The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1910-09-30

| Win the small store of coke remaining
IN the foundry yards, the pipe pits
were kept at work BY this time the
promoter president was little better
than madman, fghting like a ber-
serker and breeding a certain awed re-
spect In the comment OF those who had
hitherto held him only as a shrewd
schemer.
And Thomas Jefferson; how did this
return TO prlmordial chaos, brought
about In no uncertain sense by his
own premedltated act, affect himR Only
a man quite lost to all promptinEs OF
the grace that saves and softens could
look unmoved on the burnlngs and
! riotings, the cruel wastlngs and the
| bloodlettinEs, one would say
! When he was not gallopinR Saladn
afar In the country roads to the land
ward side Of Paradise. Tom Gordon
was idling purposefully I'm the Leban m
| forests, with the fowling piece under
/ his arm and Japhets Pettigrass'
| dog trotting soberly at heel as care
| free, 70 all appearances, as a schooi-
| boy home for holiday.
II was on an evening a fortnight
after the furnace had gone out OF blast
for lack OF fuel that Caleb followed his
son out on the yeranda. The Indian
summer was stiu at its best. and since
the early frosts there had been a re-
turn Of dry weather and mild tempera-
lures, with warm, soft nights when the
blue haze seemed to hold all objects In
suspension.
Tom had pushed out a chair for his
father, when he suddenly became aware
40 ~NE L.
ming and murmuring to the familiar
orb and sigh Of the great furnace
blowing engines. He started up quick
ly
What's that7" he demanded. Sure
ly they haven't blown in again?"
Caleb nodded assent
Il reckon so. Colonel Duxbury al
lowed to me this mornin' that he was
about out o. the woods-in spite of
you, he said: as II you'd been the one
that was doin' him up"
But he can't bel" exclaimed Tom.
so earnestly and definitely that the
mask fell away and the father was no
longer deceived.
I'm only tellin' you what he allowed
to me, son. reckoned he was about
all in, quite a spell ago; but you can't
tell nothing by what you see-when
it's Colonel Duxbury He got two car
loads o. new men to-day and he's
shippin' Pocahontas coke. and gettin'
it here, too"
You feazed me a little at first: but
I think 1 know now what has happen
ed"
Caleb took time to let the remark
sink in. II carried inferences
Buddy, l been suspectin' for a good
while back that you know more about
this sudden smash-up than you've let
on. Do your"
q know all about it" was the quiet
rejoinder.
You do?"
Tom held up his hand for silence. A
man had let himself in at the roadway
gate and was walking rapidly up the
path to the house. It was Norman:
and after a few hurried words in pri-
vate with Tom, he went as he had
come. declining Calebs invitation to
stay.
When the gate latch clicked at Nor |
mans outgoing, Tom had risen and |
was knocking the ash from his pipe |
and buttoning his coat
Il was admitting that l knew" he |
said. II can tell you more now that l
could a moment ago, because the time
for which l have been waiting has
come You remarked that you thought
the Farleys were at the end of their
rope. They were not until to-day, but
to-day they are. Every piece OF prop
erty they have. including Warwick
Lodge, is mortgaged to the hilt, and
this afternoon Colonel Duxbury put
his Chiawassee stock into Hennikers
hands as security for a final loan-so
Norman tells me. Perhaps it would in
,erest you a trihe to know something
about the figure at which Henniker
accepted It,"
1T would, for a fact, Buddy"
We'll, he took it for less than the
annual dividend that it earned the year
We ran the plant; and between us two,
les scared to death, at that"
"Why, Buddy, son! we're plum ruin
.d-and SOS old Major Dabney!"
Don't you worry pappy. Our part,
ince Colonel DuXbury saw fit to freeze
Is out, is to say nothing and saw wood
{ the Major comes to you, you can tell ,
lin that my word to him holds good:
lie can have par for Ardea's stock any
ime he wants 1t, and he could have it
ust the same If Chiawassee were
yiped off the map-as it's going to
e"
But Tom; tell me-"
mot yet, pappy; be patient just a
title while longer and you shall know 6
II there is to tell. I'm leaving you
18th a clean conscience to say to any
ne who asks that you don't know"
Caleb had struggled up out Of his :
hair and now he laid a hand on his
on's shoulder.
I amt askin', Buddy" he said, with
tremulous quaver in his voice; II d
int askin a livin' thing. I'm just a. c
opin'-hopin' I'll walks up bime-by e
nd find it's on'y bad dream" Then, f
18th sudden and agoniztng emphasis: f
They been butcherin' one mother down y
1nder for four long weeks!" y
Il can't help that!" was the savage r
ssponse. TITS a battle to the death, :
I'D the smoke of it has got into my
ood. If l believed in God, as I used
once, I'd be down on my knees to q
i'm this minute, asking Him to let me L
re long enough to see these two hypo- il
itical thieves-thugs-san aggers--
t the bottom!"
He turned away, walked to the north
Id Of the veranda, where the flare Of "
e rekindled furnace was redly visible Il
'er the knolls, and presently came
-ck. II
Il said you should know after a lit
}: you may as well know not. / plan a
ID this thing; l set out to break =
en-; and, as it happened, 1 wasn't q D
oment too soon. In another week you
ID Major Dabney would have had a