Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1912-12-12

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chauffeur. His gesture was mistaken
by a pair Of keen. restless eyes for a
command to his reserves to dispense
the crowd.
A pale, shabby young fellow leaped
past the line of police into the ol,en
space and rushed straight for the re-
serves. His long, thin arm was lifted
high in the air clutching a black thing
with a lighted fuse sparkling from its
crest.
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
the police stood still and stared, and the
next moment the bomb exploded In
the boys hand. and his body lay on
the stones a mangled heap of torn
flesh and blood soaked rags.
The police charged the crowd and
dubbed them without mercy. The
people fed in confusion in every d.
rection. and in five minutes the square
was cleared.
Stuart had hurried Nan to her car
and rushed back to the scene of the
tragedy. He readily passed the lines
of the police, who recognized him as
the district attorney.
The doctor reached the spot and
Harriet was holding the dying boys
head in her lap.
Stuart bent over her %curiously and
slowly asked:
You We're not afraid to rush up here
with your father and take that poor
mangled thing in your arms?"
"Of course not" she replied simply.
Papa says he's dying-nothing can
be done for him. They've sent for an
ambulance"
The doctor pressed Stuart's arm
and spoke in low tones:
"Tve made some big mistakes in
my life. boy. I'm just beginning to
see them. I've read a new message
in the t1utter of this poor fellows
pulse. III not be slow to heed it,"
When the doctor reached home the face
of the dying boy haunted him. He be.
gan to fear his struggle with Bivens in
his long drawn and fercely contested
lawsuit was an act of the same es-
sential quality Of blind physical vic.
lence. He began to see that the real
motive back of his struggle was hatred
of the man-this little counter jumper
who had destroyed his business. 1t
was the irony Of such a fate that sank
it's poisoned dagger into his heart. He
faced the fact at last without finching.
He ROSE and paced the floor of his
library for a half hour with measured
tread. He stopped suddenly and
clinched his big fists instinctively.
81 do hate him-with undying.
everlasting hatred. and | pray God
to give me greater strength to hate
him more!"
He rose with sudden determination.
He would not surrender. He would
fight it out with this little swarthy
scoundrel, win or lose. His house was
mortgaged; the last dollar Of his saw
ings he had spent in helping others.
and the money set aside to finish
Harriet's course in music had been
lost In the panic. He would fight it
out somehow and win. But the one
thing that must not fail was the per-
lection of his girls voice. The court
of appeals would certainly render it.
decision before her next terms worl
would begin. She could rest during
the summer. 1t would do her good
If he could be firm with his tenants
and collect his room rents promptly
from every one the income from his
house was still sufficient to pay the
interest on the mortgage and give hin
a little to eat. 1t would be enough
Food for the soul was more import
ant. He resolved to ask Stuart tt
collect his rents.
He looked up and Harriet stood al
his side. -.
what have you been crying about?'
he asked %anxiousIy.
"Oh. nothing mnch,' was the low
answer. Il really don't know-per
haps the thing that makes the birds
out there III the square chirp while
the SNOW Is still on the ground. the
feeling that spring is coming"
You're keeping something from me
dearest" pc whispered. slipping his
arm about he, waist. Tell me-"
You really Iellr,e III my voice. don
your She asked slowly.
Believe Ill it? Do | believe in
God?"
Gould l go abroad right way and
finish my work therew
She asked the question with such
painful Intensity. the father looked up
with a start.
why do you wish II go now. childY
he asked.
I've a confession to make. papa,
dear. Pm in love. desperately and
hopelessly."
A sob caught her voice. and the
fathers arms drew her to his heart
and held her
But why hopelessly, my babyY" he
asked Your hair is beaten gold, your
eyes are deep and true, your slender
little form has all the symmetry and
beauty of 81 sylph. You are young,
radiant, glorious. and your voice the
angels would envy"
But the man | love doesn't realize
all that yet. papa, dear. He is bound