The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-07-16

NGOpS1iSNlb 1870 ny w. "C1NcT.J
The clerk came into the private
office In a h%esitating way. as il no
just certain as to the advisability o,
disturbing his chief. The later looked
up from his desk and asked what the
matter might be.
It's jus, this, sir: There's a queer
sort of fellow out there who is de.
termined to see you. I don't know
what to make of him. He says he's
come on business of the Grosveno,
estate-whatever he may mean b,
l send him i IN ?" the harassed mar
asked.
Forbush hesitated. There's nc
'Grosvenor-. Yes. send him in. A
crank is one remove from a genius
and If he comes without a bomb II,
be willing to see him"
He's the kind that looks as IL they
carried bombs. sir" was the reply
But just as o say. SIR"
IT was patent that the clerk wished
TO have nothing to do with a bomt
thrower, but Forbush told him tc
usher the man in.
lawyer awaited the arrival Of an indi.
Vidual who could arouse in his veteran
clerk tangible evidence of fear.
Inc door opened and Forbush saw a
small, shrunken mar Of about fifty
years enter. He took the proffered
chair and sat silent, eying Forbush
Il am Joseph Kliven." the man said
shortly. INC waited.
II am at Your service. Mr.. Kilven.
What may l do for you?"
kilven stared and Forbush began to
De a little uneasy. The lean face, the
steady ~.unWavering eyes We're but tive
Of the characteristics that made the
man queer" His skin was tightly
drawn over his face. so that the veins
stood u at the temples. 1t might
have been the face of a re~incarnated
Fharaoh, or of some old monk who
had lived his life with only one
thought and one aim. and had burned
out his soul in pursuit Of his goal.
The thin lips curved into speech. Il
understand y>a are attorney for the
I~Eosvenor company. AS You are. 1
nave matters TO discuss with YOU
again came the steady stare. Il have
come many miles to see you and at
last my end j accomplished and han
find peace"
Forsush squirmed %uneasily. MY
A Sir, l, am anxious TO he of service
TO You: but please he brief. Ny time
is costly"
Yet I must tell my story; 1 have
come many miles,"
G. ahead. then. 1 ought to be
willing to- listen to a story you have
come many miles 10 tell. From where
did you sayo"
I didn', say. From South .Amer,-
ca"
Kliven folded his thin, veined
hands. In a monotonous voice he be-
gan the story. and Forbush let the
cigar hafy-ao~ h;e S-~~~ - -.
he listened. Twenty years ago.
kl!Ven said, Il walked out of the state
prison of this state. determined TO do
rlgnt-to do right, you understand ?
An hour after my release l was in
this city, hunting work: and not find
ing lt-an old story, eh?-I reached
the point where it was again steal or
starve' Never been there, have you .
It's a INT You feel that you could
take ANYBODY. even a woman a girl.
by the throat and choke them to get
money. wanted something to eat:
| was hungry. I went To the suburbs.
ed a man up a side street. AS start
ed 10 strike him, he heard me and
turned. He didn't do anything; SIM
ply said: 7 wouldn't. Something in
his voice held me helpless. VIVA, it
was. don't know. 1t sounded a little
sorrowful. Strange, wasn't IT. I
could have feeled him. Instead. 1
Went home with him. He was Mr..
Grosvenor. who first employed You.
All this is far away from South
America and my mission here, YOU
Think Listen. He took me home
and fad me, and, listen. he made me
sleep in his home that night. He gave
me breakfast in the morning. His
wife and son and daughter treated me
like A friend
Forhush was startled 70 see the
mar rise. knot his fingers. and cry
vehemently: Curse You. Kilven;
curse YOU" Then he seemed 10 real
lie what he vas doing and sank back
With the muttered words, 81 shall find
peace"
He folded his lean hands and went
on. "Grosvenor took me to his office.
and he gave me work as general
helper and Waterman about the build