The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1912-11-29

Times have changed The miliionaires
have begnn to bny the newspapers and
beg for public favor. We are walking
on the crust OF volcano Of public
wrath. arr content 10 live and light
for the right. win or lose, and play
my little part In this mighty drama!
II had hoped you were tired Of tight
ing losing battle"
'T'll fight this battle to tinish and
III win. If God lives III win m 81"
sure of it. my boy"
The doctor paused and his eyes
flashed.
I'm so sure of it that I'm not only
going to refuse this bride from BiV'
ems, but my answer will be "a harder
blow I'm going to begin another big
ger and more important suit for the
dissolution of the American chemical
trust
Stuart slipped his arm around III"
older man with movement OF IL
stinctive tenderness.
LOOK here. doctor, I've lived in voNr
home for fourteen years ana W
grown to love you as my own father
You must listen 10 me now; can give
no time to your suit. am just enter.
ing on grea, struggle for the peopie
Tremendous issues are at stake
You'll 90 down wreck if you fail
perhaps. but its my duty
Good boy" the Older man cried.
Selling Stuarts hand. You can't faii
That's why I'm going 10 risk AL In
my fight
But the cases are not the same"
mo. I'm old and played out--my
lfes sands are nearly run. ! haven
much to risk but such as have
offer 1t freely to God and my coul
try envy you the opportunity to
make greater sacrifice and you al
wise me to compromise for paltrH
sum of money righteous cause mere
" to save my own skin Fun proud Of
you--proud that you live in my house.
proud that I've known and loved you.
and tried to teach you the JOY and the
fooIishness of throwing your hfr
away
With wave Of his hand the stal
wart figure Of the old man passed out
and left him brooding in sorrowtu'
silence
He seized his pen at last, set his face
like nint and resoIutely wrote his an
swer:
Dear Nan Your letter is very kind. RI
. kNa4 "a E1nG ct nG
memories I'VE tried to Kill and can't
hate to say no. but | must sincerely.
JIM
On the night following Stuart work
ed late in his office developing MS
great case He was disappointed III
the final showing Of the evidence To
be presented to the grand jury. his
facts were not as strong rs he ey
pected to make them.
At 10 O'Clock he quit work and hur
ried home to refresh bis fired spirit
with Harriets music AS he hurrleu
M the steps he nearly collided with
handsome young fellow just emery
ing from the door. he was dressed
we'll. and he had evidently been calling
on some one--perhaps on Harriet!
Stuart let himself in softly and start,
| c,l at the sight of Hnrriet's smiling
face in the parlor doorway. His worst
fears were confirmed She was dress
ed In a dainty evening gown and had
evidently enjoyed her visitor
Stuart pretended not TO notice the
fact and asked her to play. Az he SAT
hrea ming and watching the rhythmic
movement Of her delicate hands he
began To realize at last that his little
pal. stub nosed. red haired and free
killed.. had silently and mysterious'y
grown into charming woman. she
was twenty -four now. In the pride ana
glory of perfect Young womanhood'
and vet she had no lovers. he won
dered why. Her music, of course. II
Ind been the one absorbing passion OF
life And her eyes had always spar
killed. with deep JOY at his slightest
word of praiSe. For the first time 1t
had occurred to him as an immediate
possibility that she might marry and
their lives drift apart.
SWeGt COiuTdueSHlp udu SiVNu NJ
! tween them. He resented the idea OF
break 10 their relations. Yet why
| should heY What rights had he over
| her life2 Absolutely none, OF course
| Who was that fellow? Where had he
met him before2
| He rose with n sudden fr"wn Sure
as fate--the very hOy-the tall. dreamy
looking youngster who danced with
her so many times that night ten years
ago at her birthday party! She said
he was too frail-that her prince must
be strong Well. confound him. he
had got strong
Stuart said, with a studied indiffer-
ence:
"Tel me, little pal. who was that
tain young fellow ran into on the
steps?"
"Why. don't you remember my frail
| young admirer Of long ago?''
do you love him, girtie2"
when ] WINS very. very young. l
thought | did. 1t makes me laugh
now. It's wonderful how much we
can outgrow. isn't itT'
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