The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-04-20
God he had long forgotten, to save

God he had long forgotten, to save
him
How long she talked and urged and
wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herself
did not remember, but somehow she
had held, them-still threatening-st1lf
ominous-tiIl far down the road she
saw a small speck that she knew was
an approaching sleigh with two figures
in It.
At sight of It she had forgotten ev-,
erything except an infinite relief. and
crying in her JOY had sped down stairs.
leaving Dan Page still huddled In the
windy cupoIa.
If she hadn't-she 0huddered, and
caught her breadth In a smOthered sob,
and for a moment the courtroom hung
In q haze before her and the voice or
Macpherson speaking on the witness
stand receded to a vast distance and
seemed to be again the murmuring
voices of that angry mob. But she
fought back the impending faintness
and the rising tears, and as one brac-
ing himself against the impact OF
some great weight, she Strengthened
her slender shoulders to meet without
| fiinching the story Of that mornings
| tragedy.
,"When Mr. Langdon and l drove
oop." Macpherson was saying. 1.-The
men were still there. and Mr.. Langdon
stood oop in the sleigh and made
speech to them urging them to go home
| quietly Miss Page is safe in tina
hands of a good DOCTOR he said. and
you will only make bad matter worse
IL you attempt to carry out this plan
/ ne rxyhi n0n of
I'll see to it that he leaves the COM
munity, but If you drive him out this
| way, it's going to mean disgrace to the
town and to Mary Page, too. Do you
suppose she could bear the thought OF
her fathers having been publicly whip
ped?' Well shouted one of the men,
''tis not beatin' her the way he has
done it Drivin' her and-the brute!
And the crowd began to mtsrmur again.
Then Mr. Langdon told them that the
drink was like q ragin beast inside
Mr.. Page, that he knew nought of what
he did; that he probably didn't remem-
Der anything that he really loved his
wife and his girl. And while he was
talkin' one of the men gave a cry and
! pointit oop. and there in the cupola
i stood Dan Page-wild like the daft,
! clingin' to the rail, and he cried DOT,
] What he says is Gods truth L love
my wife and girl as much as you men
( love yours It's whiskey that hurt
them-not me. I've been a slave In
the grip of fiend all my life. I've
tried-my God. men, I've tried-to keep
away from it-but it gets me- The
sight of 1.-THE smell of 1.-THE taste
Of it's ever in my mind. i drink be-
=. cause / must, and drink more to drown
the memory Of it! I've lived in hell
for years, and no horsewhipptng could
j., punish meas does the knowledge OF
this nights work Then suddenly he
burst out cryin'-sobbin' like child,
while the men stood starin' oop at him.
l. Then he flung out his arm and said.
'Philip-take care of them-be careful
q of Pollock-I'm going to take myself
out Of the community-now" And at
thot he leapit Oop onto the rail and
jumped"
Macpherson broke off abruptly, and
his hand shook as he wiped the drops
o of sweat off his forehead-and the shud
/, der that gripped him swept through
n the entire room at the thought of that
body hurting through the air dowE
upon the snow to stain 1t with thai
= swiftly flowing stream Of crimson