ten M no one was made to suffer as
my father and | have suffered. Tell
me that the suicides and the convicts,
the daughters dragged to shame and
the mothers driven TO the madhouse
as a 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 II. Bob. you have
made a mistake. II you have done
that which In your great desire TO aid
me and my father seemed justihable,
but which you now see a wrong.
tell II TO me. Bob. dear. and together
we will try to ind It. We will try
20 find a way to atone. We will give
the millions to the last. last penny
60 those upon whom you have brought
misery. Fathers loss will not mat
ter. Together we will go to him and
Van him what ua huVn dana whit
we have lived through, tell him of
our mistake. and In our agony he will
forget his own. For such n 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
/ and father and mother will be to.
gether. and be, oh. so happy, and we
will begin all over again"
"Boulah. stop; in the name of God,
In the name OF your love for me.
don't say another word. There is
"A limit ia the capacity OF a man to
suffer, even If he be a great. strong
brute like myself. and. Deulah. have
rerached that limit. The day has been
a hard one"
His voice softened and became as
a tired child's.
Il must go into the hustle of the
street, into the din and sound, and get
down my nerves and get back my
head. Then | shall be able to think
clear and true. and l will come back
TO you. and together we will see IL |
have lone 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 | would not
deceive you to save my body from the
fires of this world, and my soul from
the torture OF the damned, and !
promise you that If l find that have
done wrong. what YOU call wrong,
what your father would call wrong,
/ will do what you say to atone"
lie took her hand between his
hands. gently, reyerently, and touch.
ing his lips to her glorious golden
hair, he went away.
Beulah Sands turned to me. please,
Mir. Randolph, go with him. He is soul
GaZed. One can tell what a heart
sorely perplexed will prompt its w
er to do. Often in the night when
have got myself into n fever from
thinking of my fathers situation,
have had awful temptations. The
agents of the devil seek the wretohet
when none of those they love are by
have often thought some of the
blacklist tragedies of the earth nigh
have been averted if there had beer
a true friend to stand at the wruni
ones elbow at the fatal minute of de
clsion and point to the sun behind
lust when the black ahead grew un
endurable. Please follow MIR. Brown
ley than you may be ready, should hi
awakening to what he has done be
come un~bearable. Tell him the dread
ed morrows are never as terrible act
ually as they seem in anticipation
1 overlook Bob just outside the o.
fee. did not speak to him, for
realized that he was in no mood 70
company. l dropped in behind, do
termined that l would not lose sigh
of him. IL was almost n o'clocl
Wen street was at it's meridian c
frenzy. every n on a wild rush Tn
days doings had packed the alway
crowded money lane. The newsboy
were shouting afternoon edition
Terrible panic in Wall street. On
man against millions. Robert Brow
ley broke the street Made twent
millions in an hour, Bank faile'
Wreck and ruin everywhere. Pres
dent Snow of Asterield National