Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-05-10

but in the midst Of my joy. my graft
tude, my love-for, oh, Bob, / love
you," she interrupted herself pas
sionately; ut seems as though I love
you beyond the capacity Of a human
heart to love. I think that for the
right to be yours for one single mo-
ment Of this life 1 would smilingly en-
dure all the pains and miseries OF
eternal torture. Yes, Bob, for the
right to have you call me yours for
only while I heard the words, I would
do anything. Bob. anything that was
honorable"
She had drawn his head down close
to her face, and her great blue eyes
searched his as though they would
go 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 1 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 haye DONE Bob, oh,
Bob, answer! Answer no, or my
heart will break. or If, Bob. you have
made a mistake, If you have done
that which in your great desire to aid
me and my father seemed justifiable,
but which you now see was wrong,
tell 1t to me, Bob, dear and together
we will try to undo it. We will try
to find a 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. Togther 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 a 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
I 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 IL he be a great, strong
brute like myself, and, Beulah, I have
reached that limit. The day has been
a hard one."
His voice softened and became as
a tired childs.
81 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 I will come back
to you, and together we will see II
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 I 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 find that I have
done wrong, what you call wrong
what your father would call wrong,
1 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 a 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
have often thought some OF the
blackest tragedies of the earth might
have been averted II there had been
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 un-
endurable. Please follow Mr.. Brown
ley that 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 l did not speak to him, for
realized that he was in no mood fol
company. 1 dropped in behind, de-
termined that l would not lose sight
of him. It was almost one o'clock
Wall street was at it's meridian OF
frenzy, every one on 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
| ley broke the street. Made twenty
millions in an hour. Bank failed
Wreck and ruin everywhere. Presi-
dent Snow of Asterfield National q
suicide" Bob gave no sign of hear
ing. He strode with a slow, measured
gait, his head erect his eyes staring
ahead a man thinking, thinking, think
ing for his salvation. Many hurryine
men looked at him, some with an ex-
preston Of unutterable hatred, as
| though they wanted to attack him
Then again there were those who
called him by name with laugh oi
joy: and some turned to watch hin
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 b!
/ IFS buzz Rob saw none Where coulC