The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1913-01-23
ze harder. before ye,re through.

! ye harder, Detore yere through. e
got 'em scared. Mebby we'll fergit an
then mebby we won't But guess
that's our lookout, not yours. So fur's
ye're concerned, all We got to do is go
ahead an try to finish up the job we've
started # we don't do our part,
guess we won't have nobody to blame
but ourselves"
"The question is, am I big enough
for the jobi"
"No, that amt the question" Gran
Shave contradicted quickly. "Be-
cause that can't be answered till we've
! tried. The question is, are ye goin' to
be scared out by a job because it's big,
or are ye goin' to keep up what we've
started? # ye don't, there amt any
! body else to do it. An we'll soon be
back where we started"
John nodded slowly. Cranshawe did
/ not pursue the point
81 see Steve Hampden's back" he
remarked casually. 'That girl O. his
was at the trial. Came in late an had
to stand by the door where l was
! standin' She was with some young
city feller Seen her at the rally last
/ fall too. She seems" he grinned quiz
ideally "to take considerable intrust in
ye. So longv'
{ Soon he was out of sight around a
turn In the road.
John swung rapidly along for an hour
until the sweat oozed from every pore
of his body. Then he threw himself
/ under tree by the roadside.
He pondered his problem. Yet he
knew that it was answered, not by ri
I Cranshawe's homely wisdom, but by
the inscrutable purpose of the force
which had impelled him into the fight.
He could not withdraw from the task
to which he had been set. Whittier
was a question that he needed not to
answer, so long as a straight piece of
road lay ahead. He thought sadly of
his fathers displeasure. And he
thought of Katherine, whom, 1t ap-
peared, the winter had not taught to
forget him. He had not learned to for
get. Work could dull, 1t could not
wholly sti1e, the longing for her. And
yet he had not been unhappy. He
knew that he could not say no to that
which was calling him into service.
He walked home through the calm OF
sundown. At the corner where stands
the Farmers bank he met Warren
Blake and companion. Warren
stopped him to introduce the stranger
Haig, a lanky, cadaverous individual
who was the author of a much criti
cised novel. THE Brethren
81 heard you twisting Murchell's tai
this afternoon" Haig drawled "Ii
you don't mind, I'd like to congratulate
you--on your nerve. I've been wonder
ing whether you are merely a brave
man or a specimen of that splendid
genus. the fool Brother Blake incline'
to the latter notion"
"Yes. Warren would" John smiled
~ do" said Warren solemnly. 90
don't believe in agitation. 1t hurts
business-and the agitator."
''In New Chelsea. Mr.. Haig. we daily
offer thanks for prosperity, good wealth
er and the old party"
Haigs ready grin broadened as h'
placed hand on Warren's shoulder
Here, Mr. Dunmeade. but for thu
grace of God. stand |. My peopl'
wanted to make me n banker"
"A dollar. Mr. Haig John put in
held close enough to the eye will hid
/ the rest of creation"
Haig chuckled. "Now, that's good
That's very good. Wish l could hav
; thought of it."
| "As we put 1T in New Chelsea, ar
/ you leaving soon, Mr.. HaigT" aske'
ITO be Continued