White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1930-03-28
CHAPTER II-Continued

rubber coat, and began to fill his pipe
az he looked out over the workings.
81 wish all the boys in the world
could stand In this window and see
what's going on down there" he said
"That idea gets into my head every
time l come here. II would Till EN-
with ambition, show 'em what can be
done, give 'em something to live and
work for. Rotten day. isn't it?"
"Rotten." agreed Paul.
"But for man WHO'S done that
1t ought to be sunshine all the time."
added nerwent, lighting his pipe and
putting at II with great contentment.
"Splendid work, Paul Something to
be proud of all your life. Some
thing"
81 hate It," interrupted Paul. "l've
hated 1t from the beginning. I've hated
1t for three years."
Derwent nodded ~ know It,"
Paul turned from the window with
fiercely eloquent gesture AT thirty
eight his lean, 1.-THE figure was more
| llkO uu . lLNh NiACu LC was u
boy. There was something in the cut
| of his chin, his neck, his shoulders.
and the look in his eyes which seemed
to set him widely apart from the
scene he had moOdily surveyed mo-
ment before. Shadows were hidden
behind them, restless and troubled
shadows, which revealed themselves
only now and then like ghosts whose
grief could not always he kept behind
walls of flesh. His eyes were deeper
blue than when his mother had known
him. and they held ?, chained some.
thing which was forever struggling
against the powerful will of the man
Occasionally the prisoner was re
leased, and when this happened there
was singular, far-seeing. almost
poetic beauty in them and the steel
went out of his flesh, SO that he
seemed all at once to come under the
1 passing warmth of an influence other
than that which had become SO deep
ly rooted In his life.
Derwent's analytical mind had ar
rived at the truth of the matter long
time ago. He nodded again and re
peated: II know you don't like It
But It's great work. just the same.
Paul looked at hiIG, with grin
SMILE and Derwent surrounded him
self with cloud of smoke.
do you think am quite fool
Colin? Do you really believe coult
be on job of this kind for three
years without getting pretty &C
curate measurement Of myself? The
fraud of it all makes me sick The
! hattery OF my friends-everyhod!
GENTLY powerful go')head OF som
kind! tell you it's all a lie. mud
hate 1t. I'm glad didn't build tina
outrage down there. I'm glad ther'
isn't mark of my hand upon II
Good Cd | would die by inches
rather than destroy beautiful rive
for thing like that-desecrate ,
masterpiece for few dollars profit
prostitute gift which God put ther'
when the world was n ade. that a few
worms like you and me may turn i
to our selfish ends. II there Ia
Power that mounts the storm ant
walks upon the wind 1t ought to strik
us dead for transforming paradis
into that !"
Weeks and months and years o
gnawing torment had at last broker
through the dam Paul had built III
about his emotions, and he spoke
words which yesterday he would hav
throttled In his breast.
''Fifty million dollars In and abou
that hole before It Is finished. Der
went." he said "My fathers money
That is why am here. score o
engineers are on this job, and ever.
one of them is better fitted to fill m.
place than l. They have done TN
work. not l. Respectfully they suimi
suggestions when they know the,
should be commands. Yet they ar
slaves TO my whims and desires a
long as they remain on this work.
am the strutting figurehead OF a tnan
cial monarchy hate that pit dow
there. | hate the millions going int
it. take no pride In what seems t
thrill you all. II filed my prope
place would be among the men dig
ging and messing myself with clay
earning my six dollars a day. Bu
I'm here instead do not have T.
succeed simply because cannot fai