The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-12-04

high in the air clutching black thing
with lighted fuse sparkling from its
crest.
\ murmur rippled through the crowd
tie D0'irp stood still and stared. and the
next rrnmpnt the bomb exploded in
Tie i.oys hand. and his body lay on
tile stones Il nanE!ed heap of torn
!s,'SI and blood soaked rags.
The uoicr charged the crowd aud
cIn,hrd them without mercy. The
rpn"le rcd In confusion in every di-
rect ION. and in five minutes the square
was cleared.
Sttiart had hurried Nan to her car
and rl>shed 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 were not afraid to rush up here
with Your father and take that poor
mangIed 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 Stuarts arm
and spoke in low tones:
i've made some big mistakes in
my life, boy. I'm just beginning to
see them. I've read a new message
in the fiutter of this poor fellows
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 to fear his struggle with BivenS in
his long drawn and fiercely 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 fate that sank
its poisoned dagger into his heart. He
faced the fact at last without f1inching
He rose and paced the floor of his
library for a half hour with measured
tread He stopped suddenly and
cIinched his big fists instinctively.
81 do hate him-with undying,
everlasting hatred, and l pray God
to give me greater strength to hate
him morer'
He rose with sudden determination.
He would not surrender. He would
fight it ont 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 tinish
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
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 bis
house was still sufficient to pay the
interest on the mortgage and give him
q little to eat. Il would he enough.
Food for the soul was more import
ant. He resolved to ask Stuart 20
collect his rents
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" he 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 | go abroad right away and
finish my work there?"
She asked the question with such
painful intensity. the father looked up
with start.
Why do you wish to go now. child?"
he asked
I've a confession to make, papa.
dear. I'm in love. desperately and
hopeIessly''
\ sob caught her voice. and the
fathers arms drew her to his heart
and held her.
But why hopelesSly. my baby be
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 bound
by the memories of the past TO a WON
an he once loved. a woman who is
evil IL heart. and though she betrayed
him for the lust OF money is determin-
ed to hold him still her slave. But
she shall not. I'll fight for him. Aud
you'll help me. papa. won't you?"
The father drew her close.
Won't I-just wait and see! But
you haven't told me his name? I've
been very blind. fear"
You've never guessed?'
She lifted her face to his In surprise.
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