The Washington herald., 1909-07-11
The Overload
By C.in L. Lyman
Ccontinued from page o.

what possessed your" he was asking
ana his sOicitude was tinged with the
arrogant impatience she had come 10
know so well. 1T was mndness 20 come,
you might have been killed"
You are hurt she murmured vague
~, scarcely cOmprehending as yet as she
gazcd upon a tiny stream OF blood trick
ling from his forehead "IIow did Il
hupponT
"It Is nothing II was with the new
men. knew there would be trouble.
received q glancing blow from brick,
lie knew there would be troubled sud
denly the swelling tide OF remembrance
swept over her at It's ful. She rose 90
her feet ana stood upon the warehouse
steps to which he had borne her, gaz-
Ing over the squire.
Sclin stood quietly near at hand. I'm
charge OF guardsmau. Other soldiers
were near forming detachment evi-
IDENTIFY left TO guard the mill owner The
police had cleared the square which was
now frlnged with scOwllng, execrating
spectators, watching the grim work en-
progress within the area. For bells
changed as patrol wagons ana ambu.
lnnces turned and sped toward the town.
ne one hlled with shackled prisoners.
the other with burdens that monned aud
Writhed I'm torment or lay still I'm piteous
iilence. And. finally, In a mOmcntary
lull, there sounded the rhythmic thud Of
dect marching down Chatham street yon-
der Tramp, tramp. tramp went the
guardsmen, conducting TO their boarding
houses the huddle OF strike breakers un-
scathed.
"A u,h.h"
Alicia turned at the sound, n sigh OF
appalling satisfaction. Eric Carton was
not looking at her, he was not looking at
the stunned angry crowI. which viewed
MIN as pariah, nor ut the knots Of
men I'm the square. who tenderlv lifted
their tragic burdens into the waiting am
bulances. lie did not hear the means
or agony. the bitter walling Of women
ana children torturing the hearts that
bent about him.
His eyes were fixed upOn the khaki.
clad. escortfng column far down chat.
nam street, his ears drank In the rhyth.
mic thud OF marching feet the sweet
music or embodied force that served law
ana order at the gate OF death. Square
jawed and indomitable, thin-lipped and
with cruel eyes that glittercd like an
eagles he revced In his triumph. In
him there breathed the spirit OF n pred-
atory, bygone time when might made
right, when men were ground beneath
nm Iron heel The incarnation OF the ego
was this Carton. his dead fathers son,
ruthless and militant. the oveTlord
THE backbone OF the strike is bro
ken,' he said I'm cool appraisal. "Now
they know who runs my business"
The girl had turned away. she scarcely
heard him. For strange thing had
come TO pass for her who for the first
time In her guarded life had seen life
raw this dav.
hcralded the soft approach OF summer
twilight Upon the roofs over the area
~ tragedy the birds OF the air twittered
their vespers. And I'm the mind or Alicia
the vague, troubled questionngs or re-
cent days. the grim. Illuminating lessons
or this fatefu hour found solution I'm a
gracious dream. A beautiful dream II
was, a dream OF uplifting dedication to
the service OF Gods lesser ones while
life should last for her. Now she knew
truly why she had come TO her own
country. knew the mission OF her ripe
lovely womanhood,- the mission Of her
abundant substance. IL was that SHE
might serve n law Infinitely higher than
hat Of men at the gate OF death. the
aw OF the gate OF life. the law of the
Prince or Peace.
Mechanically with ewes strangely lum
lnous I'm the light OF the fading doy she
descended the steps. The voice Of one
she had forgotten broke I'm upon the
dream.
'You are beautiful tonight Alicia. more
beautiful than ever" catch in the deep
voice. "Ah what a risk you have run
ana you came-fOr me-"
She moved aside from his outstretched
hand. Her eyes, bright with tears, looked
far past him and upward to heights he
would never see.
For youT' she repeated brokenly
moi Thank GOdl Now know-for
themv'