The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1913-04-17
THE ROOT OF EVIL
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think she took fancy to me. how
ever"
Nonsense. Man," he said. with an
noyance she couldn't have seen you.
l didn't know she was here until she
kissed her fat!ier."
Perhaps my eyes are keener than
yours
The captain of the district brushed
rudely 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 a
command to his reserves to dispense
the crowd.
A 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 Il black thing
with a lighted fuse sparkling from it's
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 manglcd heap Of torn
flesh and blood soaked rags.
The police charged the crowd and
cubhcd them without mercy. The
people fed in confusion in every d.
rection, and in five minutes the square
was cleared.
Stuart had buried 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:
"1'vc made some big mistakes in
my life. boy. I'm just beginning to
see them. I've read a new message
in the futter of this poor fellows
pulse. I'll not be slow to heed it."
When the doctor reached homethe face
of the dying boy haunted him. He he
gan to fear his struggle with Bivens ir
his long drawn and fiercely contested
lawsuit was an act of the same es
sential quality of blind physical vic
lence. He began to see that the rea
motive back Of his struggle was hatret
of the man--this little counter jumper
who had destroyed his business. 1
was the irony of such fate that san!
its poisoned dagger into his heart. II,
faced the fact at last without flinchinc
He rose and paced the floor of hi
library for half hour with measured
tread. He stopped suddenly ant
clinched his big fists instinctively.
II do hate him-with undyine
everlasting hatred. and pray CO.
to give me greater strength to hat
him more!''
He rose with sudden determination
He would not surrender. He won!
fight 1t out with this little swarth
scoundrel. win or lose. His house wa
mortgaged: the last dollar of his sa,
; ings he had spent in helping other
!! and the money set aside to fms
Harriet's course In music had bee
lost In the panic. He would fight
!: ont somehow and win. But the on
thing that must not fail was the pc
lection of his girls voice. The con-
Of appeals would certainly render II
decision before her next terms wOr
would begin. She could rest dnrin
the summer. 1t would do her goo'
If he could be firm with his tenan!
] and collect his room rents prompt