River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-03-27

"Re of good cheer-the day dawns!"
to meet Harriet I'm sure you'd like
her"
Nan smiled
Il could see she likes you. / don't
ever"
Nonsense. Man, he said, with an
noyance "She couldn't have seen you.
didn't know she was here until she
kissed her father"
Perhaps my eyes are keener than
yours"
The captain of the district brushed
rudeIy past and sprang into his au-
tomobile. He waved his hand to his
chauffeur. His gesture was mistaken
by a pair of keen. restless eyes for
command to his reserves to dispense
the crowd.
pale. shabby young fellow leaped
past the line of police into the open
space and rushed straight for the re-
serves His long, thin arm was lifted
high in the air clutching black thing
with a lighted fuse sparkling from its
crest
A murmur rippled through the crowd
the police stood still and stared, and the
next moment the bomb exploded in
the boys hand and his body lay on
the stones mangled heap of torn
flesh and blood soaked rags.
The police charged the crowd and
dubbed them without mercy. The
people fed in confusion in every di-
rection, and in FIVE minutes the square
was cleared
Stuart had hurried Nan to her car
and rushed back to the scene of the
tragedy He readily passed the lines
Of the police. who recognized him as
the district attorney.
The doctor reached the spot and
Harriet was holding the dying boys
head in her lap.
Stuart bent over her curiously and
slowly asked:
"You were not afraid to rush up here
with your father and take that poor
mangled thing in your arms?'
"Of course not" she replied simply.
Papa says he's dying nothing can
be done for him. They've sent for an
ambulance"
The doctor pressed Stuart's arm
and spoke in low tones:
"Pve made some big mistakes in
my life, boy I'm just beginning to
see them. I've read a new message
in the tiutter of this poor fellows
pulse. I'll not be slow to heed it.
When the doctor reached nome the face
of the dying boy haunted him. He be
gan to fear his struggle with Bivens In
his long drawn and iercely contested
lawsuit was an act of the same es-
Sential quality of blind physical VIC
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 a fate that sank
It's poisoned dagger into his heart. He
faced the fact at last without fiinching.
He rose and paced the floor of his
library for a half hour with measured
tread He stopped suddenly and
clinched his big fists instinctively.
Il 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
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
ont somehow and win But the one
thing that must not fail was the per
Section of mis- girls voice The court
OF appeals would certainly render its
decision before her next terms work
would begin. She could rest during
The summer. 1t would do her GOOD.
If 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 on 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 yon been crying about?'
he asked anXlanSly
"Oh. nothing much. was the low
answer, Il really don't know-per-