Arizona republican., 1912-04-15

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 He remembered Roses words: We all got to pay. You as well as me We all got to share" I-o u:1ccd at the thought. Well, he wa9 rc-in~. He was suffering with a pain tho reached to his very heart and wru2c it as hand wrings the water from sponge.
 He wondered how he could avoid making the speech that night. He read parts of it, and especially: Sue. cess lies before all of you if you work for it with the labor of your hands. the sweat of your brow and the blood of your brain. But remember this. there is only one success that is worth having, and that is the success won through honesty. For he who leaves the path and enters into the thickets or hypocrisy and deception and wrong-doing is damned," And this was what he was preaching 10 these young people about to start life. He wondered if he could avoid delivering it by pleading illness? But then peo- pie might suspect. No, he must go on with it. He could not afford to have any more questions asked.
 The light faded and darkness fell. But still he sat there oblvious Of it all. His clerk had looked in, said goodnight, and remained standing there, gazing at him until he had re- peated his gruff Good night" But he had forgotten that Then. in the darkness, he heard some one knock ing impatiently at the door-softly but impatiently. The knocking con- tinued. He walked through the hall and opened the door. There stood Jim West. the hotel keeper, and in his arms was Little Boy
 The light was dim but the child must have recognized the bankers voice. Papa Ezra," he cried, greet. ing him in his clear. childish treble.
 Through the darkness, the two men tried to read the others eyes But. long ago, Ezra had advanced Jim West enough money to buy the hotel and, only lately, the town, through some unknown influence had not voted prohibition when every sign pointed that way. So Jim reached out his hand for Eben's You can count on 10 cf1 Shn huskily.
 "Where-whcre did you get him?"
 T picked him up on the hill I was driving by. And he was standing there crying He had a tag. with Please take me to Ezra Benton's office printed on it. So I brought him"
 Did anybody sec you?" asked the other
 ''I don't think so. It was dark and those who did see the kid could not tell it was Rose Browns boy"
 Ezra Benton had the child in his arms now and Jim West opened the  cried Ezra, but the other had van ished.
 So he carried the boy into his office and sat there in the dark with him on his lap.
 What do you want, Little Boy?" he asked.
 Ma says you must rome," said the child.
 The man shook his head. It would mean ruin if he should be seen out in the village with the child now. He looked out the window; in the street, the lights were already glimmering; men were returning from work at the mines; young people were running to the post-office for the six o'clock mail, which had just arrived.
 Ezra Benton turned to the child again.
 voice tender and soft, that was un- known to the rest of the world-''no, I cant go"
 Mas sick She says you'd better come in time," Little Boy insisted, looking at him with eyes ignorant of the meaning of his message.
 The man was silent for moment, then said hoarsely, "Oh, it's that." He clutched the child to him convul- sively. Then he put on his hat and coat.
 He could not go odt the front way, but there was the alley. Carrying the child, he felt his way down into the cellar. He tried the door that led into the back lot. But it was bolted and he had no key. He put down Little Boy. Wait a minute!" he whispered.
 Then, with short run, he thrust his tremendous shoulders against the door and 1t crashed open. He lis tened, but there was no sound except frightened gasp from the child.
 So he went out into the alley and so reached the back lot and then across the meadow to the creek. Here he turned fo the right and went along