Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-03-07
SYNOPSIS

runs after MN III IanSlS VI ShSAN
skirts to bid him good-by.
CHAPTER II-Captain Wayne tens
Alan of the failing of the Waynes.
Glenn drinks Alan's health on MS
birthday.
CHAPTER III-Judge Healey buys
i picture for Alix Lansing. The judge
defends Alan in his business with MS
employers.
CHAPTER IV-Alan and Alix meet
at sea, homeward bound. and start
hirtation. which becomes serious.
CHAPTER V-At home, Nance Ster.
ling asks Alan to go away from AliX.
Alix is taken to task by Gerry, her
husband, for her conduct with Alan
and defies him.
CHAPTER vI-Gerry, as he thinks,
sees AliX and Alan eloping. drops
everything. and goes to Pernambuco.
CHAPTER VII-Alix leaves Alan
on the train and goes home to find
that Gerry has disappeared.
! CHAPTER VIII-Gerry leaves Per-
nambuco and goes to Piranhas. on
a canoe trip he meets n native girl.
CHAPTER IX-The judge fails to
trace Gerry. A baby is born to AliX.
CHAPTER X-The native girl takes
| Gerry to her home and shows him
the ruined plantation she is mistress
of. Gerry marries her.
CHAPTER XI - At Maple house
| Collingeford tells how he met Alan
Ten Per Cent. Wayne'-building
bridge in Africa.
CHAPTER RXII-Collingeford meets
AliX and her baby and he gives her
announcement about Gerry.
! CHAPTER XIII-Alan comes back
to town but does not go home. He
makes several calls in the city.
CHAPTER XIV-Gerry begins to
improve Margaritas plantation and
builds an irrigating ditch.
! CHAPTER XV-In Africa Alan
reads Clem's letters and dreams of
home.
CHAPTER XvI-Gerry pastures
Lieber's cattle during the drought A
baby comes to Gerry and Margarita.
CHAPTER XVII - Collingford
meets AliX in the city and finds her
changed.
| CHAPTER XVIII-Alan meets Alix,
J. Y. and Clem, grown to beautiful
womanhood, in the city and realizes
that he has sold his birthrlght for a
mess of pottage.
CHAPTER XIX-Kemp and Gerry
become friends.
Alix puzzled over the slip of paper,
"What's the name of the place?
can't make it out"
"It's a little hole on the borders of
Thibet. That papers been handed
along for FIVE months. The envelope
it came in was in tatters."
Dear Old Pal" read Alix, "Do you
| remember what l used to tell you?
When a man has seen all the world he
must go home or die. When we last
parted 1 had three places left to see,
but they haven't lasted me as long as
l thought they would. have sent you
my battery. The bores are a bit too
big for the new powder and you can't
use the guns, know, but you'll have
a home, old man, and you can give
them a place in a rack. They will
make a little room as wide as the
ends of the earth. 1 didn't kill her. l
made her kill herself. Bodsky."
Allx was puzzled again but then she
remembered $50 he didn't kill her,
after ALL" she said.
xiii her! Kill what?" said Col
1ingeford. "Oh, yes. 1 remember. AS
if that mattered."
at matters. 1t does matter" cried
Alix, outraged.
"Forgive me-" said Collingeford. T
had forgotten that you never knew
Bodsky. You said Yesterday that Bod
sky used naked language. You were
right. Bodsky undressed things. Just
as some people see red and some blue,
Bodsky saw things naked. He could
look through a black robe of rumor
| spangled with lies and see truth naked.
He was naked himself-naked and un-
ashamed It's hard for me to make
you see because you did not know him.
Bodsky was one of those men who
could have accomplished anything
only he didn't. He sifted life through
a big mesh. All the nonessentials-
the trivialities-fell through. An act
with Bodsky was volition, measured,
weighed and then hurled. That's why
If you knew him you knew that in his
hands crime was not a crime. That's
why l know that he is dead. He new
er used a stale cartrldge-his gun nev-
er missed fire."
Alix unused. 81 can't see him-I
can't quite see him. 4 man who can
accomplish anything and doesn't seems
wrong-a waste"
"You don't see," said Collingeford,
because you are facing my point of
| view. You must turn around Bod
sky used to say that all humanity had
a soul, but it took a tragedy to make
a man. His tragedy was that life cut
him out from the herd. He wasn't
creator, he was a creation. Genera
tions, races, cons, created Bodsky and
left him standing like a SCARED crag.
| He had but one mission-to see and
understand. Have you ever sat in the
desert on a mOonlit night and looked
at the Sphinx? 1t holds you--it holds
yours eyes in a vice. You wonder
why. I'll tell you. 1t knows. That's
the way it was with Bodsky. He only
towered-knew-und If that
is nothing. Bodsky was nothing"
They were silent. Presently Col
lingeford helped her out and together
they passed through the rich foyer, the
latticed palm room, and up the steps
into the latest cry in dining rooms. A
little table I'm the far corner had been
reserved for them. As they crossed
the crowded room hush fell over the
tables. Some looked and xvara eiIanf