The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-18
CHAPTER XIV.
Gates Of Brass


1t was an hour beyond the normal
quitting time on the day of ultimatums
and countef-threatenings. the small of.
fee force had gone home, and the
night squad Of deputies had come to
relieve the day guard. Griswold closed
the spare desk in the managers room
and twirled his chair to face Raymer.
I'VE may as well 60 and get some.
thing to eat" he suggested. There
will be nothing doing tonight"
Raymer began to put his desk in or.
der
mo, not tonight The trouble will
begin when we try to start up with a
new force. Call it a weakness if you
like, but I dread it, Kenneth"
Griswold's smile was mere bar.
Ing of the teeth. That's all right, Ned;
you do tho dreadng and I'll do the
fighting" he said; adding: What
we've had today has merely whetted
my appetite"
The mcn of peace shook his head
dejectedly.
Il can't understand it, he protested.
up to last night ! was calling you a
benevolent socialist. and my only fear
was that you might some time want
to reorganize things and turn the plant
into little section of Utopia Now you
are out-heroding Herod on the other
side"
Criswold got up and crushed his soft
hat upon his head
only fools and dead folk are denied
the privilege of changing their minds"
he returned. Let's go up to the Win
nebago and feed"
The dinner to which they sat down
a little later was small feast of ST.
lence. Though he had not betrayed it.
Griswold was fiercely impatient to get
away to Margery.
Twice, on his way to her after leav-
ing Raymer he fancied he was fol-
lowed. and twice he stepped behind
the nearest shade-tree and frightened
his grip upon the thing in his right
hand pocket. But both times the rear
ward sidewalk showed itself empty.
Since false alarms may have. for the
moment, all the shock of the real, he
found that his hands were trembling
when he came to unlatch the Grierson
gate, and it made him vindictively
self-scornful. Also, it gave him a
momentary glimpse into another and
hitherto unmeasured depth in the val
ley of stumblings In the passing of
the glimpse he was made to realize
that it is the coward who kills; and
kills because he is a coward.
He had climbed the steps of the
broad veranda when he heard his
name called softly from the depths of
one OF the great wicker lounging
chairs half hidden In the veranda
shadows. In a moment he had placed
another Of the chairs for himself,
dropping into it YEARLY.
Il saw you at the gate" she said
THE men are still holding out?"
I'VE are holding out The plant is
closed, and 1t will stay closed until
we can get another force of work
men"
There will be lots of suffering" she
ventured.
Its no use" he said. answering her
thought There is nothing in me &c
appeal to-"
There was yesterday, or the day be
FORE" she suggested.
Perhaps. But yesterday was YES
terday, and today is today. AS I told
Raymer little while ago, I've cbanped
my mind"
NO" she denied. you only thin,
you have. But you didn't come here
to tell me that?"
mo; l came to ask a single ones
ton. How is Mr.. Galbraith?"
"He is very sick man"
you mean that there is a chanc,
that he may not recover"
More than 9 chance. I'm afraid"
After moment Of silence Griswo,,
said. II did my best; you know I al,
my best?"
Her answer puzzled him a little.
i could almost find = in my hear