Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1907-04-20


had frightful struggle to keep her
father from, going insane. She told
me that for three days and nights she
kept him locked in their rooms at their
hotel in Baltimore, to prevent him
from hunting Reinhart and his lawyer
Rettybone and killing them both, but
that at last she got him Gained down
and together they have been planning.
Jim, it was tough to sit there and
listen to the schemes to recoup that
this old gentleman and this girl, for
she is only FL, have tried to hatch up.
The tears actually rolled down my
cheeks as / listened; ! couldn't help
it; you couldn't either, Jim. But at
last out of all the plans considered,
they found only one that had tint Of
hope in it, and the serious mention of
even that one, Jim, in any but pres
ent circumstances, would make you
think we were dealing with lunatics.
But the girl has succeeded In making
me think Il worth trying. Yes Jim,
she has, and l have told her so, and
hope to God that that hard-headed
horse-sense of yours win not make you
sit down on it,"
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 deer bucks in the au-
tumn woods. He faced me with his
hands clinched.
! Jim Randolph" he went on, "as
listened to that girls story of the ter
rible cruelty and devlish treachery
practiced by the human hyenas you
and l associate with, human hyenas
who, when in search Of dirty dollars
the only thing they know anything
about--put to shame the real beasts
of the wilds--when l listened, 1 tell
you that felt 1t would not give me a
twings OF conscience to put a ball
through that slick scoundrel Reinhart.
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 hon
est uses than the trapping OF victims
on whose purses his gutter-born mas
ter has set lecherous eyes. And, Jim,
as l listened. troop OF old friends
invaded my memory-friends whom l
have not seen since before / went to
Harvard, friends with whom / spent
many a happy hour in nay old Virginia
home, friends born of my imagination,
stalwart, rugged crusaders, who car
ried the sword and the cross and the
banner inscribed For Homer and for
God Old friends who would troop
into nay boyhood and trumpet, Bob,
don't forget, when you're q 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 reproachfuI
eyes, as they said, You are well on the
road, Bob BROMLEY, and In time your
heart and soul will bear the hallmark
OF the snaky S on the two upright
bars, and you will be but a frenzied
fellow in the Dirty Dollar army. Jim,
Jim Randolph, as / listened TO that
agonizing tale of the changing Of that
girls heaven to hell, did not see that
halo you and have thought surround
ed the sign Of Randolph & Randolph.
l did not see 1t, Jim, but did see my.
self, and l didn't feel proud of the
picture. My God, Jim, is It possible
you and have Joined the nobility of
Dirty Dollarsi Is It possible we are
leaving trails along our life's path like
that Reinhart left through the home
OF these Virginlans, such trails as this
girl has shown me?"
Bob had worked himself into a state
OF frenzy had never seen him so ex-
cited as when he stood In front Of me
and almost shouted this fierce self
denunciation.
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