The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1916-05-04
CHAPTER xIx-contInues.

CHAPTER XIx-contlnued.
ID
You want counsel and you are not
willing to buy it with the coin of con.
fdence," he said at length. adding:
1T is just as we'll, perhaps. l doubt
very much II / am the person to give
1T to YOU"
why do you doubt it? Isn't It q
part OF your Job?"
Not always. l am not your con.
science keeper, Brouillard. Don't mis-.
understand me. may have lived n
year longer than you have, but Won
have lived more-a great deal more
That fact might be set aside, but there
Is another: In the life OF every man
there is some one person who knows.
who understands, whose word for that
man is the one only fitting word of In
spiration. That Is what mean when I
say that / am not your conscience
keeper. Do / make 1t clear?"
Granting your premises-yes. Go
on"
II will. Wen paste that leaf down
and turn another. Though 1 can't
counsel you. can still be your faithful
accuser. You have committed a great
sin, Brouillard, and you are still COM
mitting II. IL you haven't been the
leader In the mad scramble for riches
here In this abandoned city. you have
been ocly a step behind the leaders.
And you we're the one man who should
have been like Caesars wife. the one
whose example counted for most"
BrouiIlard got Up and thrust out his
hand across the desk
You are a man. Castner-and that
Is better than being a priest" he as
serted soberly. 'Ill take back all the
Spiteful things I've been saying. I'm
down under the hoofs OF the horses,
and it's only human nature to want to
pull somebody else down. You are one
OF the few men in Mirapolis whose
presence has been a blessing instead
OF curse-who hasn't had q purely
selfish greed to satisfy"
Again Castner shook his head.
There hasn't been much that could
do. Brouillard, 1t is simply dreadful
the hard, reckless, half-demoniac spirit
OF this place! There is nothing to ap-
peal to; there is no room or time for
anything but the mad money chase or
the still madden dissipation in which
the poor wretches Geek to forget
can only try here and there to drag
some poor soul out OF the fire at the
last moment. and 1t makes me sick
sick at heartl"
You mustn't look at it that way"
said Brouillard, suddenly turning com
forter. you have been doing good
work and a lot of it-more than any
three ordinary men could stand up un-
der. l haven't got beyond seeing and
aDpreciating, Castner; truly l have
not. And I'll say this: eff had only
half your courage but it's no
use. I'm in too deep. can't see any
farther ahead than man born blind.
There Is one end for which have been
striving from the very first, and It is
still unattained. I'm past help now. l
have reached a point at which I'd pull
the whole world down In ruins to see
that end accomplished"
The young missionary took another
turn up and down the room and then
came back TO the desk for his hat. At
fui word he could think Of
Go to your confessor, Brouillard-
your real confessor--and go all the
more readily II that one happens to be
q good woman-whOm you love and
trust. They often see more clearly
than we dO-the good women. Try &C.;
and let me help where a man can
help"
For a long hour efter Castner went
away Brouillard sat at his desk, fight
ing as those fight who see the cause
lost, and who know they only make
the ruin more complete b. struggling
on.
Cortwrlghts guess had found its
mark. He was loaded to break with
front feet" and options and corners.
In the least speculative period he had
bought and mortgaged and bought
again, piunging recklessly with the
sole object Of wringlng another hun
drod thousand out OF drying sponge
against the time when David Massin-
gale should need Il. At first tho under
taking seemed easily possible But
with the drying Of the speculative
sponge it became increasingly diff
cult. More and more he had been com
pelled 20 buy and hold, until now the
bare attempt TO unload would have
started the panic which was only wait
ing for some hedging seller to FIRE the
train.
The sweat stood out in great drops
on his forehead when he finally drew
Q pad OF telegraph blanks under his
hand and began to write a message.
fainstaklngly no composed t. refer