Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-11-16

pulse. I'll not be slow to heed IT,
When the doctor reached home the face
of the dying boy haunted him. He be
gan % 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. IL
was the irony of such a fate that sank
/ its poisoned dagger into his heart. He
| faced the fact at last without finchtng.
He rose and paced the floor of his
I library for a half hour with measured
/ tread He stopped suddenly and
clinched his big fists instinctively.
~ do hate him-with undying.
everlasting hatred. and / pray God
to give me greater strength to hate
( him morev'
/ 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
mortga ged; 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 II
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 its
decision before her next terms work
would begin. She could rest during
- "a
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 him
little to eat. 1t would be enough.
Food for the soul was more import
ant. He resolved to ask Stuart to
collect his rents
He looked up and Harriet stood at
his side.
What have you been crying about?"
he asked anxiously.
"Oh, nothing much" was the low
answer. Il really don't know-per-
haps the thing that makes the birds
out there in the square chirp while
the snow is still on the ground. the
feeling that spring is coming"
You're keeping something from me.
dearest" ne whispered, slipping his
arm about her waist. Tell me"
You really believe in my voice. don't
your" she asked slowly.
Believe in it? Do believe in
God?"
Gould 1 go abroad right away and
finish my work thereY"
She asked the question with such
painful intensity. the father looked up
with start
why do you wish to go now. childT'
he asked.
I've a confession to make. papa
dear. I'm in love. desperately and
hopelessIy."
\ 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 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 bOunc
by the memories of the past to a WON
an he once loved. woman who Is
evil ut heart. and though she betrayed
him for the lust of money is determin
ed TO hold him still her slave. Blu
she shall not III fight for him! AnC
you'll help me. papa. won't you?'
The father drew her close.
Wont Just wait and see! Bu
you haven't told me his name? Pyt
been very blind. l fear"
You've never guessedT"
She lifted her face TO his in surprise
No"
Jim"
Our Jim StuartT'
She nodded Her voice wouIdn'
work
"Oh. | see. seer the father mused
''The first love of a chiId's heart grow
e slowly into the great passion Of life"
Again the little head nodded.
You understand now why | wish
{ get away. TO finish my work abroad
= I'll be nearer 10 him with the ocea
between us. He'll miss me then.
/ feel it. know it. When | return he wi
be proud OF my voice. | shall go ma
e If l stay here and see him dangling i
that womans heels. | shall sing whe
q he hears me as ! never sang before
and / shall say to him then all the III
q spoken things l dare not put in speech
J. The father kissed the trembling liz
3 and answered firmly:
n IN raise the money for you rigf
away"
e And then for half an hour she lay /
his arms while he whispered beautifu
thoughts of her future When he ser
ID her to bed be had kissed the last tea
away.
q And now I've got TO surrender" b
= said to himself
|, CHAPTER XIV.
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