Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-09-30
FRANCIS LYNDE


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greater-that he had come to fling
| their misfortunes into the faces of the
father and the son, and to tell them
| that the work was his He heard only
| the voice Of the savage in his heart
and that was whispering, xiii! kilt"
1t was close on midnight when the
door giving on the porch opened and
the two men stood on the threshold
| The younger of the two was speaking
It's qufeter than usual tonight
! That was a good move-getting Lud-
! low and the two Helgersons Jailed. I
I was In hopes we could snaff1e old Ca
leb with the others. He pretends to be
| peacemaking, but as long as he is loose,
these fools will hang to the idea that
| they're fighting his battle against u.s."
1T is already fought" said the older
man, dejectedly. My luck has gone
| When Henniker puts us to the wall,
we shall be beggars,"
The young mans rejoinder was an
! exclamation of contempt.
You've lost your nerve. What you
| need most is to go to bed and sleep.
| Wait for me till I've made a round OF
| the guards, and We'll go home. Better
| ring up the surrey right now"
| He left the porch on the side near
est the furnace, and Gordon saw an
active figure glide from the shelter Of
a fiask-shed and go in pursuit. He
| followed at a distance It was needfui
only that he should know where to find
| Farley when Kincaid should have
squared his account
| The leisurely chase led the round OF
| the great gates first, and thence
| through the deserted and ruined coke
yard to the foot of the huge Stag dump.
cold now from the long shut down
Tom looked to see Farley turn ba TX
| from the toe of the dump. There were
no gates on that side of the yard. and
consequently no guards.
But the short cut to the office was
| up the slope of the dump and along the
| railway track over which the drawings
| Of molten Stag were run out to be
spilled down the face of the decliv
| ity. There had been no Stag drawing
| since the new "blow-in'' earlier in the
| day; but while he was watching TO
| keep Farley in sight In the intervals
between the gas fares Gordon was
| conscious of the note of preparation be-
hind him: the slackening of the blast,
| the rattle and clank of the dinkey To-
connective pushing the dumping ladle
| into place under the furnace lip.
| Farley had taken two or three
scrambling steps up the rough scanned
! declivity when the workmen tapped the
furnace There was a suffering roar
and the air was filed with coruscating
| sparks.
Then the stream of molten matter
| began to pour into the great ladle, a
| ~
4, trunnions and mounted on skeleton
! fiat car; and for Gordon, standing at
| the corner oe the ore shed with his
back to the Stag drawers, the red glow
picked out the man scrambling up the
| miniature mountain of COOLER scoria-
| this man and another man running
| swiftly to overtake him.
| He looked on coldly until he saw
! Kincaid head off the retreat and face
| his adversary. Instantly there was a
| squirt of fire from pistol in Farley's
| right hand, a brief flash with the re-
| port swallowed up in the roar from the
| furnace lip. Then the two men closed
| and rolled together to the bottom of
| the slope, and Gordon turned his back
| When he looked again the trampling
| note of the big blast-engines had
| oufckened to it's normal beat, the blow
| hole was plugged with It's stopper of
damp clay, and a red twilight born of
the reflection from the surface of the
| great pot of seething Stag had succeed
| ed to the binding glare. Where there
| had been two men locked in struggle
| there was now only one, and he was
| lying quietly with one leg doubled un-
der him Gordon set his teeth in an
cry disappointment. Had Kinca:d
|
broken his compact!
| The frst-long drawn exhaust of the
dinkey engine moving the Stag kettle
out to it's splitting place ripped the ST.
| lence Gordon heard-and he did not
hear: he was watching the prone fig
ure at the dumps toe. When it should
rise. he meant to fire from where he
The murder thought contemplated
nothing picturesque or dramatic. 1t
was merely the dry thirst for the blood
| Of a mortal enemy.
| The putting locomotive had pushed
the slag-pot halfway to the track end
before Farley sat up as ono daZed and
| seemed to be trying to get on his feet.
| Twice and once again he assayed j.,
| falling back each time upon the bent
| and doubled leg. Then he looked up
| and saw the slag-car coming; saw and
| cried out as men scream in the death
agony. The end rails of the dumping
track were fairly above him.
Gordon heard the yell Of terror and
witnessed the frenzied efforts of the
| doomed man to rise and get out of the
path OF the impending torrent. Where
upon the murder demon whispered IN
| his ear again. Farley's foot was caught
| in one Of the many sears or seams IN
| the lava bed. 1t was oniy necessary 10
wait, to withhold the merciful bullet,
| to go away and leaves the wretched
man to his fate.
| Like bolt from the heavens. into
| the very midst of the cold-blooded,
murderous triumph, came long-neg-
lected form of words, writing itself N
| flaming letteds in his brain: Inou
| shalt do no murder" And after 1t an
other: But I say unto you, love your
enemies, bless them that curse you, DO
| good to them that hate YOU"
Something gripped him and before
y too he rxval