Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1915-11-29
NEWARK EVENING STAR: MONDAY. NOVEMBER 49, 1915.

congestion by a vast concourse Of
people who came from all parts Of
the city to view the scene Of destruc-
ton left by the pirates. Speculation
was rife as TO who and whence of the
pirate craft and crew; criticism OF the
city police was heard on every hand,
though what they could have done
against such an armament as the
pirates carried was hard to perceive:
IN TACT, the few more sober minded
seemed to be agreed that resistance
would have brought only greater de-
struetion upon the city. Making my
way slowly through the throng, /
bought one of the first of The
Courier extras as l stepped aboard a
north-bound car which was almost
empty. for the whole city seemed
headed for the Loop, and none were
outward bound.
Ny personal arrangements were
simply and quickly made, and Il Was
not yet o'clock in the evening when
| turned my steps toward a certain
house IN Sheridan road where for
more than year past l had been a
constant and, l believed, not alto
gether unwelcOme visitor
Not altogether unwelcome''-I can
smile now as 1 write the words,
though then the doubt which the
thought implied seemed pregnant
with tragedy. Indeed, the doubt had
always been Overwhelming. Not that
the lady of my thoughts should have
been beyond the hopes of a man OF
my station in life, for. though bred
and living in luxury, Beatrice Cam
eron was not rich; nor had she any
near prospects of being so. although
the world at large believed her to be
possessed of riches both present and
prospective. But newspaper men have
opportunities of gaining inside in
formation which are denied to the
world at largo, and knew upon what
uncertain tenure her uncle, Donald
Cameron-whose ward she was, he
and his wife being chi1dless-held his
seat on the Board OF Trade and his
position in the commercial world But
the very circumstances which, as any
one would have supposed, should have
given me hope, more often brought
me to despair. Beatrice Cameron was
a beautiful woman: she had been
bred in luxury-it seemed to be q ne
cessity of her existence. Rich men
were her suitors; and could I hope
that she, young, beautiful pleasure
loving. socially ambitious, would cast
in her lot with a mere newspaper
man, of some little reputation in his
profession, it is true, but with his for
tune all to VIM To most people of
worldly experience the answer must
seem obvious; but youth and love are
not easily daunted- For more than
year had danced attendance at the
mansion in Sheridan road. alternately
hoping and despairing. spending more
than could afford in order to hold
my own with far richer men. and as
was forced to confess to myself as I
walked meditatively along the boule-
ward, no nearer to the goal of my de-
sire that day than 1 had been twelve
months before.
! Perhaps the train of thought was
not exactly a happy one to pursue
under the circumstances, which may
have been the cause Of Miss CamerOns 5
greeting as she entered the drawing
room:
'fWhy, Tom." she exclaimed as she
extended her hand, you look as
gloomy as old Doctor Jobson when he
is about to preach a particularly dis
agreeable sermon; you really look as
| though you had come to announce the
death of your last and only friend"
/ felt confused and a little angry
that she had OWNED my mood SO url-
erringly. Therefore I fear my brow
did not relax as I answered:
well, Trix," (that was her nick
B8AAi1 EllO46 llCA CCtg CA4016a AAas7
happened today to make people look
serious, to say the least"
"Oh. you mean the raid of the
pirates, I suppose? We got an extra
an hour ago. I think it was perfectly
ripping-so dashing, so romantic. you
lnow-just like romance in real life.S
But there were people killed. thou
sands of dollars worth of property de-
stroyed, four banks looted"
Nov. Tom, pray don't preach, :"
holding up her hand with a deprecat-
ing little gesture. you know ! don {
care about all those things. oh, yes,
of course. care about the poor peo-
pie that were killed. but-well, you
know I don't understand such things;
I just see the romance, the daring,
and all that. But there, see you are
shocked, so let's change the subject
Surely you didn't come just TO tell me
about the pirates raid?'
NO" I said, II came to say good
bye"
what. Not forever, Tom2 Surely
not forever"
There seemed to be so much re-
proach, so much tenderness in the
tone OF her voice, in the glance OF her
blue eyes, in which-God help mel
thought there were tears, so much
entreaty in the touch of the hand
which she laid upon my arm, that !
was melted in an instant
Yes" I said. ''it may be forever.
though I hope and trust that it will
not be. I am going away, for how
long I do not know. and 1t would De
foolish TO try to conceal from myself
that may never return.
'Then why do you go?"
why do men take chances every
day? Some are in search of fame,
some of fortune"
And you?"
II? I am in search of both"
stOh, yes: / suppose You are going
to some outlandish place or other for
your horrid old newspaper, Just as
when you went to Turkey and were
gone for so long, and we heard from
you so seldom that people began 10
think you were dead. Tt is just like
you men; you come and say jauntily,
I am going away in search OF fame
and fortune, and i don't know
whether l will ever come back and
little you care how much pain you
cause your friends who are left be-
hindi"
Beatrice. do you care?"
"Of course / care, 1 am sure II is
not very pleasant to have friend
that / have known as long as l have
YOU. who has been so nice to me,
come to me with a face as long as Sir
Henry Irving's when he played Ham,
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