The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-09-30
CHAPTER XVIII,
The Pendulum-Swino.

all destinations likely to prove uni
formly disappointing. Turning his
back upon the iron works in the day
of defeat, with no very clear idea Of
what he should do or where he should
60, Griswold pushed through the
strikers picket lines, and, avoiding the
militant suburb, drifted by way of sun
dry outlying residence streets and a
country road to the high ground back
of the city.
In deserving Raymer he was actu-
ated by no motive of disloyalty. On
the contrary, so much of the motive as
had any bearing upon his relations
with the young iron founder sprang
from generous impulse to free Ray
mer from an incubus. If it were the
curse of the Midas-touch to turn all
things to gold, it seemed to be his own
peculiar curse to turn the gold to
dross; to leave behind him a train Of
disaster, defeat and tragic depravity.
The plunge into the labor conflict had
merely served to afford another strik-
ing example of his inability to break
the evil spell, and Raymer could we'll
spare him.
On the long tramp to the hills the
events of the past few months mar
shaled themselves in accusing review.
No human being, save one, of all those
with whom he had come in contact
since the day of dragon-bearding in
the New Orleans bank had escaped the
communicating touch, and each in turn
had suffered loss. The man Gavitt
had given his name and identity; the
mate of the Belle Julie had sacrificed
what little respect he may have had
for law and order by becoming, poten-
TALLY, at least, criminal accessory
The little Irish cab-driver had sold
himself for price; and the negro
deckhand aad earned his mess of fried
fish. The single exception was Char
lOtte Farnham, and he told himself
that she had escaped only because she
had done her duty as she saw it.
And as the bedeviling thing had be-
gun, so it had continued, losing none
of it's potency for evil. In the little
world of Wshaska, which was to have
been the theater of Utopian demon
stration, the curse had persisted. The
money, used with the loftiest inten-
tions, had serfed only as means to
an end, and the end had proved to be
the rearing OF an apparently impas.
sable wall Of bitter antagonism be-
tween master and men. And the Sc
cret of the moneys origin and acquisi-
ton, which was to have peen so easily
cast aside and ignored, had become
soul-sickness incurable and even con-
tagious. Griswold was beginning to
suspect that it had attacked Margery
Grierson; that it had subconsciously,
if not otherwise, thrust itself into
Charlotte Farnham's life; and the
days lately past had shown him into
what depths it could plunge its
wretchee guardian and slave.
Now that the plunge had been ta4en
and he had been made to understand
that he must henceforth reckon with a
base and cowardly underself which
would not stop short of the most helm
Gus crime. he told himself that he must
have time to think-to plan.
Caring nothing for it's roughness, he
followed the country road into valle.t
forest of oaks. After an hour of aim
less tramping he began to have occa-
sional near-hand glimpses of the lake;
and little farther along he came out
upon the main-traveled road leading to
the summer resort hotel at the head of
De Soto bay.
Still without any definite purpose in
mind he pushed on, and upon reaching
the hotel he went in and registered for
a room. Here he drew the window
shades and lay down, and since the
week of strife had been cutting Deep
ly into the nights, when he awoke it
was evening and a cheerful clamor in
the dining room beneath told him that
it was dinner time.
1t is trite saying that many gulf,
seemingly impossible, has been safely
bridged in sleep. Bathed, refreshed
and with the tramping stains removed,
Gri9wold went down to dinner with the
lost appetite regained.
Early on the following day he sent a
note to Mrs. Ho1comb by one of the
inn employees; but the copy Of tho
Daily Wahaskan laid beside his break
fast plate made It unnecessary to tele-
phone Raymer. The paper had a full
account of the sudden ending of the
lockout and the resumption Of
work in the Raymer plant, and
he read it with curious stir
ring of self-compassion. AS he had
reasoned it out, there was only one
way in which the result could have
been attained so quickly. Had Raymer
taken that way, in spite of his wrath.
full rejection Of the suggestion? Doubt
less he had; and on the heels Of that
conclusion came q sense Of f1enrivat i0n