The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1907-04-19


competent enough to be free, ther
and not until then did abandon IN.
hopeless struggle.
And did not go over TO the ban
dts; / simply resumed my own neg
lected personal affairs and made Wild
! Week at least personal triumph.
There is nothing OF the spectacular
in my makeup. have no belief in
the value of martyrs and martyrdom
Causes are not won-and in my hum
BILE opinion never have been ,won-ir
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 I seek to Justify
myself? | care not a rap for the
opinion OF my fellow men. They
sought my life when they should have
been hailing me as a 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 Wa put in at Newport for
the daily COMMUNICATION with the shore.
When the launch returned, Mulholland
brought the papers to me, lounging
aft in a mass of cushions under the
awning. I'VE are going ashore" said
he. The order has come"
] had sudden sense of loneliness.
I'll take you down to New York"
said l. Il prefer to land my guests
where | shipped them"
As We steamed slowly westward |
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 a few of the
weaker brethren ruined and a 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
tall. "Mulholland.' said ], what do
you think of this business of living?"
I'll tell you, Mr.. Blackjack" said |
he. Il used to fuss and fret a good |
deal about it. But | don't any more.
I've got a house up in the Bronx. and |
bit OF land round it, And there's |
Mrs. Mulholland and four little Mulhol- |
ands and me-thats my country and |
my party and my religion. The rest |
s OFF my beat, and | don't give a
iamn for it, don't care which fakir
gets to be president. or which swim
Her gets to be rich Everything
works out somehow. and the best
my man en- do is TO mind his own
business"
"Mulholland-Mrs. Mulholland-four
title Mulhollands," said !, refiectively.
That's about as much as one man
'ould attend to properly And--you
re on the level aren't you?"
Some say honesty's the best pol
cy," replied he. Some say it isn't.
don't know, and don't care, wheth-
II ii is or it isn't. It's my policy.
md we six seem TO have got along
N II so far"
sent my guests" ashore the next
morning.
No, III stay aboard" said to
as he stood aside for me
D precede him down the gangway
rom the launch. | went into the
latch pocket of my trousers and drew
ut the folded two. 81 .00O-bills / always
was a habit formed in my
gambling days. handed
i'm one of the bills. He hesitated.
For the four little Mulhollands,"
rged.
He put ii in his pocket / watched
i'm and his men depart with heavy
cart. | felt alone, horribly alone.
'ithout tie or an interest. Some
the morning papers spoke respect
lily of me as one of the strong men
BIO had ridden the flood and had
cen landed by 1t on the heights of
ealth and power Admiration and
IVY lurked even in sneers at my
plotting" Since had
ealth, plenty of wealth. / did not |.
eed character. OF what use was
laracter in such a world except az
commodity to exchange for wealth?
ANY orders, sir?" interrupted my J
lptain.
! looked round that vast and vivid
,ene of sea and land activities.
oked along the city's titanic skyline
the mighty fortresses of trade and y
piercing the heavens and
nging to the wind their black ban
RS of defiance. ! felt that | was
lder the walls of hell itself
ITO get away from this" replied I
the waiting captain. GO back
'wn the Sound-to Dawn HILL" q
Yes. ! would go to the peaceful.
othing Country. to my dogs and ;,
rises and those faithful servants !,