Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-17
BY SIR GILBERT PARKER
Author Of THE Seats Of the Mighty"
THE Money Master" etc.

Joined to his, by one that truly loved
him, whose fate was his.
His brain was afire. BY one that
truly loved him Who was there that
loved him! Who was there at one
with him in all his deep designs, in
ALI he had done and meant to doT
Neither brother. nor sister, nor friend,
nor any other. None of his blood was
there who could share with him the
constructive work he had set out to do.
There was no friend whose fate was
part of his own. There was the boss
doctor but Rockwell was tied to his
own responsibilities, and he could not
give up, of course, would not give up
his life to the schemes or another. There
were n dozen men whom he had helped
to forge ahead by his own schemes, but
their dcStinies were not linked with
| his. Only one whose life was linked
with his could be trusted to be ms
eyes, to be the true reporter OF all ne
did, had done. or planned to do. only
one who loved him. -,
But even one who loved him could
not carry through his incompleted work
against the assaults of his enemies, who
were powerful. wntchful, astute and
mcrcilcss: who had greed when set
money higher than all else in the world
They were of the new order OF things
in the new world The business OF life
was to them not system OF barter
and exchange, a giving something vi
value to get something of value, with
margin of profit for each, and sense
of human equity behind; it was cock
nit where one man sought to get what
another man had-and get it ALMOST
anyhow.
It was the work Of the faro bank
man. whose sleight- of hand deceived the
man that carried the gun. -.
Against such men had Ingloby worked
tho tricksters, the manipulators. At
the basis of his schemes was organlza
tion and the economy which concentrated
and conserved energy begets together
with its profit. He had been the enemy
of waste. the apostle of frugality ana
thrift and it was that which had en-
ablcd him. in his short career, to win
the confidence of the big men behind
him in Montreal, to make good every
step of the way. He had worked for
profit out of legitimate product and
industry and enterprise, out of the elm
ination of waste. 1t was his theory
(and his practice) that no bit of old
iron. no bolt or screw, no scrap of paper
should be thrown away that the cinders
of the engines could and should be
utilized for that which they would make !;
and that was why there was paper
mill and foundry on the Sagalac at
Manitou. That was why and how, so
far. he had beaten the tricksters.
But while his schemes flashed be-
fore his mind as the opiate suspended
him in the middle heaven between sleep
and waking, the tricksters and manipu-
lators came hurrying after him like
marauders that waited for the moment
when they could rush the camp in the
watches of the night. His dsordered
imagination saw the ruin and wreck
of his work, the seizure of what was
his own-the place of control on his
railways. the place of the Master Man
who cared infinitely more to see his de-
signs accomplished, than for the profit
they would bring to himself. Yesterday
he had been just at the top OF the hill.
The key in his fingers was turning in
the lock which would make safe the Sc
curities of his life and career, when it
snapped. and the world grew dark as
the black curtain fell and shut out the
lighted room from the wayfarer in the
gloom. Then, it was, came the opaque
blackness which could be felt, and his
voice calling in despair: "Blind! |
am blind"'
(TO BE CONTINUED)