New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-11-06

the trace of smile on Gilchrists
thin, drawn, white face.
"All % stormed Benfield. Somehow
he felt this "upstart" was trying to
make fun of him. With the sensi-
tiNencss of the inferior he was more
nfuriated at this than he would have
been had Gilchrist struck him. Again,
too, Daniels tranquility reused in him
an anger that he could not explain.
Daniel took the cigar from his
mouth, flung it aloft, then cast it
aside.
Am | costing YOU one cigar" he
asked quietly. Am costing you
one blanket from your warm beds, or
ono stick of furniture from your
comfortable homes" He looked
about the room. with IT'S priceless
tapestries and rare furnishings Am
costing you anything else you'll ever
miss Is taking nothing from YOU
and I'm giving thousands OF men ike
you chance to live"
You're costing yourself your last
chance of success
There was tone OF threat in Good
kinds remark.
Daniel looked at him with eyes that
held both pity and seorn.
Il don't want your kind of sue
cess" he shouted. TIN through"
He swung his arms in gesture OF
resignation, Il give you back your
lob aa | gave you back your church
and" This time IL was he who
threatened. but in different tone
II give you "a hours TO sign that
agreement"
Goodkind narrowed his eyes and
Glared at him.
III / do, you're finished" he shot.
Daniel was calm again now. There
was trace Of smile about his eyes.
II am when you've signed" he
said quietly. lie had picked mp his
hat and was moving toward the door.
Goodkind took a step forward.
III you walk ont 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 10y the arch against
the black background Of the dark
hallway.
You JudasP' snortcd Bonaeld.
You damned fool" muttered
Good night" said GiIchrist.
CHAPTER Ky.
"o,crcoat Hall
There was am air Of patriarchal dig
nifty about "Ovcrcoat Hall" 1t
town streets I'm tho face with some.
thing akin 10 pride. despite the fact
that it's rcd-brick front was Quilted by
rcfacinE dust and its low stoop
slfambled a bit under the burden Of
age.
Years ago 1t had been a mansion"
prided. almost pettpd. 1}ut when
New York crcpt uptown it had been
too cumbersome To carry along. And
now il was "OyerCoat Hall" sur
rounded by new and noisy human
who knew nothing Of fts
There was something or the same
micn in the man VINO stood before IL
this Christmas Eve, looking 81 Its
lighted windows rather doubtfully.
His INDIGESTION vanished as cold wind
caught him and set him quivering
With a careless ges-
ture Of resolve he strobe in.
The room .hc found was warm. u
seemed comfortable enough, too. He
surveyed IL skcpticalIy. - one end
was a platform. with chair and
table. At one side was a blackboard
lie read the inscription: And So
TO tho end Of history. hate shall breed
hate. murder shall hrred murder
until the gods create a race that can
lie looked puzzled.
then turned to another inscription.
Luck is work" hc read and waved
il away with a dirty hand.
In tho center ~ = table be a. last
dfSrerned a man. almost hidden by
large magazine. opened before him.
"Iief1o. YOU" the newcomer bcamed.
is this Oyerooat Han
'-GrubDy" Milton. rrd Of face.
scraggiy Of beard. hardly looked MP
sg he replied in the affirmative.
I'm looking Tor Mr. Giiehris4. said
The man.