The toiler. [volume] (Cleveland, Ohio) 1919-1922, 1920-06-04
The Black Sheep.
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Chapter XXXIIl.

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herself, "I have just PACED thru 4
library, and developed conceit." Shl
smiled at her self analysis. Why did
she have to see all the imperfeetiOns in
life anyway, that was the thought tka;
troubled her. She leaned back and
looked out thru the window. 1t was
East growing dark. A few stars shown
out from among grey black clouds
She noticed neither the stars nor the
clouds, but visualized the image OF
Jack Thurston care-free in the wood:
of the mountain wilderness. Why should
he play such powerful tho uncon
sciOus roll in her existence. She did
not reason on the subject. When the
human mind is attached to an OBJ
iect of affection it does not reason
If it really does reason the attachment
is imperfect. All she knew, was that
he was different from other men
she knew. His views of life were diff
ferent. When he was abused, he did
not retaliate in kind, but endeavored
to explain. He even tried to exonerate
the judge who had unjustly imprisoned
him. "To know all things means to
forgive all things he had said. 1t was
bigger truth than Frank Cartwright
was capable of. In fact, at the time
ne had spoken it, Olive had not grasped
it. but her consequent study of the
thought modes of teachers, editors
merchants preachers and politicians
had caused her to realize that man
kind enmasse do what they feel they
must do, under the pressure of en-,
vironment, SO that if you could know
all the circumstances there was bound
to be an excuse for every act
To her, Jack had been an example
Of what she conceived real christianity
ought to be. He had not mistaken the
cross for the Christ. But tonight she
saw deeper as Jack had spoken deeper
than she had been able to understand
She realized that christianity urges
forgiveness, which is form of con
doning by those who consider them
selves superior, the acts of those who
they consider inferior. The very act of
forgiving makes the forgiven holier in
his own eyes, than the forgiven. IT
was only another way in which the
type struggle, and thru it the class
struggle manifested itself in human
society. Jack, on the other hand had
told her, that he did not forgive or ask
to he forgiven. He only tried to I'm.
ferstand, and endeavored to make him
self understood. "To forgive is Christ
IKE, but to explain is Justice" had
been his words.
Tie more she thot of those things
TIE more wonderful became her vision
oil the boy she had first seen in the
murky light of a prison cell Each
moment in that short acquaintance
she treasured as jewel.
She tried his philosophy on herself
Couid she explain why Frank Cart
wright should call this boy whom he
had never seen, ga nameless bum. y
SIMPLY because an unworthy Judge had
sent him to an undeserved cell. Frank
knew that the judge had been exposed
and had been made the scape goat TO,
the whole ring of grafters of which he
was but part A crtain sense of pride
surged through Olives blood at the
thOt OF this. 1t had been her work
that started the agitation which mi
the Judge out of office The fact tha,
very little had been gained by it. OF
course was not apparent to her at
thaf time. But aside from that she
succeeded in explaining Frank Cart
Wright'S attitude. It was after all not
difficult. He was jealous, and iealousg
is a ghoul, which digs into the menta,
tomos of the past, awakening the emo
iions that tfrived in the jungle AM
the cave.
Frank Cartwright was aware of th:
fact, that Jacks words had place.
Olive beyond his reach. 1t had wound
ed his pride to think that this son Of
the working class, unshaven, unwasbei
and well jailed, should have thwarted
nm in his desire. The thot maddenoj
MN. Yes, she could understand. But
the fact that she could understand, did
not help her to forget Jack neither diG
1t cause her to love Frank. She re
read Jacks notes for the fifth tim,
qua became convinced that between
her and Frank no bond could endure
nhe felt certain, that unless .Jact
should come into her life again shr
would have to resolve to face the world
alone "Poor Frank she sighed A,
sac threw herself on the bed anl
consciously watched the subconsciou,
struggle between her instincts ana
tranny She decided to answer his let
ter 1t was no small task. Thouoht,
iairly cracked in her brain. Heart
brain and hand wed with each otbe,
ior expression. 1t was the woman n,
work but no sooner had she begaun tC
write, than the lady, the product Of
ehurch and school, got busy. She told
her not to write or to write ms. !
card of acknowledgement, that was The
nee thing to do. But the woman
proved to her that the card was Toe
small, she must at least write notn
80 she sat down to write or ratbn,
TO waste paper. "My Dear Mr.. Thurs
ton: NO that was too familiar. "Mr
y. Thurston: Dear Sir" suggested
the lady. "Never," retorted the wo
man. "Dear jack" Oh horror, tha,
would never do. How she would like
to write the way she felt, "Society
forces us to be hypocrites against our
will.' Jack had said. How true 4
was. Well for once I'll be natural be
the results what they may she said
TO herself.
"My Dear Boy" she wrote and then
she looked at it. Surely this was i'm
prudent. What would he think of It
but she let IL stand She had made he,
decision, and as usual IL went. "I'yc
had many presents in my day but the
one that Mr.. Il, c., whoever he may
be, sent me was easily the best presen,
have ever received. Surely, l thought
that in the enjoyment Of your liberty