The Snowflake herald., 1916-11-03

nc matter whether he works fer a
I nlAaman or Wants to play WICh dolls
/On my front porch"
ms coming from the lips of the
generally snenC GIlson had It's effect
and, III the nundre0S or conversations
that followed the kIIllng-Lhe OplnIOn
OF GIlson was gwen and raGILied.
Later that nlsnC Tights came down
to The general store tor a can OF beans.
he entered IN his generdny turLve
ndhner aud man. VINO had not heard
us enuance and CHANGED TO turn
quIchIy, bumped into hlm.
Inc previous day ln4S man would
nave WaIhed On MILhOuC even nOC.c-
Ing the shrinking figure but today he
drew qu4chIy aside and win smlrk
saIo, AxcuSe me, Mister lights"
me tlLle OF "MlsLer,' Seemed to
touch sprlAg and release The reply
That came instantly from the lips OF
lights, My names henderson," as
he WaIhed on 10 the counter
Gibson heard the remark and COM
ing Toward SAID, What KIN l do Ter
you, DIr. Henderson,"
he shrunAen figure stopped-the
head Jerhed up and The eyes opened.
mr.. Hen0erson" many thOu-
sands or years had passed since he
had heard that name and heard it
With the accent OIL respect IL now
Carried? BacK-Way bdcA-through
the ages, has mind slipped. he saw
thousands OF people unu6r the ughLIy
stretched canopy OF the big Iop"-he
cCuId smell again The Odor OF SdWduSt
anu hear the band crash out d long
chord as he posed at The foot of the
rope la0der leading TO his trapeze. The
NAH IN The dress SuIC Was caInng with
all The power OF his cIarlon IKE voice
Mister Carlyle Henderson, the
Worlds greatest aerial artIst!" and to
his ears came The applause OF ali those
thousands OF hands.
Unconscious4y the figure of the man
Strengthened and he looAed straight
into G-lsonS eyes. '1hanKs,' he said,
aL0 tnen reVerClng to the Whine Lhey
so Wei knew, Gllnme IAN beans"
Wnen he left there was a moments
silence and Ihen G1son remarked"
I hat talk of mine today stands cop
peled that man got an eye Inat
ooLt know what fear ICoks lke." And
Gllson wos rlght-tor the eye that
flashed AT him Tor the one ns,ant was
the eye If Carlyle Henderson,, the man
WHO laughed at tear and enjoyed the
Which he 1oOks Gown on the circus
crowds.
ON the way back to his hovel, Tights
Walhe1 as III u dream. Mlster Hen
derson." HIS shoulders tired TO throw
off The burden CT shame the years mad
piled upon them and sLralghCened
slightly. Mister Henderson. The
shunIIng feet were un CONSCIOUSLY lift
III
henderson" He Was at the door of
his s.aDle-' Gawd! Wot 0 place ter a
mon 10 live Ia" he mutcered. then
he stopped aid sCoCd hAlt-trightened
"A mamie had not used those words
Tor years. He mad called himself or
thought Of himself us "a guy a"poor
St4tt', "a geeA", this 10" how dlG he
come to say a man? Then through
his brain the two phrases seemed to
rum Mister Henderson-a man.
Mister henderson, man" and then
then IIghls came to the surface In a
burst OF reanzation, and tears-tears
OF seIf-pity, self condemnation and
weak anger, ran down his face and
curslng IN futile, whining manner he
threw himself onto the heap of rags
he called his couch and wept.
Yet through all the hours that fol-
lowed the words, Mister Henderson"
kept running through his head. He
spoke Them himself. He lay in a semi
sTupor thinking of every accent ellison
had used-"MlsIer Henderson,
TO him came the craving to hear and
enjoy the sweetness of the experience
again.
He would go down to the store and
purchase pug of tobacco,a box of
matches, anything-anything to hear
Gison say again Mister Henderson"
AS he entered the store he realized
there was some unusual excitement.
Two voices were swapping like the
crack Of whips. Gilsons was the first
he heard, you got the stuff and you'll
pay fer it"-and then the voice he
did not know, You're a damn liar!"
and then-then a crash of two pistols
so close.y together as to almost sound
as one-and a fall. Then a voice
rather awed "Gilson's dead"
The full horror of it came slowly to
Tights. Robbed! Robbed of that for
which he would now almost give his
life. Robbed of again hearing Gnson's
voice saying Mister Henderson" and
robbed by some one that, even now,
was there.
Tights slipped through the mob un-
til he came to the open space in which
stood brawny miner at whose feet
lay ellison. The miners gun was still
in his hand-a rather sneering look
on his face.
Tights crowded into the open space
his hand in his shirt front. He moved
towards the big miner-slowly-un-
evenly-like snake draws towards its
victim.
The miner saw him and started-his
pistol rose as flash until it covered
the head of Tights. "You keep away
from me-" he thundered.
Tights never wavered. This man
had robbed him of more than life.
Had taken from him the sweetness
of hearing himself again named as
a man. He would kill this man. He
knew it. What mattered it if he him
self were killed now? He laughed at