The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-11-25
BN HENRY RUSSELL MILLER
BoBBS rERRILL co.

We both run that risk. Don't you
think''-there was the faintest twinkle
In her eyes-"don't you think it would
be wise, don't you think it would be
good politics, to ignore our dislike and
share the spoils?"
mo. I think should have done
better to let you die in the mills
Il don't understand why"-
For IN instant the luxurious, firelit
library faded away from her sight.
She stood amid the CRIME and roar Of
the mills. She felt herself caught in
an iron grasp which dragged her to-
ward death. Then strong hand seiz-
ed her, and she stood before hot eyed
young giant.
us 1t possible? Yes, you are the man
who saved me in the mills. It Is hard
to realize. He was an uncouth. I'm:
grammatical young rufian, as re-
member, while you-you are an educat-
ed''- She hesitated.
IAN educated rufian," he concluded
dryly.
She regarded him with a new respect,
respect which Bob, remembering the
girl who had douted him as Of lower
order of creation, resented.
I'm no more than was then. I
have more, but I am no more"
A detail Of the scene in the mills re-
Cured to her. "Ah! I remember that
I forgot to thank you for saving my
life. That was very ungrateful. I
suppose I should do so now. It really
was very good Of you"
''You needn't thank me. Besides"
he added grimly, 1T was unintentonal,
I assure you-purely an impulse"
She laughed uncertainty "But sure
~ you can't expect me to remain at
swords points with the man who
saved my life?''
His face hardened. "Then keep out
Of my way"
"You mean it," she said in curious
~ regretful tone. "That is part of
you. remember you said the same
to me that night In the mills. Keep
out Of my way 1t explains your life,
doesn't it? You have gone steadily,
relentlessly forward, brushing aside
every one who stood in your way.
And now that seem to interfere with
your plans you are quite capable Of
sweeping me aside, or Mr.. Remington
either, without thought Of what it
means to US. You are relentless! Sup
pose,". she asked slowly, suppose
were to send him away, would you
take it as mark of gratitude for saw
ing my life as favor to your"
Bob hesitated. After all, it was the
easiest solution, and sometimes con-
cession is victory. And she was very
beautiful, very alluring, so far out of
his reach. With an effort he recalled
his resentment against her and the old
prideful belief in his self suficiency.
mo! You owe me nothing, and I
want no favors from you"
They both rose, Mrs. Gilbert facing
him with laugh in her eyes.
$50 be it," she said pleasantly. II
must accept your hostility. You pay
me fine compliment, Mr.. McAdoo.
The truth is you're jealous as
. schoolgirl, Mr.. McAdoo. And afraid
LOT me. I can be a very dangerous
enemy-if I choose. If should choose
to accept your challenge and to take
away from you your dearest posses
ston-your happiness, Mr.. McAdoo-
you would be helpless to prevent it.
You have no weapons to fight me.
And you know it. Else why are you
here todayw She laughed.
II wish to Cod" he cried bitterly, ~
had let you die in the millsv'
Smiling, she watched him turn and
leave her. Then she sat down before
the fire, looking into its flames with
amused eyes. The CLEAN of amuse-
ment faded into rehectiveness. reflec.
dveness into usefulness, She sighed.