Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-09-13

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and q woman at early dinner. They
were evidently brother and sister, hsv-
ing the same dark hair and eyes. the
same regular features Of the same
slightly Semitic cast. The man was
talking.
"And so I laid hold on the man who
has life by the throat. Now what do
you think Of your most unworthy
brotherT"
"No n but you would have done It.
What audscityw
why not7 l can't afford not to be
audacious 1t is the only role that
suits me-"
"Ah. but VIII you win with all your
boldness? You say yourself that he
threatened to crush you"
MY dear sister, the doubt Is I'M
worthy Of you. Rest assured, he will
yield Tonight Will prove me right"
Her eyes rested proudly on him.
Yes. the doubt is unworthy. When
did you ever fail2 Who can resist the
Tltchery OF your magnetism
1T is w%ttchery, isn't it? But we
come rightly by 1t, Strange how, after
FIVE generations Of Puritanism, u
breed should cast back and produce in
you and me copies Of u Hebrew an
cestress-glorious woman!-who fell In
love with a Puritan. abandoned her
people to marry her lover, deserted
her husband to 60 on the stage and
bring the world to her feet. q mag
netic sensHtionalIst! She livedl And
We are her children"
The woman %shuddered. "Don'tl l
always think of her tragic disappear
ance from the world and her hideous
end. Perhaps that is part OF u her
Itage too"
"Nonsensel OF what use are FIVE
generations OF Puritanlsm II not to
save US from that7 But even II 1t
were not 30. what Of It'll While she
lived she lived-as I shall, through
him"
"Ah, but will you be good for him7
Even in our philosophy there is the
theory of equivalents"
Eyes. OF course that isn't why I
seek him-you and / have no Illusions.
But | like him, and, please God, l will
be a good friend. I will teach him our
philosophy. My friendship shall dis
cover to him the tremendous appetite
for life hidden away in the big soul Of
him. Through me he shall live"
"Let us hope so, and that you aren't
playing with FIRE. But, to change the
subject, what OF your lady of dreamsY'
His mobile face became dreamy, and
he murmured, half to himself:
1T is strange. / have the feeling
that | am coming nearer to her. She
grows more real to me every day. !
can see her now, with her glorious
hair, her sad eyes and her beautiful
cold mouth with the tinge of bitter
ness. She will come-of that am GER
tain. But, come, enough Of serious
things. My watch says just one-half
hour until l must start for the scene
of battle, enough to see you in your
train-if you insist on leaving to-
night?'
81 must. I have my battle to fight
across the seas"
Then a toast. To our ~fortunesl
And may life always glow red for usv'
"Ah, Pm afraid Of that toast! And
of our battles!'
But they touched glasses and drank.
.
1.-THE refusal of the district attorney
10 prosecute this fragrant crime is an
outrage upon the county. The au-
dacity of our bosses in refusing to
yield to the popular demand in this
would be inexplicable were not
the ruthless hand of a certain one OF
our politicians plainly felt. 1t Is time
this man was unseated. he Is a dis
grace to the community. or all the
men prominent in the public eye we
know Of none who stands forth SO re-
pulsi7ely as does Robert McAdoo. He
represents all that is brutal and
shameful in American politics."
In the fading twilight the man
against whom this attack was directed
read the bitter words, the concluding
paragraph Of an editorial in the Even
ing Press.
HE has begun already. The fooll
He forgets he Is attacking himself as
we'll as me. To such lengths will pas
sion carry a manF'
There was O knock at the door, and
a young woman burst into the room,
At twenty-eight Kathleen Finn was
still unmarried-to the wonderment of
her many friends, since she seemed
made for the home life. She was beau
tiful, with the beauty Of health and Of
the CHEEKY, unselfsh spirit which made
her a woman among N In the
Fourth ward school, of which she was
principal, thanks to Bob's political In
fuence, a thousand boys and girls
loved her with an ~unwavering deVo-
ton they did not always accord their
parents. She always remained a mys-
terry to Bob McAdoo.
What a shame!' she cried sympa-
theucally, holding out a folded news
paper.
80 you've read 1t, too. Nice Christ
mas gift, Isn't itP" Bob smiled in
amused contempt. II wouldn't care
about 1t If I we're you"
81 know such attacks are apt to
make themselves true by imbittering
the man assailed. And ] think Of
your wonderful possibilities. No; don't
laugh. please. l know what you are
now. but know, too. what you will
become. I know that some day you
will be and do far more and better
than you have yet set your eyes on"