The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1914-12-18
Anfhor Of
THE MAN HIGHER up" HIS RISE
TO POWER Etc


first giddiness passed. He raised his
head; II fell back with thud.
Il can't do H." he groaned.
But the mills-and Knziai
i've got to do It. ! must stop him.
must got 10 her"
Then began fight TO sit up, to
stand. 10 beat OF the invisible hands
trying TO drag him back into the black
ness. How long the struggle lasted,
BY what degrees he progressed, he did
not know; but when II was over he
was leaning weakly against the door
jamb. His brain was Keeling, he
breathed sobbingly, but by bracing him
self desperately with the cane, recoy-
cred In the struggle to stand, he man
aged to hold what he had won.
His brain cleared again, a little
steadiness came to the trembling
limbs. Summoning all his will. he
passed with uncertain dragging steps
out OF the shed. A cold damp wind
breathed refreshingly upon him. He
gripped his cane more tightly and
started slowly down the weedy road.
lie reached the foot OF the hill and
sank down in little rain pool, rested
pantingiy and layed his hot face few
minutes, then staggered to his feet
and limped on until weakness over
came him once more and he fell. /. !.
More than an hour later he was still
iurching along the road. Kazia and
the millsi They were In danger, they
Nara hatnU tabay, Fec.s t,l,,.. 10 ..n.,.a
save them.
So he beat his way slowly along
moonlit stretches OF rough road,
through darkened ravlnes where only
instinct found a path. until at last,
rounding curve. he saw the furnace
looming huge before him.
AS hours passed and Mark did
not return. sense OF an approaching
crisis, Of a danger, came to kazIa. The
suuall died away. full darkness fell.
the train she was to have taken with
Piotr rolled to a stop at the station
and out again, aud still he had not re.
turned. The sense grew heavier, pas.
siye waiting unbearable. TO escape
her foreb0ding she went out into the
night and walked about again In the
place she had once thought OF as a
haven. But she quickly left the ram
bling old village, seen for the first
time, yet holding 50 many memories
OF which she must not think, and went
over to the new Bethel with its wide
paved streets and rows OF pretty little
cottages. Many OF the cottages were
dark and untenanted as yet. but she
saw them as they would be when they
were the homes OF a happy folk who
toiled without exhaustion or fear, with
kindness in their hearts one for an,
| other
She left the cluster OF hcmes-to.be
and retraced her steps over the street
that led past tho mills 10 the bridge
started to cross. But at the entrance
she stopped. Everywhere 1t was the
same. redolence Of him. After all
60 her Bethel. the haven, was just
Mark Truitt
All her fine resolutions and philoso
| ply had become insufficient. The sight
Of the river. the woods In their au
tumnal glory, the song of the rapids
had revivitled the scenes OF her one
happiness.
She did not think that there might
be some to see. She was weeping
head bowed ON the bridge rail.
"oh. shouldn't have come. wan
himhim. And / have no right "a
have him. 1t would be the cruelest
thing | could do 10 him--even X ht
cared, ] was wrong to come"
Thus she told hope--the immortall
lit must not live.
Old Simon had no skill for 1t ant
hence no part in the building of tn,
mills. But he spent his days watching
them grow. OFTEN at night. wher
Bethel was sleeping. he would sliI
across the river to realize again tha
after so many years his dreams wer,
coming magniticently true.
That night he left his seat on tn,
stoop, where he had been wonderingl,
but patiently awaiting the absen
Mark. and trudged down to the rive
and across the bridge He saw III,
figure leaning on the rail at the farthe
end, but not until he was close did b,
see X was tnat OF weeping woman
He would have turned aside. but h,
perceived that she had heard him an,
lifted her head.
He stopped short. staring in aston
ishment at the woman, sort that ha
never before come within his ken.
After moments hesitation he wen
J to her.
is anything wrong, ma'am?"
She shook her head.
is there anything kin do fur yer
: Again the silent gesture.
t IF there Is" he persisted: I'D lik
to do II fur ye."
5 She found her voice. 1T is mott
! ing" She tried to smile. Sometime
2 women cry for nothing. about littl
things"
a Some women DO" Simon answers
q gravely. Il guess ye're strange
here, amt We? Pm Simon Truitt"
a She started You're his father?"
e Simon noted the unconscious use