The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-02-29

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81 understand-dear."
Walking YEARLY homeward In the
gray morning. Eleanor thought:
II will make my acknowledgment to
him and then will go away forever"
And forever" seemed a long. dreary
time, indeed. "
One day when his strength was be-
ginning to creep back into his body
Kathleen came TO his bedside.
You haven't asked how the election
came out" she said.
He smiled YEARLY. I'D forgotten.
! lost, didn't II"
Lost" Kathleen laughed proudly.
mo. indeed. You won-and by nearly
10000. Aren't they the dear. good peO-
ple?"
And 1t was true. Sanger had mis-.
calculated. Paul's declaration had
been received by many with the skep-
ticism with which eleventh hour
charges generally are received. 9th
ers had seen only the %treachery In
Paul's deed and had become even
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for McAdoo. Thousands had d%efiantly
said that they did not care and had
been ready to find excuses for the
bribing Of the delegates. And the
news of his collapse and his critical
condition had been an unaEswerable
appeal to sympathy.
But Bob heard the news apatheti-
cally.
IL don't seem to care. | almost wish
! had lost. Then | shouldn't have to
60 on with the lighting. l wonder
why they did it?"
Don't you know"
What they charged was true. The
delegates were bribed. They ought to
have repudiated me-"
All" Kathleen answered proudly.
but they love you"
He shook his head YEARLY. 1T was
because they didn't realize"
Another day-it was the first time he
was allowed to sit up in bed-when
the nurse had gone out Of the room
for a few minutes be began the con
versation himself.
Kathleen he began abruptly.
then stopped. IL talked a good
deal?"
almost continuously"
And you ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
about Mrs. Gilbert?'
Yes"
"Even what a cowardly brute l was
to her at the Dunmeades'?" A faint
flush came to his sunken cheeks.
Yes. even that" she answered.
His next question came after a long
pause.
"A woman couldn't forgive that,
could she. KathleenT'
mot many women. | think"
His voice became husky. i've been
thinking of that a good deal. I'D
like to make that up to her il I could.
Kathleen"
You may have the chance some
day" Long afterward. thinking over
this scene, he seemed to remember
that her voice was very tired: he sup
posed it was because the strain Of the
watching had been too much for her.
And he thought of many things be-
sides his relation to Eleanor Gilbert.
When Tom Haggin. in his rough way,
told him of the sorrow the people had
shown for his sickness Bob felt his
heart suddenly expand in a deep,
strong affection for them. They were
his people-his not because his ma
chine had whipped them into submis
sion. but because he. though unworthy.
lived in their hearts.
He knew that over the land were a
hundred million others like those of
his city-all struggling always. produc-
ing always. giving to humanity the
equivalent for the right and means to
live, giving more than the equivalent.
giving more and better than they re,
ceived from the world. A brave, pa
tent, Woodworking, faithful. deserving
people these. Pity the nan who could
not feel a thrill Of pride that he was
one Of them. Bob suddenly knew that
love Of ones people is n distinct. def
mite. overmastering emotion which ex-
ats a nan and dwarfs his petty self.
He knew Of the great common"
people of the land. whose lives are be
ing worn out in the effort to produce
far more than they consume, at the
end having nothing but the necessity
for increased. harder effort, looking
about them In daZed wonder and
plaintively demanding: why is it that
we cannot rest? Why have we moth
ing? Whittier has it g%one-that which
we have created?"
Whittier had it gone? He knew the
answer. 1t gloomed solemnly down at
him from million dollar palaces. honk-
ed hoarsely through the streets from
costly imported automobiles, flashed
brilliantly from ~bejeweled fingers, kept
cleaning necks and shoulders warm
In the face Of shivering poverty. CUR
gled in goblets OF precious v%intages.
raced painting under the wire. Above
all. he read the answer In the terrific
power Of the modern feudal system.
concentrated wealth. whose machinery
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