Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1914-09-09

emotion.
you put a God In my brain and
heart" he went on. "You made a soul
come to life in my old body" In his
sunken eyes there was luster that
made bene6cent the deep lined face.
II found my old girl" he continued,
after a pause in which he mastered his
feelings. You made me want to find
her and, thank God, found her good
and patient woman and glad to have
her man back. I'm some different, Kid.
I'm some different. and owe it to you.
I'm going after that man who let you
be sent up for life. and I'm going to
get him and drag him to the Office of
the district attorney, If get there with
my head caved in"
Nelson took his wallet from his
pocket.
Here is plenty Of money, BILL" he
said. Take it and use it. 1t isn't
loan or gift. What is mine is yours.
Spend all that Is necessary. am
rich man. You were the means Of my
achieving wealth."
Guess I'll need some Of It," the pro-
bationer said. ''I'll take it. anyhow.
and when all comes out right I'll &C.
count to you for it. Then my old wo-
man and l will come down here and
work for you"
Does son let his father work for
him?" asked Nelson. NO! I'll work
for you, Bill, many years, God willing"
A storm springing from Carib seas
had swept northward along the Flori-
da and Georgia shores. Down from
the north came the tail end of big
blizzard; the two met of the Carolina
coast. In the wild rush Of tempera-
lures seeking normal levels, heat and
cold mingled in the South Carolina
mountains and deluge Of rain re-
suited.
Mighty Caesars Head, Kings noun
tain and Paris mountain were washed
clear Of snow by the torrent. The
wind skirled in leaf1ess boughs and
branches. howled through ravines and
gorges in mountainsides, and the food
made the Saluda pick up its bed and
rush away even as did the man who
lay Ill an was made we'll by a mir
acle.
The mountain roads were torn and
ripped by the food. They gave up the
frost in them and the red clay was
turned to series Of twisted ribbons.
With the clatter Of a dozen rapid
fire guns came low swung automo-
bile with unusually heavy tires. high
mud guards and huge oil tank toward
the crest Of Paris mountain from the
west. A screen Of mud and water half
obscured the driver. Big goggles hid
his eyes.
On the top of the mountain, standing
in a runabout type Of machine, girl
waited. She had torn a racing mask
from her face. and it lay caked with
red clay on the drivers seat behind
her. Her abundant hair had fallen
from its fastenings. and the wind play
ed with it as a great cat would play
with loose hank OF golden yarn.
The onrushing motor made the crest
Of the mountain with heavy lurch
Of great beast In attack. came to a
stop and shivered. sending flecks OF
mud shooting to right and left as the
driver pulled himself from the wheel
seat
Molly Bryan lifted her right hand
high In the air in the unconscious sa-
lutte Of ancient times.
Stripping himself Of great coat and
goggles and tossing them into his ma
chine. John Nelson hurried to her.
II saw you when you started down
CLASSY mountain" she said. Her face
was pale. II did not know whether
you would make it safely" Her left
hand went to her heart
His beard was splashed with clay.
In his eyes was the effulgence Of the
stars. He had come. perilously cours-
ing up and down the mountains. to
ask her aid in buying Christmas gifts.
in the shops Of the little city nesting
below them, for the little children of
the poor in the Dark Corner. He was
the unconscious instrument of one of
the beatitudes, BLESSED are the poor. ~
The look In her eyes, the trembling
| Of the hand she extended to him, the
quaver in her soft voice, the quick
flush that replaced the pallor of bel
cheeks as she read the love message
in his look, gave him the hint that she
expected his tongue to utter the
thoughts that filed his mind.
But he held back the words. HI
was still master of his tongue, but NJ
man with love in his heart, in every
| 6ber of his being. can master his soul
! He held up hand to her. She took
| it and started to step from her car
Her heel slipped on the wet running
board and she fell against his breast
Her head lay on his shoulder and
with the world far below them and
the clouds lowering about them, theil
lips met in the kiss of betrothal.
With Molly Bryan's kiss on his lip:
and sweetening his life. Nelson fount
himself on the other side of the chasn
he had shrunk from with dread in hi!
heart.
J The thought that his stanch friend
the old convict, was off on the hun
for the man he dared not himself seel
brought him a measure Of assurance
for his still troubling conscience.
Then. too, Molly took total posses
sion Of him and banished from hi!
mind all concern except the moments
concern. He felt the warmth Of he
sweet woman's body and its soft pres