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Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26


drawing him toward tie window.
Not there. Come this way" he said
and hurried toward the porch. He
tried the chapel door. 1t was fast. He
had a key to this In his pocket. He in
serted it with caution. opened the door
noiselessly and went in, the street
preacher at his heels.
What the bishop saw was photo
graphed instantaneously on his mind
in fiery, indelible colors. 1t ate into his
soul like hot iron into quivering flesh,
soaring itself upon his memory. The
evangelist of the pave had been horri-
fed, shocked to word and action; the
bishop was frozen, i~narticulate, i'm
paled. For any evil in Hugh Stires he
was prepared-since the forgery. But
Hugh's companion now was the man
whom he himself had ordained and
anointed by the laying on of hands
with the chrism of his holy ministry.
An irrepressible exclamation burst
from his lips.
With the sound both men at the ia
BILE started to their feet. Hugh, with
a single glance behind him, utterlng a
wild laugh, leaped the railing, dashed
through the study and vanished into
the night. Harry, as though suddenly
turned to stone, stood staring at the
accusatory figure, with the eager form
of the evangelist behind it.
To the bishop it seemed the attitude
of guilt detected.
What was Harry Sanderson thinking
as under that speechless regard he
mechanically gathered the scattered
cards and lifted the little cross and the
unopened bag of double eagles from
the table? Where was the odd excite
ment, the strange exaltation, that had
possessed him? The spindles in his
brain had stilled, and an algid calm
had succeeded as abrupt is the quiet,
deadly assurance with which his mind
now saw the pit into which his own
feet had led him.
He blew out the candle, replaced 1t
carefully in its altar bracket, made
shift to wipe the wax from the table
and slowly, half blindly and without a
word, went into the study.
liz DlSuOD CdlhC u Ndlu, ulCM LII
key from the inside of the study door,
closed it and locked it from the chapel
side. Harry did not turn, but he was
actually conscious of every sound.
He heard the door shut sharply, the
harsh CRATE of the key in the lock, and
theEonnd-camet TO him. like the last
sentence-the realization of a soul on
whom the gate of the good closes for
ever.
In the dark silence of the chapel
Hallelujah Jones smote his thin hands
together approvingly as he followed
the bishop to the outer door. There
the older man laid his hand on his
shoulder.
"Let him that thinketh he stand
eth" he said, take heed lest he fall
Let not this knowledge be spread
abroad that 1t make the unrighteous
to blaspheme. When you pray for
your own soul tonight pray for the
soul of that man from whom Gods
face is turned away!'
Something in the ch%urchless evan
gelist bowed to the voice of ecclesias-
teal authority. He went without a
word.
In the study Harry Sanderson stood
for a moment with the cards and the
bag of double eagles in his hand. FL
nally he put the cards and the canvas
bag m~ethodically into the safe and
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

He bethought himself of his pockets
and went through them m~ethodically
one by one. They yielded several dol
lars in coin, a penknife and a tiny gold
cross. but not a letter. not a scrap Of
paper. nothing to serve him. The
CLEAN of a ring on his finger caught
his eye. He rubbed away the dirt and
carefully examined 1t, wondering II
the stone was real. His hand was
slightly cut and swollen, and the circlet
would not come off. but by shifting 1t
slightly he could see the white depres-
sion made by long wear. The setting
was ar odd one, formed of the twisted
letters Il. S. Those naturally should
be his initials, but there he stopped.
He repeated to himself all the names
he could think of, beginning with S,
but they told him nothing.
He looked himself over again care.
fully, r~eflectively. He put put his hand
and laid it OF the spaniels head.
Its rough tongue licked his fingers
1t held up n fore paw mutely and
lamely. He drew the feverish, dirty
little creature into his lap and exam.
ined the limp member. 1t was broken
"Poor little beggarl" said he under
his breath. $50 you've been knocked
out tool" With his knife he cut a piece
from the lining of his coat and with a
splinter of wood from the floor he set
the fractured bone and wrapped the
leg tightly. The dog submitted with
out a whimper, and when he set 1t
down it lay quietly beside him watch
ing him with affectionate canine solicit
tude.
81 wonder who we are, you and Il"
muttered Harry Sanderson whimsical
ly. 81 wonder!"
The players looked around. One Of
them nodded approvingly.
Fright as a trivetT" he said. II made
a pretty good job Of that cut of yours.
Hurt you muchT"
"No," said Harry. I'm obliged to
you for the attention"
"Foolish to walk on a railroad
track" the other went on. "By your
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

Smouhefed cry. rector himself!
He bent forward, gazing with a tense
and Mortified curiosity.
Five times, ten times, the cards had
changed hands, and with every deal
Harry lost. The gold disks had slip
ped steadily across the table. But he
had seemed to be looking beyond the
ebb and flow of the jettons and the
pale face opposite him that gloated
over its yellow pile. Though that pile
grew larger and larger, Harry's face
had eye changed. Hugh's was the
shaking hand when he discarded, the
convulsed features when he scanned
his draw, the desperate anxiety when
for a moment fortune seemed to wa
yer. He had never in his life had such
luck! He swept his winnings into his
pockets with q discordant laugh as he
noted that of thI contents of the
opened bag Harry had but one double
eagle remaining.
Harry paused an instant. He snap
ped the little gold cross he wore from
its silken tether and set it upright by
him on the table.
His hand won, and the next, and the
next. Hugh boarded his gold; he
staked the red wafers-each one a day!
He had won almost a thousand dollars,
but the second bag had not yet been
opened, and the vampire intoxicaticn
was running molten hot in his veins.
The untouched bag drew him as the
magnet mountain drew the adventur.
GUS Sfndbad-he could have snatched
it in his eagerness. 10,
But the luck had changed. His red
counters diminished, melted. He would
soon have to draw on his real win
nings. Cold beads of sweat broke on
his forehead.
Neither saw the face pressed against
the aperture. Neither guessed the wild
and terrible thoughts that were raging
through the mind of the solitary
watcher as he peered and peered.
Scarce knowing what he did, he clos
ed the panel softly and ran across the
chapel lawn. On the pavement outside
he met a mar approaching. 1t was the
bishop. The excited evangelist did not
know the man. but his eye caught the
ministerial dress, the plain, sturdy pi-
ETY. of the face. In his zeal he saw an
instrument to his hand. He grasped
the bishops arm.
"Quick! Quickv' he gasped. "There's
devil work doing in therel Come and
seel" He fairly pulled him inside the
gate.
The puzzled bishop saw the intense
excitemAnt of the others demeanor
He saw the faint glow in the corner OF
the rose window. Were there thieves
after the altar plate?
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a rocket behind 1t, plunged heavily
A moment later the deep black wa
tiers of 1.-The hole" had closed above
the mass of sentient steel. The swift
current had smoothed away every
trace Of the strange monster 1t had en-
CURED, and there by the side 81 Inc
track, huddled against the broken sig
nal post, his clothing plastered with
mud and CRIME, m%otionless and with
a nasty cut on the temple, lay Harry
Sanderson.
A long, ~saturating peace, a deep and
d%renching darkness, had folded him.
Duly at first, at length more insistent-
ly and sharply, a rhythmic pulsing
sound began to annoy the quietude.
K-track, k-track, k-track-it grew loud
terial; it irritated the calm that had
wrapped the animate universe. AS
though from an Unreasonable distance
he heard a low, continuous roar and
now and again through the roar nearer
voices.
Harry awoke. His mind awoke, but
his eyes did not open at once, for the
gentle swaying that Graded him was
pleasant, and the mufled clack and
hum soothed him like opium. He open
ed his eyes. 1t was daylight. He was
lying on dusty boards that ratified and
vibrated beneath him, the floor of an
empty freight car in motion. A small
brown dog. an abject, muddied and
shivering morsel, was snuggled close to
his side. 1t whined as If with joy to
see his eyes opened, and its stubby tai
beat the floor.
Harry turned his head. Two men In
.dingy garments were seated on the
floor a little distance away thumbing a
decrepit pack of cards over an empty
box. He could see both side faces, one
weather beaten and good humored, the
other crafty-knights of the road.
The sudden movement had sent a
momentary twlnge to his temple. He
put up his hand. 1t touched a coarse
handkerchief that had been Found
tightly about it. The corner hung down.
1t was soiled and stiff with blood.
What was he doing there? Where was
he? Who was he?
1t came to him with a start that he
actually for the moment did not know
who he was-that he had ridiculously
slipped the leash of his identity. He
smiled at his predicament. He would
lie quietly for a few moments, and it
would come. OF course it would comet
Yet it did not come, though he lay
many moments, the fingers OF his mind
fumbling for the latch of the closed
door. He had walked perfectly well,
all save the slight cut on his temple,
and that vas clearly superficial, a
mere scratch. Not a trouble or ankle
ty marred his soul. His mind was as
clear and light as q lark's. Body and
brain together felt as If they had never
had a serious ache in the world. But
all that had preceded his awakening
was gone from him as completely as
though it had had no existence.
Stealthily he rose to a sitting posture
and, with a frown Of humorous per-
plexity, took a swift and silent in
ventory. He scanned his clothing. His
coat was threadbare and, with mud.
oil and coal dust, was in a more dis
reputable state. His wristbands were
grimy, and one cufflink had been torn
away. He had nj hat.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

thing in the penetrating dor of the
contents seemed to cleave through far
mental wastes to an intimate, though
mysterious, goal. He put it to his lips
and drank thirstily.
-As-the burning liquid scorched his
throat a recrudescence of old impulses
surged up through the crust of more
modern usage. The Harry Sanderson
Of the new, remorseful, temperate life,
Of chastened impulses, of o and rule
and reformed habit-the rector of st
James-had been lost or that wild
night ride. The man who had awak.
ened in the freight car was the Satan
Sanderson of four years before.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

k 8 you've
been on the road
long enough to
know better. We
stopped to tank
there, and we
picked you up,
you and your
four lie e d
mate. Musthave
been a bit squif-
fy, eh?"
He winked and
took a flask from
his POI k e t.
"Have a hair of
the dog that bit
your" he said.
Harry took the
flask and, wip-
ing the top on
his sleeve, I'M
cOrked il. Some
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26
Same Effect.

OdmC EHGCIs
"Cyril," said his mother as they sat
down to the breakfast table, did you
wash your face this morning?"
swell, no, mamma" said he slowly.
evidently casting in his mind for an
excuse, "but," he added reassuringly.
II cried a little before l came down
Observation-Disclosures.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26
Chapter 10

- I'VE miles through the
7E dark, under the breath
wv III less, expectant stars.
49, The car was on the
~ broad curve now where
theroad bent to the bluff
above the river to pass the skeleton
railroad bridge. But Harry knew mel
ther place nor time. He was conscious
only of motion-swift, swallow-like, ir-
resistible-this and the racing pictures
In his brain stenciled on the blur of
night that closed around him. These
pictures came and went-the last revel
of the saints when he was Satan San
derson, Hugh sneering at his calling,
Jessica facing him with unbandaged
eyes, Hallelujah Jones preaching IN
the street corner.
Something in Harry's brain seemed
to snap. A tiny shutter, like that of a
camera, fell down. His hands dropped
from the steering wheel, and, swaying
In his seat, he began to sing in a voice
made high and Uneven by the speed of
the car:
palms of victory!
Crowns of glory!
Palms of victory l shall weari"
He sang but the three lines, for
suddenly the car left the road, the in
iated tires rebounded from the steel
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

ridge of the rail
road track, the
forward a
caught an iron
signal post, and
the great motor
car, its shatter-
ed lamp jingling
like q gong, its
pistons thrust
ing in midair,
reared on two
wheels, hurting
its occupant out
like a pebble
thrown from q
sling, half turn
ed and, leaving
a trail of sparks
like the tail of
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

wood. saw thu
CLEAN of a GOLD
piece. the smear
of melted wax
marring the pol
ished oak. The
reddish glow OF
the candle was
reflected on the
players f a C e S
They were gam
bling! At Gods
holy altar and
-6n-Ghrfist.S-ta
blei Who would
dare such a prof
anation?
He craned his
neck. Suddenly
he gave a smoth-
cred cry. The
player facing
him he recog-
nized-itwas the
rector himSelfl
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

w." 1--WE ana QQdlly melteu
away, and, his audience
gone, he folded the camp stool, turned
off the gasoline flare. shut down the
lid of. his melodeon and trundled it up
the street.
AS he pushed up the street he came
curb under the naples. There was nc
n in it, but somewhere in its interior
a muffled whirring throb beat evenly
like a double metallic heart. He
stopped and regarded 1t inquisitively
A rich mans property, to be sure!
He looked up. 1t was at the gate of
the chapel. No doubt 1t belonged to
the fashionable rector who had been
pointed out to him on the street the
day before. He remembered the young,
handsome face, the stylish broadclotb.
Yet it was a beautiful edifice thai
wealth had built there for Christ. He
saw dimly the stone angel standing in
the porch and, leaving his melodeou
on the pavement, entered the gate to
examine 1t.
He noticed now a dim flicker that lit
one corner of the great rose window
Moving softly over the cropped grass
he approached, tilted one of the hinged
panels and peered in. Two men were
there, behind the altar railing, seated
at the communion table.
Hallelujah Jones started back. There
on the table was a bag of coin, card
and counters. They were playing-ht
heard the fall of the cards on the hard
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26
Chapter. II

that tragical wed.
ding day at the white
house in the aspens
Jessica had passe d
through a confusion of
experiences. She had
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

frantic leap to gain his seat, but miss
ed, and the huge armored wheel struck
and hurled him to the gutter.
Harry did not hear the sharp yelp
Of pain. His hand was on the lever,
pushing 1t over, over, to Its last notch.
and the great mechanism. responding
with a leap. sped away. faster and
faster, through the night.
=TNNTA~@
GsEMEA
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26
Chapter IA

n r the man who had been
the subject Of the OBJ
N servations Jessica had
~ = heard had been less alb
" sorbed as he walked
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But she had an overwhelming desire
to satisfy herself with her own eyes,
From where she stood she could not
see the street. She b~ethought herself
OF the upper balcony.
Swiftly she crossed to the hall door,
threw 1t open and ran hastily up the
stair.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

ALLELUJAH JONES
- had finished his labor
IN for the night The
crowd had grown res
N3 tive and finally melted
w. AWAY and his Audience
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-03-26

He sang but the three lines, for
suddenly the a left the road, the in
fiated tires rebounded from the steel
The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-17
A NARROW ESCAPE
FROM TRAGIC END
LA5oRINc MAN THROWN FROM
RAILROAD BRIDGE IN MIDDLE
OF NIGHT-sTRUcK BY SNOW
TRAIN--FELL FIFTEEN FEET
TELLS FISHY TALE.

A stranger giving his name as VIM.
vinson, age So years, Of Mile Lac.
Mimi hobbled into the police head
quarters this morning to tell OF a
miraculous escape which he expert
enced between / and 2 o'clock this
morning.
While crossing the Great Northern
bridge, coming from Moorhead, he was
struck by an engine, eastbound, draw
ing flat cars used for snow train.
and thrown to the ground fifteen feet
below. A badly blackened eye indi-
Gates that he landed head first in the
snow bank along the track. The en-
CINE struck MIN on the hip and that
member is decidedly sore this morning.
Il had no business there" he stated
frankly, and | have no complaint to
offer. I had not taken g. drink ALI last
night and was just as sober then as
/ am now"
vfnson. however. was unable to ex-
plain why ne was out at that unsea-
sonable hour OF the night and In Moor
head He claims to have been employ
ed by the Great Northern in snow
shoveling.
There are features Of the story told
by vinson which might be character
lied as having scales and fins--but
he swears II il all true. He claims to
have pulled himself together after the
train passed, and walked off, little the
worse for the experience. All he want
ed today was a place to rest while
his joints limbered up.
The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-17
COULDN'T STAND
CIVILIZED LIFE
LITTLE WAIF WHO WAS BE.
FRIENDEp sY MooRHEAD FAM
fLY, SHOWS GRATITUDE HY BE-
TRAYlNo THEIR CONFIDENCE
LEFT YESTERDAY.

II little Alfred Peterson, the IA
year -old lad who melted so much SYM
pathy when held by the Fargo police
last week, is picked mp again, it Is
more than likely that no particular
effort VIII be made to keep the .ad
from the state reform school IL was
learned this morning that after being
fitted out with new clothes from mead
TO feet, cleaned up as never before in
his life and allowed TO satisfy fam
ished body the first time in months, he
showed his gratitude to Mr.. and Mrs.
T. j. Berrigan, 515 Fourth street south,
Moorhead. by taking French leave yes
terday afternoon.
The lad was taken into the Berrigan
home and from every indication he was
happy. He was to be kept there for
few days before going to a fine home
in Viding township. Yesterday after
noon he was given 10 cents and sent
down town to purchase two spools of
silk thread. That was about o'clock
in the afternoon. Nothing more has
been seen OF him. II is the opinion or
Mr.. Berrigan that he was enticed away
by some one who knew him. Mr.. Ber-
rigan stated today that he had the sat
isfaction OF knowing that the boy was
clothed In proper manner for the cold
weather
The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-17
CITY IS INVADED
BY COAT THIEVES
TWO ENTER PLEAS or GUILTY
BEFORE JUDGE MARTIN RYAN
THIS MORNING AND WILL EAT
THANKSGIVING TURKEY WITH
SHERIFF BOYLE.

With the advent OF the first bliz-
card, coat thieves are in evidence
about the city. The police are OF
divided opinion as to the motive of
these crimes. Some believe that the
larceny is committed for the purpose
Of breaking into jail while others be-
lieve that 1t is simply to get posses
sion of the heavy garments that the
statutes of the state are fractured
In the police court this morning
Peter Anderson and Carl ANDERSON
were arraigned this morning TO an
swer charges Of petty larceny, before
Judge Martin Ryan. ANDERSON is
charged with robbing a dummy in
front of clothing store on Front
street while Anderson was charged
with stealing a sheep skin lined gar
ment from the N. r. depot last even
ing. The coat was the property OF
Gustaf Tempe. a farmer who resides
four miles south OF the city, who was
waiting the arrival OF a train from
the west,
Tempe was walking about the wait
ing room and returning to his seat he
became aware that his coat was stolen.
Jumping into a hack he followed the
man he suspected to a Front street
second hand store where he was cap
tured and brought to the police sta
tion.
Neither of the men hesitated about
pleading guilty. They were held to
the county court where they will be
arraigned to plead guilty this week
The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-17
WOULD POKE HOLES in LAW
Lawyers Are Locking For Flaws IL
Corporation Tax Enactment.

GNUyS'S NV -S~HhV6 w
Corporation Tax Enactment
Washington, Nov. irwin the best
corporation lawyers in the world
burning midnight electricity trying TO
poke holes in the new corporation tax
law, 1t is feared that it's weak point
has been discovered by the man who
must enforce It,
Franklin Macveagh, secretary of the
treasury, and Commissioner Gabell, OF
the internal revenue division, would
rest much better IL they were satisfied
that the new act did not impose a tax
Of per cent upon the interest received
by corporations rom government
bonds. Commissioner GabelI has pass
ed the problem along to Secretary
MacVeagh. He is now considering
that and several other perplexing
questions preparatory to putting an o.
K on the official circular which the
division of internal revenue will issue
as soon as the doubts can be cleared
up.
II the question is sent by the treas
ury department to Attorney General
Wickersham, he is prepared to hold
promptly that the bonds are not tax
able. He drew the act and depends
upon the statute putting United States
bonds outside of the reach of he tax
collector o keep the tax whole under
the assaults Of the corporations.
The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-17

Many Fargoans VIII be greatly in
terested in the meeting at the Broad
way Methodist Episcopal church this
evening, especially the members of the
church, as a former pastor will be the
principal speaker OF the evening"
This pastor is Rev. c. E. vermflya.
district superintendent of the Minot
district with headquarters at Minot
Rev Verlnilya was one of the pastors
OF the Broadway church that had a
hand In building it up to its present
high standing. He was in charge Oh
the Fargo pulpit when the church
name was changed from the Roberts
Street church to it's present title and
when the present church building was
erected.
From 1902 to 1905 Rev. verniiya
labored among the Broadway Methn-
dists. During that time he made a
host Of friends, not only among his
parishioners, but among the people 81
the city In general. who were drawn
to him for his earnest christian work
and the excellent things he accom-
plished in his congregation while ne
was its pastor He arrived In the
city this morning and there will be q
large number Of people who will turn
out this evening to greet him.
Or. PIannette Spoke Last Night
At the meeting last night in the
The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1909-11-17
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