Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-30
BY EARL DERR BlGGERS
ecopyright by Bobbs- Merrill Coz

pate mountain. But out of it you
come with something more precious
than fine gold, and that shall be my
consolation.
Let 1t be- smiled Myfa Thornhill,
'as it is surely mine. Goodbye.
And good luck" whispered Magee.
as he took Hendricks hand.
over his shoulder, as he passed to
the platform, he saw them look into
each others eyes, and he felt that the
memory of the admiral's game would
in time cease to haunt David Ken
dirk.
A shadow had fallen upon the train
the shadow of the huge Reuten sta
ton. In the half-light on the plat
form Mr.. Magee encountered the mayor
of Reuton Above the lessening roar
of the train there sounded ahead of
them the voices of men In turmoil
and riot Mr.. Cargan turned upon
Magee face as placid and dispas-
tomato as that of one who enters an
apple orchard iii May.
THE boys he smiled grimly. well
coming me home"
Then the train came to a stop and
Mr.. Magee looked down into a great
array of faces, apd heard for the first
time the low unceasing rumble of an
angry mob. Afterward he marveled
at that constant guttura roar, how
it went on and on, humming like a
tune, never stopping, disconnected
! quite from the occasional shrill or
| heavy voices that rang out in dis
| tinguishable words The mayor
| looked coolly down into those up
| turned faces, he listened a moment
| to the rumble of a thousand throats,
| then he took off his derby with sa-
| tiric politeness.
GLAD to see one and all!' he
cried
And now above the mutt erings an
CRY words could be heard. ''rhat' IS
him., That's Recommendations
dollar Cargan,'' "How's the weather
on Baldpate?" and other sarcastic
filings. Then fashion of derisive
cat-ealls came and went. After which,
here and there, voices spoke of ropes,
of tar and feathers. And still the
mayor smiled as one for whom the
orchard gate swung open in May.
| A squad of policemen. who had en-
! tered the car from the rear, forced
their way out on to the platform.
Want us to see you through the
crowd, Mr. Cargan?'' the lieutenant
asked.
The boots and cries ascended to the
station rafters. who pays the po-
| l1ce! I'VE do, no owns EN- y
'.Cargan.'' Thus question and an
swer were banded back and forth.
Again voice demanded in strident
tones the ignominious tar and feath-
ers -
Jim Cargan had not risen from the
s1ums to be master of his town with
out keen sense of the Theatre. He
ordered the police back into the
car. And stay there he demanded.
| The lieutenant demurred. One look
from the mayor sent him scurrying.
Mr.. Cargan tok from his pocket a
big cigar, and calmly lighted it.
| Some of them guys out there" he
| remarked to Magee, belong to the
Sunday school crowd. Pretty ac-
tions for them-pillars of the church
| bowling like beasts"
| And still, like that of beasts, the
mutter of the crowd went on, now in
| an undertone, now louder, and still
| that voice that first had plead for
| tar and feathers plead still-for feath-
| ers and tar. And here a group pre-
ferred the rope.
And toward them, with tho bland
smile OF a child on his great face, his
cigar tilted at one angle, his derby
hat at another, the mayor of Reuton
| walked unflinchingly.
The roar became mad, defiant. But