The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-06-27
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philosophically. what know is
you're goin' to give Mac the all fired.
est lickin' he ever got"
Could it have been Bob who made
the answer? NO. no. Tom! You and
/ have deluded ourselves with that no.
ton long enough. Not |. but the peo-
pie, are going to whip Macpherson
Haggin snorted N profound disgust
"Aw. g'wan! You talk like Paul in
his speeches. They're goin TO do it
fer you Guess that means you're do
in t."
"Bah! why should they do it for
meT
Haggin's brow puckered over the
problem. "I know. but I dunno how
TO say It. II the peoples doin' It all.
what are you workin' so hard fer. half
KILN yourself? Even you can't stand
the pace you're settin'."
"You can't understand" Bob growl.
ed helplessly. "I've got to-"
II was quite true what Haggin sug.
gested The strain was telling even
on Bob's strength. But feverish activ-
fly was a necessity to him TO deaden
all thought Of the thing that haunted
him-the face Of a woman whom he
had brutall-' struck down in his wild
anger.
But his work told. The city was in
a turmoil Of political excitement. The
press reveled in the opportunity. bris.
Ting with charges and countercharges.
innuendo and recrimination At the
club. over lunch counters. by the fire.
side, men-9nd women. too-discussed
and took sides over the campaign. The
children on the streets became bitter
partisans.
To the Steel City the issues took con.
crete form in the person and name OF
one man. Bob McAdoo. Either you
were for or you were against Bob Nc.
Adoo; mostly you were for him.
one noonday-not two weeks before
the election-Bob leaned back in his
chair with an air OF fatigue that sat
strangely on his stalwart figure and
let his eyes stare vacantly into space
While he sat thus abstractedly Paul
entered. Bob nodded mechanically.
Paul addressed a remark to him,
which did not pierce the abstraction.
Bob made no answer. Then Paul no
ticed the absent manner. He repeat.
ed the remark more loudly. Bob came
TO himself with a start.
"Eh?" he exclaimed. "Oh, it's you.
Paul"
Paul looked at him curiously.
whats the matter with you anyhow?
! said I've a tip on Consolidated
Glass"
(which way?" Bob asked, without
interest.
ITO buy"
"All right. Sell"
NO" Paul said eagerly. This is a
good tip. | got it from Brown. Hart
ley's broker Hartley, you know. is a
director. Next week they're going TO
declare per cent increase in divi-
dends."
"Humph! The broker who will dou-
BILE cross his client will do the same to
you"
But tell you it's a good tip" and
Paul pounded the table in his earnest
ness, "and / want to raise $4,000 or
so for 1t. can treble the money in a
week"
Bob smiled tolerantly, as though
Paul had been a child asking for an
but useless toy. What do
you want with so much moneyT
"Oh, I'm serious about this. Bob.
Will you lend me the money!
Bob did not answer at once. In the
gray hollows the red lidded eyes
cleaned with a hot, fierce light
why nott Why not add one more
link to the chain OF obligations by
which he would break the hold Of
The MONDAY sun was streaming in
through the shadeess windows, yet
Bob was seeing again the face Of the
stricken woman as he had sleeplessly
looked upon IL through the small
hours of that morning. accusing. fear
ing, appealing. When he spoke Paul
hardly knew the voice, so constrained
and querulous was it.
IL can't do IT,"
"Why notT
Bob's words came uncertainty. 81
can't afford IT, need every cent that
isn't tied up for the campaign"
you could go on my paper"
Bob shook his head. mo, not on an
uncertainty
Paul said nothing. Then he rose,
drawing a long whistling breath and
without another word went out.
Bob stared in troubled perplexity at
the door. which Paul had neglected to
close. He did not know that he spoke
aloud In the same constrained. queru-
lous voice.
what is It? | can't use the wea-
pons | have. The game has passed
out of my hands. And he's not worth
the trouble he causes. He's not worth
what | offer. He's not worth-her.
I'm not worth-her."