Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-05-07

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Does Billy Conrad still keep store
at Stagbone?'
Samson started and his gaze fell in
amazement. At the mention of the
name he saw crossroads store with
rough mules hltched to fence palings.
1t was a picture of home, and here was
a man who had been therei With
glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon-
sciously back into the vernacular Of
the hills.
"Hev ye been thar, stranger"
The writer nodded, and slipped his
whisky.
Not for some years, though" he
confessed, as he drifted into reminis-
cence, which to Samson was like wa
ter to a parched throat.
When they left the cafe the boy
felt as though he were taking leave
of an old and tried friend. BY homely
methods, this unerring diagnostician
of the human soul had been reading
him, liking him, and making him feel a
heart-warming sympathy.
It was not until much later that
Samson realized how these two really
great men had adopted him as their
little brother" that he might have
their shoulder-touch to march by. And
it was without his realization, too,
that they laid upon him the imprint
of their own characters and philoso-
ply.
Il have come, not to quarrel with you,
but to try to dissuade you" The Hon.
Mr.. Wickliffe bit savagely at his cigar
and gave a despairing spread to his
well-manicured hands. You stand in
danger of becoming the most cordially
hated man in New York-hated by the
most powerful combinations in New
York"
Wilfred Horton leaned back In a
swivel chair and put his feet up on his
desk. For while he seemed interested
in his own silk socks.
TITS very kind Of you to warn me, "
he said, quietly.
The Hon. Mr.. Wickliffe rose in ex-
ASPIRATION and paced the floor. The
smoke from his black cigar went be-
fore him in vicious puffs, Finally he
stopped and leaned glazing on the
table.
Your family has always been con-
sentative. When you succeeded to the
oh M cuO nf
this mania. In Gods name, what has
changed your"
Il hope have grown up" explained
the young man, with an unruflled
smile. One can't wear swaddling
clothes forever, you know"
The attorney for an instant softened
his manner as he looked into the
Strengthening, unafraid eyes of his
client
I've known you from your baby
hood, | advised your father before
you were born. You have, by the
chance of birth, come into the contro
of great wealth The world of finance
is of delicate balance. Squabbles in
certain directories may throw the
Street into panic. Suddenly yor
emerge from decent quiet and rur
amuck in the china shop, believing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
own. You seem bent on hari-kari
You have toys enough to amuse. Why
couldn't you stay put?"
They weren't the right things
They were, as you say, toys" The
smile faded and Horizons chin SCI
itself for a moment as he added:
'If you don't think I'm going to stay
| put-watch me-"
why do you have to make war
to be chronically insurgent?"
"Because"-the young man, who hat
walked up, spoke SLOWLY am read
ing a certain writing on the wall. The
time is not far off when, unless W.
regulate number of matters from
within we shall be regulated from
without"
Take for instance this newspapers
| w al yOu VIC lIlduS vi dlSu Oll me
| grumbled the corporation lawyer. IT.
less dangerous to the public thai
these financial crusades, but decided,
more so for yourself. You are re
| garded as a dangerous agitator, a mar
plot! I tell you, Winfred, aside from
all other considerations the thing il
perilous to yourself. You are ridinI
for fall. These men whom you ar,
whipping out of public life will turf
on you"
so hear. Here's letter got thi
morning-unsigned That is, though
it was here. Well, no matter. /
warns me that | have less than tire,
months to live unless | call off m!
dogs"
1t is said that the new convert il
ever the most extreme fanatic. vii
fred Horton had promised to put OF
his working clothes, and he had don,
it with reckless disregard for conse
quences At first, he was simply obey
ing Adrienne's orders; but soon HI
found himself playing the game TO
the games sake. Political overords
assailed as unfaith'ul servants. SHOWED
| thpir toath From coma biddan hu