Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1907-06-20

hope In II, and the serious mention OF
ent circumstances, would make you
think we were dealing with lunatics.
But the girl has succeeded in making /
me think II worth trying. Yes, Jim,
she has, and have told her so, and !;
hope to God that that hard-headed !
horse-sense of yours will not make you
sit down on it." I
Bob BROMLEY had got to his feet:
he was slipping the shackles of that
fiery, romantic, southern passion that
years in college and Wall street had
taught him to keep prisoner. His eyes
were flashing sparks. His nostrils
vibrated like a deer bucks in the au-
tumn woods. He faced me with hisl
hands clinched.
Jim Randolph" he went on, "as Il
listened to that girls story of the ter
rible cruelty and devlish treacheryI
practiced by the human hyenas you
and i associate with, human hyenasl
who, when in search of dirty dollars,
the only thing they know anything
about-put to shame the real beasts
of tho wilds-when I listened, tell
you that felt it would not give me a
twinge Of conscience to put a ball
through that slick scoundrel Reinharti
Yes, and that hired cur Of his. too,
who prostitutes a good family name
and position, and an inherited ability
the Almighty intended for more hon7
est uses than the trapping Of Victims
ON whose purses his gutter-born mas
ter has set lecherous eyes. And, Jims
as l listened, a troop Of old friends
invaded my memory-friends whom
have not seen since before / went to
! Harvard, friends with whom spent
many q happy hour in my old Virginia
home, friends born of my imagination
stalwart, rugged crusaders, who carl
ried the sword and the cross and the
banner inscribed For Honor and for
God Old friends who would troop,
into my boyhood and trumpet, Bob.
don't forget, when you're man, that
the goal is honor, and the code: Do
unto your neighbor as you would have
your neighbor do unto you. Don't for
get that millions is the crest OF the
groundlings.' And, Jim, l thought my
friends looked at me with reproachful
eyes, as they said, You are well on the
road, Bob Brownley, and in time your
heart and soul will bear the hallmark
Of the snaky 8 on the two upright
bars, and you will be but frenzied
fellow in the Dirty Dollar army JIM
Jim Randolph, as l listened to that
agonizing tale of the changing Of that
girls heaven to hell, l did not see that
halo you and have thought surround
ed the sign of Randolph & Randolph.
l did not see It, Jim, but l did see my
self, and / didn't feel proud OF the
picture. My God, Jim, is 1t possible
you and l have joined the nobility of
Dirty Dollars? Is it possible we are
leaving trails along our life's path like
that Reinhart left through the homa
of these Virginians, such trails rs this
girl has shown me?"
Bob had worked himself into 4 state
Of frenzy. had never seen him 40 ex.
cited az when he stood in front of me
and almost shouted this fierce self
denunciation.
TUT hC@NOu o6A0D oODT pun jour
self together" I urged. THE captain
on the bridge there is staring at you
wild-eyed. and Katherine will be VI
here to see what has happened. Now
be q good fellow, and let US talk thil
thing over in q sensible way. At the
gait you are going We can do nothing
- help cut your friends. Besides
what IL there for you and me to TAX,
ourselves to task for! We are nc
wreckers and none of our dollars 4,
stained with Frenzied Finance. Ny
father, as you know. despised Reinhart
and his sort as much az We do. b
yourself. What does this girl wan
you to dor II It ia anything in reason
call It done. for you know there II
nothing wont do for you At the ask
, ing
Continual next week