The Dolores star., 1917-08-17

the mo.s sesa yss have sor ne.
then"
.Tt u noble Of you. I shah love you
forever, butt"
He turned resolutely away and
walked doegedly out Of the room. Hell
en- nlingworth made q step to follow
him.
"Helen,- interposed her fathsr.
catching her almost roughly BY the
arm In his anger and resentment, If
you 20 out of this door after that man,
I'll never speak to you again"
"Father, I. love you. I'm sorry for
you. would do anything for you but
this. You have your friends. That
man yonder has nothing. nothing but
me. l must 60 to him."
She turned and went out Of the
room without a backward look or an
other word, no one OBTAINING her. Now
It happened that by hurrying down the
hill in the station wagon, Meade had
just caught local train. which made
connections with the Reading express
some twenty miles away, and Helen
nlingworth in her car reached the sta
ton platform inst in time to see II de-
part. She remembered that ten miles
across the country another railroad
ran and II she drove hard she could
possibly catch a train which would
land her in Jersey City Q few minutes
before the train her lover caught. She
told the chauffeur, who scented q ro-
nance and drove as he had never
driven before.
The girl caught the express and rode
to the Hudson terminal In the city.
The newsboys on the street were al
ready crying the loss Of the bridge.
She saw the story displayed In lurid
red headlines as she sprang into the
taxi and babe the chauffeur hurry her
to the Uplift building downtown. The
bill she handed him In advance made
him recklessly break the speed limit.
Bertram Meade. ST.. had not left the
ONCE during the whole long afternoon.
He sat alone, quietly waiting for the
end. As to the drowning life unrolls
In rapid review. 50 pictures Of the past
took form and shape In his mind. He
recalled many failures. No success 10
uninterrupted and unbroken. It Is
through constant blundering that we
arrive. He had learned to achieve by
falling. as everybody else learns. But
failures and mistakes, which were par
donable in the beginning Of his career.
could not be condoned now; those
should have taught him. He realized
too late that his later achievement had
begot in him a kind. of conviction Of
omniscience, belief in his own nInfalli-
bility. bad for q man. His pride had
gone before, hard upon approached the
fall. He had been SO sure of himself
that even when the possibility that he
might be mistaken had been pointed
out and even argued, he had laughed it
to scorn. His sons arguments he had
held lightly on account Of his youth
and comparative inexperience-to his
sorrow he realized 1t, too late.
Again came that strange feeling Of
pride, the only thing which could in
any way alleviate his misery or tighten
his despair. It was his own son who
had pointed out the possible defect.
Youth more often than not disregards
the counsel of age. In this case age
had made light Of the warnings of
youth. 1t was strange reversal. he
thought, grimly recognizing a touch Of
sardonic and terrible humor In the sit
| uation. ...
"Whom. the gods destroy they first
make mad" Well, he had been mad
enough. II he had only listened to the
boy. And now there was nothing he
could do but wait. Yes, an the long
hours passed and the sun declined, and
the evening approached. there sudden
ly flashed upon him that there was still
something he could do. He had ex-
perienced some strange physical SEN
sations during that afternoon. unease
in his breast, some sharp pains about
his heart. He forgot them for the mo-
ment In the idea that had come to him.
When the bridge fell he would avow
the whole responsibility, take all the
blame. Fortunately for his plans, his
son had reduced to writing his views
on the compression members, which
had almost taken the form Of protest,
and this letter had been handed to
his father. His first mind had been to
tear 1t up after he had read it and
! had overborne the objections contained
therein, but on second thought he had
carefully filed 1t away with the origi-
nal drawings. It was, Of course, in the
younger Meade's own handwriting.
He went to his private safe. opened
the drawings and found the letter at
tached to the sheet Of drawings. He
put back the other drawings and
closed the safe without locking it.
Then he went back to the desk and
considered the document. He had been
blind, mad. He laid the paper down
on his desk and Fut his hand to his
heart.
OF course he would submit those pa
pers to the public at once. Was there
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