Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-01-20

anu VNCA ITO Iool, ringing cold wealth.
er. Samson'S feet and legs had been
wet in the crossing, so that he found
1t difficult to keep warm. He crept
to the side of his horse, which had
laid down, and found a degree of COM
fort in the heat of the animal. But
1t was a bad night, at best.
I've had many a long, hard night.
but this is the worst of them," Sam
o thought.
There's many q bad night in the
history of the pioneers, it's shadows
falling or lonely, Unmarked roads,
cut by rivers, creeks and marshes and
strung through unnumbered miles of
wild country. Samson was up and
off at daylight in a bitter wind and
six inches of snow. 1t was a kind Of
work he would not have undertaken
upon any call less commanding than
that Of friendship.
He reached Chicago at noon, having
had nothing to eat that day. There
was no such eager, noisy crowd in the
streets as he had seer before. The
fever Of speculation had passed. But
there were many people on the main
thoroughfares, among whom were
Europeans who had arrived the
autumn before. They were changing
but the marks of the yoke were still
upon them. In Chicago were. the
vitals of the West and they were very
much alive in spite of the panic.
Samson bought some new clothes
and had a bath and a good dinner at
the City hotel. Then he went to the
office of Mr.. Lionel Davis. There to
his surprise he met his old acquaint-
ance, Eli Fredenberg, who greeted
him with great warmth and told Of
having settled In Chicago.
A well-dressed young man came out
of an inner office.
"Pd like ro see Nh. Davis" said
Samson. "Tell him that I've got ZONE
money that belongs to him and that
I'm ready to deliver it."
The young man disappeared through
the door of the private Office and soon
returned and conducted Samson into
the presence of Mr.. Davis. The two
men recognized each other.
swell, sir, what is it aboutT' the
young Spectator demanded.
"The daughter of my old friend,
Jack Kelso, owes you some money and
/ want to pay it." said Samson.
"Oh, that is a matter between Miss
Kelso and me-" Mr.. Davis spoke po-
litely and with a smile.
mot exactly-since 1 knew about
It," Samson answered.
II refuse to discuss her affairs with
you" Davis declared.
81 suppose you mistrust me-" said
Samson. well, I've offered to pay
you and I'm going to make it plain to
them that they don't have to worry
any more about the money you loaned
them"
every well, 1 bid you good morn
ing"
don't be in a hurry" Samson an
swered. 81 have a note of five thou
sand dollars against you. 1t is In
dorsed to me by Henry Brimstead and
I want to collect it."
81 refuse t. pay it" Davis promptly
answered.
"Then 1 shall have to put it in the
hands of a lawyer" said Samson.
"Put it where you like but don't
consume any more of my time"
but you'll have to hear me say that
1 don't think you're honest"
81 have heard you," Davis answered
calmly.
Samson withdrew and went to the
home of Mrs. Kelso. He found her
with Bins boy in her lap-a hand
some little lad, then a bit owe two
years old-at the house on La Sale
street. Samson told of the failure Of
Bins letter to reach him and Of his
offer to return the money which Da-
Wis had paid for their relief.
81 don't like the man and 1 don't
want you to be under obligation to
him." said Samson. "The story OF
Harry's death was false and 1 think
that he is responsible for 1t. He
wanted her to marry him right away
after that-of course. And she went
to the plague settlement to avoid a
rage. 1 know her better than you do.
She has read him right. Her soul has
looked into his soul and it keeps her
away from him."
But Mrs. Kelso could believe no
evil Of her benefactor, o would she
promise to cease depending on his
bounty.
Samson was a little disheartened by
the visit. He went to see John Went
worth, the editor of the Democrat, Of
whose extreme length Mr.. Lincoln had
h~umorously spoken in his presence.
The young New Englander was seven
feet tall. He welcomed the broad
shouldered man from Sangamon coun-
ty and began at once to question him
about Honest Abe and Steve" Doug
las and o. II. Browning and E. d. Ba-
ker and all the able men of the middle
oo,n+inS At fhQ first opportunity