The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-10-17

and not until then did | abandon the
hopeless struggle
And / did not go over TO the ban
dts; simply resumed my own neg
lected personal affairs and malo WllC
Week at least a personal triumph
There is nothing OF the spectacular
in my makeup. ! have no belief in
the value of martyrs and martyrdom.
Causes are not wou-and in my hum
Bile opinion never have been won-in
the graveyards. Alive and afoot and
armed, and true to my cause, | am
the dreaded menace to systematic and
respectable robbery What possible
good could have come of mobs killing
me and the bandits dividing my
estate?
But why should seek to Justify
myself? / care not rap for the
opinion of my fellow men. They
sought my life when they should have
been hailing me as deliverer; now,
they look up to me because they false
ly believe me guilty of an infamy.
My guards expected to be recalled
on Tuesday. But Melville heard
what Crawford had done about me.
and straightway used his influence to
have me detained until the new grip
Of the old gang was secure. Saturday
afternoon we put in at Newport for
the daily communication with the shore.
When the launch returned, Mulholland
brought the papers to me, lounging
aft in mass of cushions under the
awning 1--WE are going ashore" said
he. "The order has come"
! | had a sudden sense of loneliness.
'Ill take you down to New York"
said |. 81 prefer to land my guests
where shipped them"
AS we steamed slowly westward l
read the papers. The country was
rapidly readjusting itself, was return.
ing to the conditions before the up
heaval The "financiers"-the same
old gang, except for few of the
weaker brethren ruined and few
strong outsiders. who had slipped in
during the confusion--were employing
all the old, familiar devices for deceiv.
ing and robbing the people. The up.
set milking-stool was righted. and the
mixer was seated again nd busy, the
good old COW standing without so
much as shake of horn or switch OF
tail. "Mulholland," said I, what do
you think of this business of liying?"
"I'll tell you, Mr. Blackjack" said
he, II used to fuss and fret a good
deal about it. But don't any more
I've got house up in the Bronx, and
bit of land round 1t. And there
Mrs. Mulholland and four little Mulhol
lands and me-that's my country and
my party and my religion. The rest
is off my beat. and l don't give q
damn for 1t. / don't care which fakil
gets to be president, or which swim
dler gets to be rich. Everything
works out somehow, and the bes
any man en- do is to mind his owr
business"
"Mulholland-Mrs. Standardization
little Mulhollands," said /, reflectlvely
That's about as much as one mar
could attend to properly. And-yo,
are on the level aren't you?"
Some say honestys the best pol
ICY" replied he. Some say it isn't
don't know, and don't care, wheth
err 1t is or 1t isn't. It's my policy
And we six seem to have got along
on it so far"
sent my guests" ashore the mex
morning.
mo, I'll stay aboard" said | t.
Mulholland, as he stood aside for me
to precede him down the gangwa.
from the launch. | went into thu
watch-pocket of my trousers and drew
out the folded two 81 ,000-bills always
carried--it was a habit formed in m!
youthful, gambling days. l hande'
him one of the bills. He hesitated.
For the four little Mulhollands,"
urged.
He put 1t in his pocket I watched
him and his men depart with heav!
heart. l felt alone, horribly alone
without a tie or an interest. Som'
Of the morning papers spoke respect
fully of me as one Of the strong mel
who had ridden the flood and hat
been landed by 1t on the heights o
wealth and power. Admiration ant
envy lurked even in sneers at m,
subscriptions plotting" Since / hat
wealth, plenty of wealth, | did no
need character OF what use wal
character in such world except al
a commodity to exchange for wealth
ANY orders, sir?" interrupted m,
captain.
looked round that vast and vivi,
scene of sea and land activities.
looked along the city's titanic skyline
the mighty fortresses of trade AM
commerce piercing the heavens ant
! flinging to the wind their black ban
q ners of defiance. | felt that / wa
under the walls of hell itself.
5 ITO get away from this" replied
{ to the waiting captain. Go bacl
T. down the Sound-to Dawn Hill"
, Yes, l would go to the peaceful
soothing country, to my dogs an
q horses and those faithful servant
. bound to me by our common love TO