The Nevada County picayune., 1907-11-21
aCopyriSht, 1907. Doubleday Page & Col
CHAPTER VI.-continued.
Author of "Frenzied Finance"

CHAPTER V.-Continued.
 She had drawn his head down close fao her face, and her great blue eyes searched his as though they would go 10 his very soul. She was a child in her simple appeal for him to allow her 10 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 4er'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 I have suffered. Tell me that the suicides and the convicts, I&e daughters dragged to shame and 4he mothers driven to the madhouse as a result of this panic, cannot be charged to anything unfair or dshon- ,orable that you have 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 Ene and my father seemed justifiable, but which you now see was wrong, tell it 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 Together we will go to him and | 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 man to suffer, even if he be a great. strong brute like myself and Beulah, l have Terached that limit. The day has been q hard one"
 His voice softened and became as a tired child's.
 q must go into the hustle of the street, into the din and sound and get down my nerves and get back my head Then I shall be able to think clear and true, and l will come back 10 you, and together We will see if I have done anything that makes me anft 10 touch the cheek and the hands and the lips of the best and most beautiful woman God ever put upon earth. Beulah, you know 1 would not deceive you to save my body from the fires of this world. and my soul from 4{he torture of the damned, and promise you that if find that l have done wrong. what you call wrong. what your father would call wrong, 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. eir Randolph, go with him. He is soul dazed One can never tell what heart snrely perpleXed will prompt its own CT 10 do. Often in the night when l have got myself into 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 biackest tragedies of the earth might have been ayerted if there had been q 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- endurabie. Please follow Mir. Brown ley than you may be ready. should his awakening to what he has done be come uubearable. Tell him the dread cd morroWs are never as terrible act ually as they seem in anticipation"
 I overlook Bob just outside the of ice. l did not speak to him, for realized that he was in no mood for company. I dropped in behind, de. Cermned that l would not lose sight of him, It was almost one o'clock. Wall street was at its meridian of frenzy, every one on a 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 Asterfleld National Q