The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-12-31

What dyou think he was going to do? He had
sold everything AMI was going to pay back all he
had gotten Dy-oh in the way of practical politics.
He had written his resignation from the organiza-
tion
And now I'm through he said, and grasped
my hand. And you promise me not to let any,
body know my whereabouts?'
was completely taken of my feet before 1
could say anything.
but how about the Kid?' finally gasped and
it as If I had hit him. He tumblei into chair
and cried as never seen manor woman
my moy,' he mumbled to himself. IN ymoy-
what father I've been to him! Not satisfied with
giving him crook for a father, I had to make
him one too"
But you're not all through with politics."
"Po1tics?' he shouted. II pray Id never had
anything to do with that devil!sh game. l only
hope that amt too old to be honest And if I'm
spared until my boy comes home, I'll spend all the
rest o. my life to atone and to win his forgive
never heard from him until ten months later,
just when the Kids time up Then Dave
wrote to me to meet him.
didn't waste moment but chased down to
the Twenty Street dock, where the boat from
the Island comes in. Dave there and he look
ed like different man. All the swell toys were
gone. He looked strong and as healthy as young
fellow, and when looked at his hands I began to
smell at rat.
How d'you find out?' he said and laughed.
Then he started in about the Kid whether he
would forgive him and whether he would speak to
him, until the boat landed.
Ahead Of almost everybody, the Kid was
ing down the plank. He didn't hurry much, but
came up slow and put out his hand to
I'm glad you came down to meet me, it makes
1t less lonely" he said.
waited for him to say something to his father
but he couldn't see him at ALL
'Wil-Wilbur, amt you got word for your
father" the old man kind groaned.
EYES, have word for you but hoped you
would spare me from uttering it, he answered,
his face going white. Then, becoming cooler,
"Ain't you satisfied yet with what you've done?'
he said ''You are nothing to me. Our ways part
here. I'm going in search of my lost integrity;
you go back to your politics and crookedness."
The old man just looked at him with a face
that almost grayish green. Then he hurried
away.
We'll, had to talk like Dutch uncle before
l made an impression the Kid. When told
him how his father had gone back to stone-cutting
the Kid softened considerably. And when threw
out that the old man was all broken up and not
responsible, and, perhaps, liable to do anything
the boy said: Come, must go to him.
The door was locked but heard him inside and
heard something else besides, so put my shoulder
to it. He standing in front of bit of look
ing-glass and tried to hide something as we fell
into the room. We didn't have to it to know
what it y.
The Kid went up to him.
dad, dear old dad. can you forgive me?"
dad, dear old dad, can you forgive me?" he
said, and put his arms around the old man.
That my to take sneak, and was tip
toeing to the door whe nthe Kid said again:
Were going to stick together now amt we? Not
politicians, but just as honest, square men,
The father couldn't answer and you know the
reason why not.
On my way down those four flights o.. stairs
came to the conclusion that it takes lot of prac
tical politics and crookedness to kill the love be-
tween father and