Mower County transcript., 1913-07-30

" ThomAe Dlxon
and spoke in low tones:
i've made some big mistakes in
my life. boy. I'm just beginning to
see them. I've read new message
In the hutter of this poor fellows
pulse. I'll not be slow to heed it."
When the doctor reached omethe face
of the dying boy haunted him. he be-
gan to fear his struggle with Bivens In
his long drawn and 6ercely contested
lawsuit was an act Of the same es.
sential quality of blind physical vio-
lence. he began to see that the real
motive back Of his struggle was hatred
of the man-this little counter Jumper
who had destroyed his business 1t
was the irony of such fate that sank
its poisoned dagger into his heart. He
faced the fact at last without finching.
he rose and paced the floor Of his
library for half hour with measured
tread. He stopped suddenly and
clinched his big fists instinctively.
II do hate him-with undying.
everlasting hatred. and pray God
to give me greater strength to hate
him more!'
he rose with sudden determination.
He would not surrender. He would
fight it out with this little swarthy
scoundrel. win or lose. His house was
mortgaged: the last dollar of his saw
ings he had spent in helping others,
and the money set aside to finish
Harriet's course In music had been
lost in the panic. He would fight it
out somehow and win. But the one
thing that must not fail was the per
fiction of his girls voice. The court
of appeals would certaifly render it1
decision before her next terms work
would begin. She could rest during
the summer. It would do her good.
II he could be firm with his tenants
and collect his room rents promptly
from every one. the income from his
house was still sufficient to pay the
interest Oh the mortgage and give him
a little to eat. 1t would be enough.
Food for the soul was more import
ant He resolved to ask Stuart to
collect his rents.
He looked up and Harriet stood at
his side.
''What have you been crying aboutT'
he asked anxiously.
| "Oh. nothing much" was the low
answer. II really don't know-per-
haps the thing that makes the birds
out there In the square chirp while
the snow is still on the ground, the
feeling that spring Is coming"
you're keeping something from me-
dearest" he whispered. slipping his
arm about her waist. '"Tell me-"
"You really believe in my voice. don't
your she asked slowly.
Believe in it? Do l believe In
God?'
'Could l go abroad right away and
finish my work there?'
She asked the question with such
painful intensity. the father looked up
with start
why do you wish to go now. child p
he asked.
1--WE a confession to make, papa,
dear. I'm in love. desperately and
hopelessly."
A sob caught her voice, and the
fathers arms drew her to his heart
and held her.
"But why hopelessly, my babyT' he
asked "Your hair is beaten gold, your
eyes are deep and true, your slender
little form has all the symmetry and
] 1fu 1f IN
radiant, glorious. and your voice the
angels would envy"
But the man l love doesn't realize
all that yet. papa, dear. He is bound
by the memories of the past to WON
an he once loved, a woman who is
evil at heart and though she betrayed
him for the lust Of money is determin.
ed to hold him still her slave. But
she shall not I'll fight for him! And
you'll help inc. papa. won't your
The father drew her close.
won't I-just wait and see! But
you haven't told me his name? I've
been very blind. fear"
you've never guessed?'
She lifted her face to his In surprise.
mo"
"Jim."
"Our Jim Stuart?'
She nodded. Her voice wouldn't
work.
"Oh. see, seer the father mused
'The first love of a child's heart grow1
slowly into the great passion Of life"
Again the little head nodded. -:
"You understand now why wish K
get away, to finish my work abroad
I'll be nearer to him With the ocea1
between us. Hen miss me then.
feel It. know It When return he vii
be proud Of my voice. i shall 90 mad
II stay here and zee him dangling q
that woman's heels. I shall sing whe1
be hears me as. never sang before