The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-10-22
By EDWIN BAEMER
Copyright by Edwin Balmer
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CHAPTER XIV-Continued

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he was a little boy, had he thrown
off the burden of care cast upon him;
but now he hadI
He climbed with her gayly, strongly,
singing; shouting where an echo an
Swered; and they'd camp, sometimes,
high on the mountain together.
BY their campfire they'd talk-she
as never before to any one, even to
her sister; and he with freedom that
surprised himself as he told her of
his life before he met her, his strug-
giles, his hopes and his dreams, which
he had kept even from Winnie.
DO you know one thing love is
If it's nothing else?" he said to her
once just before they fell asleep.
WHAT"
ITS the end of the loneliness you're
born to and live inland not knowing
till you've her in your arms"
They returned to Chicago Of ac-
cented madness, with more banks and
businesses failing.
They went to a hotel where they
took temporary" quarters, but where
they remained for nearly a year. Ag-
mes said to her friends: It's my fault
l don't look anywhere else" AS a
matter of fact, she didn't care to.
Cathal was working day and night
for weeks on end, as his cases came
up in court; and the hotel was as
convenient as any place could be to
the criminal courts, to his office and
to the homes of his clients.
Agnes put nothing, in these days,
before his convenience and the chance
to be with him whenever he dropped
his work. Their interludes, between
the excitement of his appearances in
court exceeded even their happinesses
on the mountain. The excitements
and strainings, by which he lived,
were eXhausting to her; so she rested
a good deal by day, when he was
away.
She dwelt, indeed, in a very mael-
StrOm of madness. No other city sur
passed Chicago in display of the in
SanitieS of civilization. There it stood,
the grain-market of the world, on the
edge of a prairie afflicted with no
plague but that of plenty-Or surplus
age, indeed, of all crops and cattle :;
and men would have starved by the
thousand but for the bread-lineS, one
of them given by a gangster.
ScnOOl-teacherS worked unpaid; and
a committee, we'll financed by separate
funds, proceeded to gather proud ex-
hibits of a Century of PrOgress-and
day after day the bulletin-boards of
the city's best clubs posted another
and another black-bordered card bear
ing the name of a member who had
been in perfect health yesterday.
They went by their own hands; and
all did not choose death to escape the
consequences of their failures; many
chose fraud, embezzlement and be-
trayal of trust. The bulletin-boards
of their clubs took no cOgnizance of
this choice, when they made it; but
their names blackened the pages of
the newspapers and crowded the court
calendars. And some of them sent,
as had Philip Linsdale and Ormstead,
for Cathal Martin O'Mara.
Agnes always kept awake till he re-
turned to her after he responded to
such a call; sometimes it would be
three or four o'clock in the morning.
Always he returned wide awake, ex-
cited, intent, thoughtful.
He seized her and held her, and she
liked to lie in his arms whether or not
he felt like going over with her, Just
then, the new case he had lust
taken.
Lying still awake sometimes, after
Cathal had told her of his case and
dropped to sleep, Agnes regarded,
from this poignant viewpoint her own
family and her own old life.
MOney-hunger was the driving drag
on within these men-the hunger for
money, the root of evil from the oldest
reported time. They must have money,
these men; and especially, having had
money, they must regain their losses
and have more and more and more.
For what?
She thought of her mother and IA
Their, and of the woman in New York.
She thought of Bee and Davis-and
Jeb.
Davis was at work again in still an
other new association with Ken Rem
BILE; and Bees third baby, another
boy, was born and growing up.
Agnes went "home" good deal !;
for her mother had forgiven" her.
Indeed. Beatrice Gleneith had found
far less to overlook than she had ex-
pected; for her friends had been sur
prisingly mild in their criticisms, and
decidedly interested.
Things were very, very bad in Chi
cago. They were as bad as could be,
people said; they could get no worse.
But they did get worse-much, much
worse. insult crashed.
insult, the strongest man of the
city! insult, the emperor of power
and transit; insult, the mighty man
Of millions, who almost alone had
stood through nearly three years of
the panic-Insull crashed. And the
crash all but carried down-Chicago.
Not millions; hundreds of millions
in money was lost-the fortunes of
the great and the little.
Jeb was utterly wiped out; and so
was Ojai. Robert Gleneith was ruined.
His loans at the banks, which Jeb had
helped to arrange, were secured by
stocks in holding-companies, which
had dropped from a high" of hun
dreds of dollars a share to three
eighths of a dollar.
The banks had been unable to sell
him out fast enough; he owned moth
ing but the idle and now worthless
buildings of his plant; and he owed
three hundred thousand dollars.
He offered his home for sale, and
received no bid as great as the mort