Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-08-14

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Laura's Fianee Throwing Her Fathers
Tenants Out of Thir Homes.
only partly paid for, and as they re-
main in your fathers possession un-
til entirely cleared, and as the men
are earning no money and cannot con-
tinue payment. we are foreclosing the
mortgages. That is ALL"
$50 you rob them of their homes.
For shame I'll stop that" And
Laura, showing indignation in every
pose of her dainty little body, hurried
away to find her father.
An hour passed-an hour freighted
with frightful portent for the actors
in the tragedy of toll and tyranny
that is rapidly nearing its final cur
tain. In that hour Laura had found
her father and with arms around his
neck had begged him to have mercy.
you must take pity on your poor
toilers, father" she had pleaded and
that hour Mrs Shand had stormed
the meeting of the strikers in the
vacant lot and had, in an impassioned
plea of crude eloquence. lashed them
into fury for revenge. In that hour
Karl Hurd, a vow for vengeance in
his SOUL had left the body of his dead
wife and gone to join the maddened
strikers.
Though he did not yet realize n,
David Powers, for the first time in his
life, had reached a point where events
were getting beyond his control. 4
higher hand than his was dealing the
cards. Fate had taken part in the
game. And so it happened at the
very moment that his daughter
Laura had decided to slip from the
house and go down herself ana help
the stricken families of her fathers
employers, the strikers themselves
auto and give him the beating up
they felt he so richly deserved.
Skilfully Shand disposed his forces
at a point of vantage in a turn of
the road just beyond the Powers
mansion. The men were armed with
clubs, and at a point in the boule-
ward where they were hidden until
the auto was almost upon them, logs
were thrown across the highway.
Hurd volunteered to act as lookout,
and Shand, not knowing that the
half-crazed and sorely stricken man
had craftily stolen the revolver from
his own side pocket, accepted his
services Go up near the gate and
signal us when the auto starts:''' were
his final instructions. And so the
stage was set.
Slowly the limousine drew. out from
the Powers estate. The millionaire
had drawn the shades to protect4him-
self from the insults and gibes of his
men on the streets and Laura had not
bothered to raise them. Out onto
the road the machine swung and had
| Just gathered full momentum when
the chauffeur's heart was turned to
stone by the orange tongue of flame
that leaped from behind the trunk of
tree, by the ringing shot OF a we'll
aimed gun, by the crash of glass in
| the body Of the car behind him, and
by the mad maniacal peal OF laughter
that echoed wildly through the after
noon air. AS he brought the auto
into a quick turn he caught one
glimpse at a pair of strangely staring,
/ unhallowed eyes that peered at him
from behind the trunk of the grand
{ old tree at the roadside.
| David Powers was an influential
man in the community where he
lived. Police had guarded his pala-
| tial home all during the strike. They
were near at hand when the shooting
took place. And so it happened that
the exulting, grinning murderer was
quickly caught and was dragged into
Powers library while the agonized
millionaire, still in the first burst of
his awful grief, was bending over the
cold, dead form OF his beautiful mar
tyred daughter.
do with me what you will.
have had my revenge! The world
has one less tyrant to oppress It,"
Hurd shouted. And then his eyes
| fell upon Powers. He started as if
he had seen a ghost.
"You," he muttered weakly. "You.
Thought"
And then his eyes travelled slowly
to the beautiful form on the couch.
"And she was kind to me-" he
sobbed. "She gave my Betty money.
She wanted to help us and killed
her"
The words seemed to arouse Pow.
ers. For the first time he became
conscious that he was not alone.
"YOU!" he shouted in his turn.
His eyes blazed fury and he made
one infuriated leap at the manacled
maniac before him. He would have
killed the man with his bare hands
had not the police and Travis re-
strained him.
around tho bier. And to each had
been meted out his own appropriate
punishment. Poor Laura had paid
with her life. Travis had paid with
loss of his fiancee-With the prospect
of facing blighted life until relieved
by a merciful death. Hurd in his
wild pursuit of revenge had paid by
adding another sorrow, another re-
morse to his already overwhelming
burden of woe. From David Powers
had been exacted the greatest trib-
ute. He paid with the life of his
most precious possession-his daugh-
ter. For in the Tragedy of Tyranny
and Toll, as in the other great trsg-
edies of life, the weak must pay as
we'll as the strong, the innocent ~