The Green Forest tribune., 1915-02-05

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 crossroads store with rough mules hitched to fence palings. It was picture of home, and here was glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon- sciously back into the vernacular of the hills.
 Hey 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 heartwarming 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 shouldertouch to march by. And it was without his realization, too. that they laid upon him the imprint of their own characters and philoso- phy.
 T 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 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.
 Its very kind of you to warn me, " he said, quietly.
 The Hon. MT. Wickliffe rose in ex- asperation and paced the floor. The smoke from his black cigar went be- fore him in vicious puffs. Finally he stopped and leaned glaring on the table
 Your family has always been con- servative When you succeeded to the fortune you showed no symptoms of this mania. In Gods name, what has changed you?"
 q hope 1 have grown up" explained the young man, with an unruffied smile. One can't wear swaddling clothes forever, you know"
 The attorney for an instant softened his manner as he looked into the straight-gazing, unafraid eyes of his client.
 I've known you from your baby hood. I advised your father before you were 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 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 Horton's 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-'I am read ing 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. Its 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. plot! tell you, Winfred, aside from all other considerations the thing is perilous to yourself. You are riding for a fall. These men whom you are whipping out of public life will turn on you"
 ''So hear. Here's letter got this morning-unsigned. That is, I thought it was here We'll, no matter. It warns me that I have less than three months to live unless I call off my dogs"
 It is said that the new convert is ever the most extreme fanatic. Will fred Horton had promised to put on his working clothes, and he had done it with reckless disregard for conse- quences. At first. he was simply obey ing Adrienne's orders; but soon he fOInd himself Dlaying the game for