Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-08-13

SELF. The stout man responded with
something like churlish taciturnity
to the ~half-dozen men and women who
came over with batteries. But later,
when the trio was left alone, his face
frightened, and he turned to the boy
from Misery.
Does Billy Conrad still keep store
at Stagbone?'
Samson started and his gaze fell in
amazement. At the mention of the
name he saw a crossroads store with
rough mules hitched to fence palings.
1t was a picture of home, and here was
a man who had been therel With
glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon
sciously back into the vernacular of
the hills.
"Hev We 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
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of al 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 az their
little brother that he might have
their shoulder-touch to march by. And
1t was without his realization, too,
that they laid upon him the imprint
of their own characters and philoso-
ply.
Thave 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 a while he seemed interested
in his own silk socks.
Its very kind of you to war; me-"
he said, quietly.
The Hon. Mr.. Wickliffe rose in TX
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
fortune you showed no symptoms of
this mania. In Gods name, what has
changed your"
"a hope l have grown up" explained
the young man. with an unrufled
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 yes of his
client.
I've known you from your baby
hood. / advised your father before
you we're born. You have, by the
chance of birth, come into the control
of great wealth. The world of finance
is of delicate balance. Squabbles In
certain ~directorates may throw the
Street into panic. Suddenly you
emerge from decent quiet and run
amuck in the china shop, believing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
wi You seem bent on hari-kari.
You have toys enough to amuse. Why
couldn't you stay putt"
They weren't the right things.
They were, as you say. toys" The
smile faded and Horizons chin set
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 had
walked up, spoke slowly-"T am read
ing a certain writing on the wall. The
time is not far off when, unless we
regulate a number of matters from
within we shall be regulated from
without"
Take for instance this newspaper
war you've inaugurated on the police"
grumbled the corporation lawyer. IT'S
less dangerous to the public than
these financial crusades, but decidedly
more so for yourself. You are re-
garded as a dangerous agitator, a mar
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all other considerations the thing is
perilous to yourself. You r riding
for a fall. These men whom you are
whipping out of public life will turn
on YOU"