Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1912-01-07

20 Ooi pIoltHNtu i""N'i' 'N''
TO accuse you-our own business asso-
ciate"
81 can't do ltr And old Mr.. Emerson
dropped into chair.
Nor II" added rooker. drmly. -
81 Played and Lost"
Good God What's the matter with
you al7" ripped Emerson, angrily. You
agreed last night / played the game
Gnd lost Are you going TO rob me OF
the last chance to pay my debts1 owe
It TO you--l owe 1t to myself to square
this last account" he went on more
calmly. "You know my life has been =
gRmble The feverlsh eNcltement of
making money has warped-everytains
else in mel lie paused moment and
then went on IN low voice. as II half
TO himself
my life has been d failure-this will
make II success don't want to pose
as martyr or any stun OF that sort.
hut | led you into this mess, and It's up
10 me to lead you out Come" he looked
up and squared his shoulders. Act Ike
men, not chiGrenF
His father rose. both hands extended
appealingly
"Gentlemonl- gentlemen" he cried.
with breaking voice. Tam his
fatherl l appeal to youl Don't---don't
lei him
"Ah. now, fatherl' exclai ed the
Young man, his voice vibrant With ten
derness. as he threw an arm around
tn. old mans shoulders and gently
pushed him into a chair. Don't pleased
There's a good. old fellow Don'tl
DON'T" And he patted him reassuringly
on the back
"It's my-my faultl' his father all
hut whimpered You Inherited your
gambling instincts from mer
Nov. nonsonser' Laughed his son.
"You know better than thatl Why.
you've told me how mother used to like
10 play cards all day and you hated
theml Come" and he faced his part
ners. Let's get down TO brass tacks!
III write a letter TO you all. defining
my position and yours. Darwin Will
probably apply for bench warrants for
the arrest OF all OF US to- day, but We
must spike his guns by anticipating him.
So" no laughed. "the sooner you have
sized Russisn-American citizen is a wise
little fellow Give me a few minutes to
change my clothes and jump into a tub
and few more to write my--my con-
Don't let him"-.he smiled and pointed
10 his fa;her-"talk ysl over, boys"
Az he turned gayly toward the door
of his rooms his father seized him
firmly
Now. listen--listen 10 me, my boyw
he cried. his voice trembling I'm the
oldestl In the nature OF things l
haven't very long to live and-it's my
duty
Father" he protested. smiling. you
take this loo seriouslyl"
mo. l don't" cried the old man,
brokenly. "l-you're my own flesh and
blood and can't can't see you go to
prison!-BT God you shant go to
prison! You shan't-you shan'tw And
he clung 10 him desperately
Young Emerson took his father into
his arms, laughing sotty. but uncer-
tainly. his eyes winhng TO keep back
the tears.
Now. please, father! Please! Please"
And gently disengaglng the clinging
arms he spfang into his room and shut
and locked the door. The old man stood
for feW moments. crushed and
stunned, his head bowed. Then with
out word to the others he raised his
head. threw back his shoulders and
walked steadny from tho room.
Cowper's Self-Contempt.
There was general sigh Of relief as
the door closed on the old gentleman.
and then Cowper broke forth In an
agony OF self-contempt
"Oh! II | were only built like VIII
bur Emerson he grosned Nothing
seems to fetze him 1t doesn't seem
possible that one man can be 80 much
different from anotheri Hes a man-s
man And I'm and you're not
much oetter--e Their o., you"
whats the matter. old man7" asked
Tooker. gently Losing your nerve?"
Never had any" groaned Cowper.
with a half sob. but I'm sorryl Godl
I'm sorry I'd give my life TO get them
bacl,