Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1914-07-24
CHAPTER III.
The Masters.


He found himself, lonely foreign
figure knowing not whittier he would
go. somehow In the city's heart.
Chance led him to the principal thor
ouglfare The city had begun to quit
its toll, and the released toilers were
pouring into the street, an endless I'M
ordered horde, needless OF him as they
were Of one another Never before had
he seen so many people
He had confused sense OF being
sucked into a narrow, gloomy canyon
through which poured food OF hui
manity, treaeherous. dangerous tor
rent with many cross-currents. Count
less faces wan in the unnatural twt-
light streamed by him; a stranger
type to him, fox featured, restless OF
eye
Fun darkness fell He paused under
fiery sign, The Seneca Through a
great plate glass window he saw a
eaudy red and gold interior broken by
many NbiulllllH NllhN W lh' ihShPtiN
eye somewhat resembled marble Unit
formed pages scurried TO and fro. Well
dressed men lounged In easy chairs or
sauntered leisurely about. Many lights
burned brilliantly He looked within
longngly.
While ne debated whether or not to
,ptar tbta nynansiVa- lnoLinp hnatalry
porter swooped upon him and
snatched from HIS hands the ancient
carpetbag that held his slender ward
robe
This way, sub
He followed the porter TO the desk,
painfully conscious of the figure he
cut, uncouih, out OF place A clerk
of lofty mien placed an open register
before him.
Write your name here"
Mark wrote IT,
And your town.
Mark hesitated and then, with q
logged lowering of his head, firmly
hlO'f VIZ ihiIiV VI 'luN WY
Ia the dining room that night many
smiles were cast at the raw country
youth. He did not regard himself as
subject for mirth As he attacked
the strange viands the waiter set be-
fore him, little Of his self-roDfdenee
returned The vivid sense OF u cruel,
Z
sickness for Bethel, the refuge, sub
sided
He began to take In details Of the
novel scene around him.
His ears strained to catch the re.
marks that tioated 10 him from the
neighboring tables. II was strange
tongue he heard lightly Diminishing
topics that would have busted the COS
sips Of Bethel for moon. There was
a young man who wore diamonds and
talked in loud and Impressive
fashion,
Elizabeth, see, broke the
record again" elizabeth, it devei-
oped, was not race horse, but one OF
the Quinby Steel company's blast fur
nacee. Yes, sir More'n forty thou.
sand tons. Henley saysI think NO
myself we're going 10 have the big
/ gest steel year yet. Moo. don't
4 just exactly know him, but know
I people that do.-And Tom Henley's
going to be the biggest steel man In
( the business gets his fifty thousand
year already. MacGregor and
Quinby? Oh, they're the richest. They
/ let the others make the steel while
they make the money. See? Ha! ha!
Tom Henlcy's the brains of the
Quinby crowd And he's the ID.
est Spectator. Worth his half
million. they say, and amt over thirty
five :"
And this was the city from another
angle. Tom Henley, evidently, had the
monster well in hand,
The name had a familiar ring. MARI
drew from his pocket letter Richard
Courtney had given him that morning
Upon it was inscribed, ITO Thomas
Henley, Esquire"
"He may be willing TO help yos
find work." Courtney had said, III hs
remembers me-"
Mark regarded the letter thought
fully. He wondered what was In 1t
After moments hesitation he opened
lit was unsealed-and read it.
my Dear Henley" the letter ran
4 am sending you one who is thu
work Of my hands. He is young
man of parts, good friends as W.
say up here in Bethel, With work,
Also he has a nose for money Thel
are qualities for which you, perhaps