The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-11-17
BY Charming Pollock.

stirring this man would serve no
purpose. The great barrier he had
to overcome wa his indomitable
honesty and sincerity. It was no
time to goad these qualities. Hot
talk would not rout them. Fast talk
| might.
But Charlie Benfield was neither a
! diplomat nor q, tactician.
"Highfalutin' nonsense!' he flung
at Daniels philosophy.
| The remark swept away the cary
full approach Goodkind had sought
to build. He scowled at his collea-
que, then, seeing there was to be no
cooperation from this quarter in a
program of clear-headed appeal, he.
abandoned his tack and aligned him.
self with the intolerant, FESTIVE Ben
field.
"What?" asked Daniel, in all inno-
cense.
"Millions!" exploded Goodkind,
with gesture that took in all the
world and indicated that the fate Of
civilization was ut stake, as we'll.
"Oh, is that all?" There wasn't the
trace Of smile on Gilchrist's thin,
drawn, white face.
CAMP" stormed Benfield. Somehow
he felt this "upstart" was trying to
make fun of him. With the sensi-
tiveness of the inferior he was more
Infatuated at this than he would have
been had Gilchrist struck him. Again,
too, Daniels tranquility reused in
him an anger that he could not OK
plain.
! Daniel took the cigar from his
mouth, flung it aloft, then cast it
aside. .e.f. Z.
! "Am costing you one cigar?' he
asked quietly. "Am l costing you
one blanket from your warm beds,
or one stick of furniture from your
comfortable homes?' He looked
about the room, with its priceless
tapestries and rare furnishings. "Am
II costing you anything else you'll
, ever miss? I'm taking nothing from
you and I'm giving thousands of
men like you a chance to live"
i. "You're costing yourself your last
chance Of success!"
| There was tone Of threat in
Goodkind's remark.
Daniel looked at him with eyeA
that held both pity and scorn. I
| II don't want your kind of sue
cess" he shouted. "I'm through"
| He swung his arms in gesture of
resignation. II give you back your
/ job as gave you back your church
n and" This time it was he who
, threatened, but in different tone.
I"I give you "a hours to sign that
agreement"
Goodkind narrowed his eyes and
: glared at him.
If I do, you're finished" he shot.
81 Daniel was calm again now. There
I was a trace of smile about his
) eyes.
Il ~ am when you've signed" he
Z said quietly. He had picked; up his
hat and was moving toward the door
Ell G0odkind took q step forward.
If you walk out that door, you're
!, ! throwing away the chance of your
life!"
: "I'm keeping my soul!" Gilchrist
threw open the door and stood there,
= his figure framed by the arch against
( the black background of the dark
3 hallway.
II "You Judas!" snorted Benfield
a "You damned fool!" muttered
Goodkind.
. "Good night said Gilchrist.
CHAPTER XIV +.
: "Overcoat HaM"
There was an air Of patriarchal
d dignity about "Overcoat Hail."
J, downtown streets in the face with
}. something akin to pride, despite the
e fact that it's red-brick front was
t dulled by refacing dust and its loy
: stoop shambled bit under the bur-
den Of. age. scot
Years ago it had been mansion"
e prided, almost petted. But when
u New York crept uptown it had been
too cumbersome to carry along. And
l. now it was "Overcoat Hail." sur
x rounded by new and noisy human
7 neighbors who knew nothing Of it's
q tradition.
There wigs something Of the same
q mien in the man who stood before it
this Christmas Eve, looking at its
e lighted windows rather doabtfully.
% His INDIGESTION vanished as cold
g wind caught him and set him quiver-
9 ing unpleasantly. With a careless
y gesture Of resolve he strobe in.
= The room he found was warm. Il
% seemed comfortable enough, too. He
N surveyed it skeptically. At one end
20 was q platform, with . chair and
le table. At one side was Blackboard.
He read the inscription: "And so, to
81 the end of history, hate shall breed
q hate. murder shall breed murder,
until the gods create syracer that can
g understand" He looked puzzled,
y. then turned to another inscription.
4 Luck is work. he read and wave
le it away with. dirty hand. r
~ In the center at table he at hast
20 tdiscernedsama almost hidden by
o. largs swSxasjne, opened before him.
Z Hsllo, you" the newcomer beam
~ ed % th1 Oyercoat HALT"
30 "Grubby" Milton, red of face!
scraggly Of beard, hardly looked up
= % he replied in the affirmative.
g Tim: looking for Mr.. Gilchrist,"
er said the man.
4. HE amt in. but he win be. Have
~ q seat" 10y,
50 Mack sat down at the table and
N reached for magazine. He rejected
y several, then turned to Grubby.
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