El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-10-17
From Yesterday.

the answer2 no. no, Toni You and
I have deluded ourselves with that no
ton long enough. Not I. but the eo-
pie. are going to whip Macpherson. !"
Haggin snorted IN profound disgust
Jaw. g'wanl You talk like Paul in
his speeches. They're goin' to do it
fer you. Guess that means you're do
in It."
Bah! why should they do it for
meT'
Haggin's brow puckered over the
problem 81 know. but I dunno how
to say It. If the peoples dom it all.
what are you workin' so hard fer. half
KILN yourself? Even you can't stand
the pace you're settin'."
''You can't understand" Bob growl-
ed helplessly- 'Tve got to"
It was quite true what Haggin sug-
gested. The strain was telling even
on Bob's strength. But feverish activ-
ity was a necessity TO him to deaden
all thought Of the thing that haunted
him-the face Of a woman whom he
had brutally struck down in his wild
anger
But his work told. The city was in
a turmoil Of political excitement The
press reveled in the opportunity. bris-
Ting with charges and countercharges,
innuendo and recrimination. At the
club. over lunch counters. by the fire
side. men-and women, oO-discussed
and took sides over the campaign. The
children on the streets became bitter
parbsans.
To the Steel City the issues took con
crete form in the person and name Of
one man. Bob McAdoO. Either you
were for OF you were against Bob Nc
AdOo; mostly you were for him.
One nOonday-not two weeks before
the election-Bob leaned back In his
chair with an air Of fatigue that sat
strangely on his stalwart figure and
let his eyes stare vacantIy into space.
While he sat thus absractedly Paul
entered Bob nodded mechanically.
Paul addressed a remark to him.
which did rot pierce the abstraction.
Bob made no answer. Then Paul no
ticed the absent manner. He repeat
ed the remark more loudly. Bob came
to himself with a start.
'Ehg" he exclaimed. ooh, it's you.
Paul"
Paul looked at him curiously.
whats the matter with you anyhow?
I said I've a tip on Consolidated
Glass"
which way?g Bob asked. without
interest
ITO buy"
Gan right Sell"
''No," Paul said eagerly. '7Thls is 6
good tip. I got it from Brown. Hart
ley's broker Hartley, you know. is a
director. Next week they're going to
declare q 4 per cent increase in divi-
dends."
-'Humph! The broker who viii dou-
bic cross his client win do the same to
you.
But ten you it's a good tip" and
Paul pounded the table in his earnest
ness. -and 4 want to raise $4,000 OF
so for It. I can treble the money in 4
week"
Bob smiled tolerantly, as though
Paul had been a child asking for an
exptECi7e but useless toy. What do
you want with so much money!
"Oh, I'm serious about this. Bob.
VIII you lend me the money"
Bob did not answer at once. In the
gray hollows the red lidded eyes
cleaned with a hot, fierce light
''Why not: Why not add one more
link to the chain Of obligations by
which he would break the hold Of
The MONDAY sun was streaming in
the shadeless windows, yet
Bob was seeing again the face Of the
stricken woman as he had sleeplessly
looked upon it through the small
hours Of that morning, accusing, fear
ing. appealing. When he spoke Paul
hardly knew the voice, so constrained
and querul0us was it.
81 can't do it."
'Why not:'
Bob's words came uncertainty. Il
can't afford itN 1 need every cent that |
isn't tied up Tor the campaign"
You could 90 on my paper
Bob shook his head NO, not on an
Paul said nothing. Then he rose, ]
drawing a long whistling breath and |
without another word went out.
Bob stared in troubled perplexity at /
the door. which Paul had neglected to /
close. He did not know that he spoke /
aloud in the same constrained, queru- (
-ous voice.
what is it? I can't use the wea-
Dons I have. The game has passed /
out Of my hands. And he's not worth /
the trouble he causes. Hes not worth /
what I offer Hes not worth-her. /
m not worth-her."
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