Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-01-05

Tho Hypocrite ellison Congrata'atIns
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, wouldn't come up here squeslin'
like a 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 adjectiyo-"should be
sent up
Mason fe,t it was l. strange trick Of
fate. that sent that young loose
mouthed rOundcr to the district at
torneys office at just the time it was
possible for hinfto act, He had been
admonished by his chief to forget 1t
when he reported that fragrant viola
ton of the law, and 1t seemed to his
highly imaginative mind that this mo
ment had been opportunely selected by
an unscenIiudge to weighHthe 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 injunctions were
slighted, CLOSED over, spurned-knew
that truth was unalterable, everlast'
ing, infinite. Truth wouldn't be any
tho less truth or his ideals any the
less fine 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 II
he failed TO acknowledge it in his
actions?, Ill., ,n ..-.... .....
w.
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 the 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, ! said I'd
be back soon, when l 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 fierce
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 pillar Of 30"
ciety.' Ponderous and portly. he was
endowed by nature with dignltled,
heavy face, aud 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-five. His deeply
scanned face and massive jaw we're his
greatest assets. and would have
vouched for him had the rest OF his
appearance needed endorsement.
His voice, never harsh or strident.
had a 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
err volume and more sincerity tried tor
n vain. a
His Bible class reverenced that
voice and unconsciously acknowledged
Ito influence BY IN unusual proficiency