The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-01-19

Still less did he see the beauty which underlay John Fowler's mysticism-the Q glory undimmed that made bright for him all the shadows of this world when, like him of Mount Horeb. he could say, T testify my Savior openly I am ready for the everlasting light that shall shine upon me"
 From the long result of centuries of education, practically free and com pulsory by the weight of public opin- lon, 5ohn Kahn was shut out and nev- CT knew 1t. He lived in Scotland, sur rounded with the up-to-date luxuries, and they were to him but pearl and barbaric gold. He rushed hither and thither in Mercedes motor-cars. He conducted complex businesses accord- Ing to the ideas of Jacob Romer. But the foundation of the man was s un- Scottish as if he had been a Norman captain of Duke Williams sailing out from Saint Valery-sur-Somme.
 Cunning and ready of ruse, Kahn was no coward. He would turn to bay with a snap of white teeth like the wolf of his mountains. He had by no means given up all hope of Vida. though to MT. Romer he never more mentioned her name.
 He had accompanied the fitting to the sea cottage. though none had seen him. Vida heard his footstep, even in the distance the throb of his automo- bile. He knew how often Phil Calmont found his way thither. And he was an unseen assistant" in the French sense, at the water promenades under the cliffs of Rough Island. He had the most powerful binocular possible, spe- cially made by Aitchison of London, and through it he watched with anger and jealousy the little attention which the young people bestowed upon Dicks ceaseless lectures on ornithology. He had his suspicious. too, as to the hands under the waterproof covering. And only the fear of 8 law other than his own prevented him from putting a bull let through Phil Calmont as he rode slowly homewards in the long spring gloamings.
 q knew one was dead; I thought the other was" he had explained to MT. Romer. "Helstone thought the same, that was why we left The Good Intent, the last men on board. That is why 1 sent you the telegram. At the time I thought the news would hardly be unwelcome"
 How dare you thinlo2" cried Jacob Romer. And he raised his hand to strike But the little foxy Serb never finch ed. To raise the hand in anger was to bring things to a common denom- inator. He understood striking, and doubted not that, if the worst came to the worst, he would easily have the best of it. In a settled country it gives a man great power to be with out moral scruples, without fear, and with an ancestry behind him which holds it much easier to kill than to pay rates.
 Sole among those with whom he came in contact Vic Morris had somethinR of that same wild spirit. Instinctively James Kahn recognised the man who stood willing to back his opinion with his life. But he did not mean to let Phil Calmont come between him and his projects.
 It Is doubtful if the Serbs court ing of Vida had anything beyond the admiration of interest in it. He would as soon have made Rose Nunsby the object of his plans. He had been ready to condemn Vida to death, and with her an entire pit swarming with men and boys. For this no remorse haunted him. The plan had failed, that was all. Yet he had been prominent in the after-search. He had superintended the placing of the new pumping plant which was to empty pit No. ?. He had been a large subscriber to the fund for the widows and orphans. His word had gone far in obtaining that crown ing grace for the widoys-that they should remain in their houses during the winter. There was no needless cru city about James Kahn.
 Only he drove straight to his goal. And whoever or whatever stood in his way. he would crush without a tn ought like a wriggling worm under the wheels of his 60-horsepower car.