Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-25


own poor old mother. and she died
without seeing him after they sent him
up"
Poor ladr'
"Yes. but he was brave one"
And they gave you a probation,
Bill?
Yes, but only SOS they could follow
me and get the boy"
He suppressed a desire to rip out an
oath against his old enemies.
But how about you, Jennie?' he
asked.
II have been working right along.
BILL she replied. "One time thought
| would blow up. but somehow got
my strength and pulled out all right.
There was plenty Of men after me
when was still pretty, Bill. but been
true to you. old man. | been true to
you, my Bill"
He patted her thin shoulders. One
of his long arms was about her shoul-
der. She rested her head in its bend.
"You tired, Jennie?" he asked
"Yes, Bill"
1Ou NdHI u Su uOlue'
Yes, let's go home. gotta place
ready for you"
His eyes glistened with love for the
woman who was again to be his help
meet
I'm afraid to. Jennie" he told her
after n pause 1.-The bulls been after
me all day"
when can you come. Bill?"
"Soon's | see the young man.
gotta reach him first and then I'll send
for you or come for you"
as he far away"
Yves"
How you going to get there?"
Work my way"
She looscned her waist and pulled
out roll of bills.
~ brought this for you, Bill" she
said. 81 know'd you would want
some | got 5000 in the bank now and
there's $500"
He hesitated about taking the
money.
"You gotta take 1t, Bill" she said.
1T will bring you back to me sooner
and you can pay it back in no time"
He took S100 of the money.
Boston Ed" tapped on the door and
then poked in his face.
"How's the old folls?" he asked.
They smiled at him in gratitude for
2fs kindness.
"The party breaking up?"
Yes; you get Jennie home safe for
me. l gotta slope out of town." said
Bill.
Husband and wife embraced and the
old probationer slipped from the room.
made his way through the gesticulat-
ing deaf and dumb patrons of the
saloon and disappeared into the night.
In his mountain refuge there were
hours of loneliness which beset John
! Nelson. He realized that the more he
achieved in life and the greater grew
his love for Molly Bryan the more ter
Tibe would be the reckoning for him
should the police ever corner him.
TIE oppressiveness of these hours be-
came such that he looked about for a
| mental occupation that would serve
to drive from his thoughts the fear
| that seemed to fasten ON him with
/ tighter grip as the weeks passed.
In the Dark Corner he was the only
man with money and sufficient warmth
and food and shelter sound enough to
make actual physical existence bear
able In winter. The poverty of the
mountain families was but little short
of the poverty of despair. Many of
them lived through the seasons with
never the possession of money. getting
their food from their patches Of open
| ground and their clothes by trading.
The majority of the people about him
could not read. Some of them had
never heard of Christ. AS he had turn
| ed to the poor in the mill section of
! Greenville. he turned to the mountain
eers of the Dark Corner With one OF
his negro servants he made excur-
! sions from his castle, going from
cabin to cabin. finding out what was
needed most and giving freely. On
these Samaritan trips he carried a
/ pocket Bible, and when he could find
an excuse for so doing he would read
to them the message that packs the
book from Genesis to Revelation that
the mercy of God shall endure forever.
On. the edge of his estate he built a
pine church with tiny spire tipping
the tree line. Here he provided a pull
pit for the mission priests and circuit
riders who travelled the mountain
paths. Here he made place for the
word of God and not for the word OF
diet or conference.
The snow of the first winter in his
mountain home began to hy, and Mel
son made trip into the city to secure