The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-21
BIOOERS
EARL DERR
Copyright, 1915. by the Bobbs-MerriiI
 
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 MT Magee,' he began, .T hardly need mention that the terrible thing which happened-in there-is between you and me-and the man who's dead No one must know. Least of all, the girl who is to become my wife-it would embitter her whole Iife-as 1t has mine.'s
 Don't say that,'' Magee pleaded. tsYou will forget in time, Pm sure. And you may trust mel had forgot ten already" And indeed he had, on the instant when his eyes fell upon the Reuton Star.
 Miss Thornhi1l approached. her dark smiling eyes on Magee. Kendrick look ed at her proudly and spoke suddenly, determinedly:
 ~"You're right, will forget. She shall help me.''
 A shadow had fallen upon the train the shadow of the huge Retfton sta ton In the half light on the platform Mr. Magee encountered the mayor of Reuton Above the 1essening roar of the train there sounded ahead of them the voices of men in turmoil and riot. Mir Cargan turned upon Magee face as placid and dispassionate as that of one who enters an apple orchard in May
 ssThe boyse' he smiled grimly, .'wel- coming me home"
 Then the train came to a stop, and MT. Magee looked down into a great array of faces and heard for the first time the low, unceasing rumble of an angry mob. Afterward he marveled at that constant guttura1 roar, how it went on and on, humming like tune, never stopping, disconnected quite from the occasional shri1 or heavy voices that rang out in distinguishable words. The mayor looked coolly down into those upturned faces, he listened a moment to the rumble of thousand throats; then he took off his derby with satfric po7fteness-
 "Glad to see one and a1l!' he cried. And now above the mutterings angry words could be heard ssThat's himr, That's S2OO,0O0 Carganr' Flows the weather on Baldpate?'' and other sar- castle filings about tar and feathers
 A squad of policemen who had en- tered the ear from the rear forced their way out on to the platform
 Want us to see you through the crowd, MT CaTgan7'' the lieutenant asked
 New hoots and cries ascended to the station rafters. "Who pays thef po- tfceT' seWe do." ssvho owns 'em s'' sscargan" Thus question and answer were bandfed back. and forth. Again a voice demanded in strident tones the lgnominious tar and feathers.
 Jim Cargan had not risen from the slums to be master of his town with put keen sense of the theatric[ He ordered the police back into the ear. 'sAnd stay thereI'' he demanded. The lieutenant demurred- One look from the mayor sent him scurrying MT. Cargan took 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 actions for them, pillars of the church bowling like beasts
 And stffl, like that of beasts, the mutter of the mob went on, now in aI undertone, now louder, and still that voice that first had plead for tar and feathers plead still for feathers and tar And here a group preferred the rope
 And toward them, with the bland smile of child on his great face, his cigar tilted at one angle, his derby al another, the mayor of Reuton walked anf1fnchingly-
 The roar became mad. defiant. Blu Cargan stepped forward boldly. Nov he reached the leaders of the mob. H, pushed his way in among them, smil Ing, but determined. They closed il on him A little man got firmly in hii path He took the little man by tn, N shoulders and stood him aside witt some friendly word And now he wa <,F hi way through, and the crowd began t scurry away. They scampered lfk ants, cIawing at one another's back to make path
 And so finally, between two rows o them, the mayor of Reuton went hi way triumphant1y. Somewhere, ol the edge of the crowd, an admirinl voice spoke Hello, Jim!'' The may pr waved his hand. The rumble o their voices ceased at last. Jim Car gan was still master of the city.
 Say what you will,'' remarked MI Magee to the professor as they stoo together on the platform of the cal there goes man"
 He did not wait to hear the profes sor's answer, for he saw the girl 0 the Upper Asquewan station standin Dn a baggage truck far to the left 0 the mob wave to him over their heads Eagerly he fought his way to her sids It was hard fight. The crowd woul sfst part for him as it had parted fo -1e man who owned the city.
 saHello, MT. Ho1dup Manw The gil seized MT. Magee's proffered hand an leaped down from the, truck to hi .si7e-
 .eBIess the gods of the mountains, s-.1o Magee; s'they have given me Dac my accompliee, safe and sound!''
 sThey were black, lonesome gods, she replied, s-and they kept whisperin fearful things in my ear I couldn't LII lerstand I'm glad they didn't kee me.'s
 ASo am I" The crowd surged abor them Many in it smiled and spoke al mirIngly to the girl. Its great to
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