The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-02-18

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Mason.
it left off on the night that Mason
stumbled upon the notorious Sid
Dodge's place, running wide open.
You see," he finished, IF I wasn't
sure that whole outfit is as crooked as
hell, 1 wouldn't come up here sQuealin'
like kid. But I'm dead sure those
dice were loaded, the wheel was lop-
sided and the cards were marked;
and I think that this rotten lot Of
underhand pirates" Mason wondered
at his qualifying adjective-"should be
sent up"
Mason felt it was a strange trick of
fate that sent that young loose
mouthed rounder to the district at
torney's Office at just the time it was
possible for him to act. He had been
admonished by his chief to forget it"
when he reported that fragrant viola
ton of tho law, and it seemed to his
highly imaginative mind that this mo-
ment had been OPPORTUNITY selected by
an unseen Judge to weigh the sincerity
of his principles against the material
success" of his career. He knew that
his principles were right-that his
ideals were noble, aspiring, splendid.
true-knew that they would be true
no matter how their injurctions were
sighted, CLOSED over, spurned-knew
that truth was unalterable, everlast-
ing. infinite. Truth wouldn't be any
the less truth or his ideals any the
less fiae because he failed to stand by
them. What good would it be-where
was the advantage of his broad con-
ception of what was right and just il
he failed to acknowledge it in his
actions!
That night the busy traffic of Sid
Dodge's gilded cafe was interrupted
in the midst of its feverish play by a
squad of police, headed by Ellis Mason,
and the entire outfit loaded into a
waiting patrol wagon. Clarice Adair,
the dancing girl and guiding spirit"
Of the place, recognized Mason as
the man who, two nights before, had
refused her urgent persuasion to play.
While tho police were busy taking
charge of the place, he went up to
her.
I'm sorry, but you'll have to be
detained. You remember. l said I'd
be back soon, when 1 felt luck to be
with me-" he laughed; you see, I've
made q clean sweep, as promised"
She looked up at him. all the fsrce
vindictiveness of her passionate soul
finding expression in the concentrated
stare Of her hate-glowing eyes.
Eyes, you have made a clean sweep
of it this time" she said slowly, in
tensely. Make the most Of it. The
banker always wins-in the end"
He turned from her, smilingly, but
annoyed at her covert threat, and pro-
ceeded in the direction of the men
under him.
Charles Gibson was a pillar Of so
ciety." Ponderous and portly he was
endowed by nature with dignifled,
heavy face, and pompous air that his
snow-white hair and ivory-headed
cane did a great deal toward making
impressive. He was fifty-fve years
old and seemed sixty-fve. His deeply
scanned face and massive jaw were his
greatest assets, and would have
vouched for him had the rest OF his
appearance needed endorsement.
His voice, never harsh or strident,
had q peculiar booming quality that
made his slightest utterance seem
fraught with significance, its very
tone commanding the respectful audi
ence that many another voice of great
er volume and more sincerity tried for
In vain.
His Bible class reverenced that
voice and unconsciously acknowledged
it's influence by an unusual proficiency