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Reformer
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Antlicr ot “In Bis fitec*." “Robert
Hardy'* Bevcii Raya." Etc.
Copyright, Utl, Ini Charla 31. Sheldon
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“If* Mr*. Caylor!” Gordon exclaimed
a* the face of tbe figure appeared.
The woman waa cru*hed Into a slck-
enlng pbyalcal man. but *be waa allra
and conscious.
“It’a Mr. Gordon. Mr*. Caylor!" said
John, with a aob. a* he tenderly wiped
tbe face nod with Barton'* belp lifted
off the beam that bad cruabed her.
Tbe woman soaped and apoke feebly,
bnt clearly:
“Do you think I’ll ace Louie? Ho waa
a good boy—a good boy.”
“Ye*, yea, Mr*. Caylor. nnd hi* body**
straight now. and ho'a out of pnln."
“A good boy. Yea. out of pain now,"
aba murmured. Gordon nnd Barton
forehead, and. leavlnff'bfin'in charge
of one of the residents, bo went out to
tbe work. When bo and Mias Andrews
bad dug out tbe child. It bpd breathed
Its last. Miss Andrews kissed tbe dis
figured face, nnd tbe first tear that
Gordon bad over, seen her abed fell on
tbe body. •'
“One of our children In tbe kinder
garten. Ob, my God I I-'or this slaugh
ter of the Innocents who shall be
counted guilty?”
She curried tbe eblld Into tbe bouse,
and when she come back there was nn
added divinity of righteous indignation
In ber blue egos, added sadness In tbe
lines of ber patient face.
Day broke on Waterside' district
Ward 18, over a scene that bud never
ber ore been witnessed In any part of
tbe city. There bad been very many
fires before tbls horror of tenement
bouse tire. Ward 18. But no disaster
bad ever before been marked by sucb
sickening slaughter of children. In No.
01. Mr. Marsb's double decker, twenty-
nine children were burned or crushed
to death. In the other blocks twenty-
three more were victims of tbe falling
wall 'or the night's exposure. Seventy-
five families were Instantly beggared,
saving only tbe clothes they wore, and
left without a roof to shelter or a cent
to pay for bread. Great piles of value
less furniture and bedding filled tbe !
streets nnd alleys, soaked by the rain 1
fully die. Tn tbeTeferf*^ horror oTlt; president, btrt the munlcIpaHty sup-
all as tbe work of searching the ruins i fort* a king, ’
went on and dense throngs of curiosity I When Gordon went up to see Barton
seekers choked all tbe district John j tbe end of the most barrowing day
Gordon was aware of one prominent
figure that was apparently omnipres
ent—Tommy BandalL He was on band,
cheerfully encouraging those who bad
lost everything, securing temporary
quarters for those who were wander
ing bewlldergfl through tbe streets or
sitting dumb and stolid on tbelr dam
aged piles of household goodx, distrib
uting wagon loads of bread agd coffee
be bad ever known, be found bis friend
raving -with fever. He did not know
Gordon! Tbe nurse was in charge wltb
Williams, and all Gordon could do was
to drop a tear on Barton's face as be
kissed the burning forehead nnd exact
a solemn promise front Williams to
send for blm at once whenever tbe end
was near. Then back again to three
days*' experiences that aged blm. but
and In several cases hunting up lost ; brought out all bis reserve force-and
be bad a Mist quantity of it.
children and bringing together families
that bad become separated during tbe
confusion.
Once as he stepped out of tbe ball for
a moment to get a breath of fresh air
Gordon almost ran Into Itnndall, who
bad one child by tbe band and another
In bis arms, both of them devouring
sandwlebcs. Randall nodded to Gor
don. but did not speak, nnd Gordon
stepped back without saying anything.
But all tbe rest of tbe day be bad s
vision of Tommy Randall and those
children.
Both morning nnd evening papers
contained full accounts of tbe “Tene
ment Fire Horror on Bowen Street."
Tbe News printed a list of names of
lifted tbe form and carried It over to
Hope House entrance. There was no j which continued ull day. Hope House
need of wolds. No other place was stood solitary nnd alone, choked wltb
property owners, and i’bllo H. Marsb's
name wan prominent among them as | among them like an angel of God. At
Two event* In those three days stand
out sharp nnd distinct In tbe life of
Jobn Gordon.
The first event wits bis deepening ac
quaintance wltb Grace Andrews.
Working together side by side during
tbose three days, they rapidly grew to
respect and have confidence In each
other. Grace Andrews amazed Gordon
by her courage, ber Infinite patience,
ber profound pity for suffering, ber en
durance under circumstances so terri
ble that more than one of the men resi
dents In tbe bouse fainted away at tbe
sight of some of the bodies take!) from
tbe ruins. In several Instances Gordon
felt confident that Miss Andrews loved
tbe dying back into life. She moved
possible. As yet tbe fire bad not
touched It The crowd that surged
tbe dead and the living, among whom
Miss Andrews moved with an angel's
through Bowen street bad suddenly pity nnd u commander's firmness. She
left everything else unsaved to protect j was perfectly self possessed nnd knew
Hope House. Miss Andrews was out Just what to do next. Under ber lead-
by that tangled heap cf torture nnd ershlp order grew out of uvvf.i confu-
dcatli, digging wltb her bands at the sion, and Hope House, transferred Into
monstrous pile, working with n mail's n hospital, knew at once that she who
energy and shaming more than one had been the gracious head of the Het
man by her culm but determined cour
age.
But Hope House had suddenly come
tlement was also Its director under the
shadow of tills fearful calamity.
Burton hud Is en curried into one of
to mean moro 111 a few seconds than It . tbe resident's rooms. When Gordon
bad meant In a dozen years to tbe pro- ! entile In to see him after bo had yielded
pie. That silent pale, resolute, nwfn'ly to re-enforcements sent in by the de-
patleut woman who had been loving j partment. Barton was lying so pale nnd
them rcslstlcssly ull these years, who still that Gordon feared tbe end bad
was now over there digging at the liv
ing graves of the people, whnt of tbe
place called her home, the center of
her benignant Influence? It should not
perish. The people of Bowen street
surrounded the place and fought death
for a grim hour, aided by re-enforce-
conte, but the great eyes opened In n
moment, and Barton whispered:
"Take me up to my rooms, John.
Williams Is used to caring for me, and
I am In tbe way here.”
"In the way! .Miss Andrews," Gor
don spdke to her ns she appeared at
ments of tbe department. In almost the door of the room. "Is my friend Mr.
• dream of action Barton and Gordon Barton In the way here?"
had participated‘In tbls wild fury of j “In tbe way! I feared you bad
owner of the “double decker lire trup."
as It was lubeled. livery paper In the
city had an editorial on the subject,
but only one of them, the Index, culled
ntteiitlou to the fact that for years tbe
nature of the construction had been
fully known and nothing done because
city politic* did not wish to Interfere
with property owners who prid n cer
tain amount of blackmail for the prlvl-
lego of Ignoring city ordinances. A
special meeting of the city council,
culled to consider the conation of the
people hi the ruined district, took ac
tion to provide temporary quarters for
the homeless. Meanwhile public indig
nation cooled almost as fast ns tbe
ruins 111 Bowen street, when It was ru
mored flint several prominent men and
women had subscribed several thou
sand dollars to the survivors nnd that
us one result of the tire n set of model
tenement buildings would be built In
the burned district. John Gordon, read
ing nil tbls In moments when be rested
from the great strain that continued
for many days, could not repress a
.strong feeling (that nothing but Chris
defense. They first carried the I sidy ! passed on, Mr. Bnrtou, when I saw
of Mrs. Caylor Into the linll. A* they 1 .vou carried into the house by .Mr. Gor-
lald It down both knew that whnt they
laid down was a lifeless, shapeless
heap of hones nnd flesh. 'She was wltb
Loulo now
On I he other side of Jordan,
In the sweet fields of Eden
Where the Ire* of life Is blooming.
Tho men rushed out to the defense,
and In that next hour Waterside dis
trict witnessed ns heroic a struggle as
any age of chivalry ever Isnistcd. It
was not an occuslon for tho depnrt-
doll. You are not able to bo moved.
The exposure"—
“Tho exposure did me good!” Barton
Interrupted almost roughly. “Send for
a carriage, John. I can go easily enough.
I fainted out there. I'm not used to
Ulglit work. The; saved Hope House,
Miss Andrews?”
“Yes. thank God," she said softly.
Even with all the horrors of that night
and tho awful sight out In the hall and
library, she felt a thrill at the thought
ment to dictate any rule* or methods that tbe people bad loved her a little.
of procedure. Tbe people mndo rules.
They tore down buildings, flung them-
“Get mo out or here, John,'' Burton
said again us Miss Andrews stepped
■elves upon flaming fragments, back Into the hall nnd resumed her
stamiicd under foot and literally beat work. “It's tho beginning of tho end,
hack the fury of the encircling fire. ; nnd I don't want It to come to me
And Hope House was saved. When It
was nil over, the building stood black
ened, defaced, scoA-hed, but lutuct,
here.'
Gordon did not remonstrate. Under
other circumstances liu might have
and Into Its archway came streaming done so. When he bad first entered the
a dark procession of forma bearing room, lie had partly closed the door, but
dreadful burdens, which were laid In the groans, tbe shrieks for mercy, the
straight rows through the ball und on walls of friends discovering relatives
tho library floor. Befure the gray In the piles of crushed humanity out
dawn broke through the pall of smoke, - on the floor, laid swept Into the room
dripping with a drizzling air that pen- I and Barton bad shrunk down In the
etruted even the warmly dressed early bid and shuddered. Gordon went out.
risers on the boulevards, there were closed the door and ordered n carriage
forty seven forms lying side by side on for Barton. When It came, be went to
tho floor of Hope House, und under the help Barton get ready. To his amaze-
ghostly mound how ninny more no j ment. he wn* up and waiting. When he
man dared to guess.
John Gordon found Miss
still at work uut by the ruin*.
got up off the bed on which he was sit-
Andrews ting, bo reeled on Ids feet and would
have fallen If Gordon hud not put an
“You must stop und ent something," j arm about him.
be sahl gently, but firmly. And a* he;
■poke he laid Ills hand on her arm.
She was hearing on her face und per- 1
You are not able to leave!"
"1 urn, I tell you! I will never die
here. I'll live long enough to get to my
i the marks of her desperate energy.! rooms. And I’ll live long enough to
But she had never censedto lie Grace write up this horror too. The day of
Andrews, cnltn. self polm ^"patient, In- Judgment ought to begin today for
dotnltable, but never hysterical or some of the people In this God forsaken
nervous. : metropolis, John. Thor"’* your friend,
A faint color appeared In her face. Mr. Marsh! I supjiose the building was
and she let Gordon bring her some-, Insured. He never lost anything, eh?
thing to eat. She tasted It sitting on a
beam near the ruins. The firemen, who
knew her. never thought of refusing
her n place with the workers. Through
the dunn op Into the Increasing light
of the awful day that revealed new
horrors she worked on, nnd Gordon
and Barton silently worked beside her.
Not Unit sort!'
Gordon supported him through the
linll. nnd Barton, In spite of his tre
mendous will power, nearly fainted at
the sights am! sounds there. Miss An
drews was helping one of the surgeons.
A great crowd, thronged the entrance
to Hoik* House, nnd Gordon had great
The great excitement had kept Bur- difficulty In getting Burton out to the
ton nerved up to tho occasion. As the carriage.
dawh broke, however, tbe strulu was He put blm Into It and was stepping
too severe for the frail tenement. He In himself whim Barton pulled the
felt something snap somewhere, nnd door ntid told the driver to go on.
his eyes blinded us be staggered over
the ruins. He blushed back the hair
Gordoti hesitated.
"You're needed here.
Go on. driver.
that hung matted mid dripping over I'll promise to live till tomorrow, John.
his forehead and tried to steady blm- Go In nnd help ber. She need* some
self! There was a child's nrm pro trad- { one."
lug from a mass of plaster and brick* The carriage started slowly on ne
at which he had been working us in a count of the crowd. Gordon waved a
nightmare, sobbing and coughing, ami silent goodby. When the carriage was
alternately cursing and praying. Gor- out of Bowen street. Barton fainted, j
don was several feet away, lifting a '*" ,l “* - rt lerev
beam with Mbs Andrews.
He lay like a dead man In a earner of ,
the carriage, und when
He straightened up ami saw It nil 111 reached Ills rooms mid got
a mist that darkened swiftly. Aghltt! open the door bo was frightened at tbe |
he brushed his baud over Ids forehead sight of what looked like a corpse In
"Good ceciiing," he miltl.
tlnn grace kept from being bitter ha
tred of class! that the real cuuse of
all the horror bad not been tom-bed by
all the editors nnd nil tbe public ex
citement. The landlords were not ar
rested for anarchy 111 breaking ordi
nances which If obeyed would Imve
made the massacre of children impossi
ble. The professional politicians and
spoilsmen continued to hold tliclr
places anil plan for future plunder of
tho people. Tommy Randall, boss of
Ward IS, was winning golden opinions
from the sufferers by Ills lavish distri
bution of food and clothing nnd shel
ter. The disaster was n godsend to
Tommy. How should the pour. Igno
rant. stolid people of Bowen street
know that tile bread nml coffee mid
beer and clothing and coffins that Tom
my Itnndall distributed with sucb
cheerfulness nnd good will were bought
with money which men like Mr. Marsh
ami Mr. Rufus Goivlou had paid as
part price for being let nlono in tbelr
business methods?
How should the people know that
Tommy llaudall “touched" the iweket
of every saloon keeper nnd every keep
er of n disreputable house nnd every
prominent criminal In Waterside dis
trict to get the sinews of political war?
Ami vvliat difference If be did, as Miss
Andrews Imd so often told them?
the money came from. It
the driver I bought the things the people' needed,
own to nu ^ T° ln,u J’ was the best friend they
bad. Flowers at christenings, turkeys
during the holidays. Jobs on the street i 0U L a '*:! took tlie first ear that made
tbe most painful examinations, at tbe
most critical operations, she was pres
ent. a benediction und n pence. More
than onc-o during tbose days Gordon
found himself thinking of-Grace An
drews lu n way lie had never yet
thought, lie had never given licr cred
it fer n sweet hearted tenderness, fas-
Glinting 111 Its disclosure of an abso
lutely pure and gentle untrr-. feeling
for all the woes of I %> had al
ways admired ber steadiness of pur
pose. ber uaterrlfied patience, her drop
seriousness of motive. But be bed nev.
er before witnessed her womanly senti
ment. brought Into prominence by this
sudden stroke of suffering. It nil add
ed to the definition be was making of
ber. It all enriched Ills faith In her
purpose and her sacrifices. In nil tills
there was not a hint of anything senti
mental on Ills own part. The awful-
ness of all those surroundings during
that memorable week would have
made any sucb thought Impossible
even If lie li:i<l been other tlinn lie was.
the farthest possible removed from sus
ceptibility. The one Impression that
he received from n nearer view of her
character was a conviction that she
was n woman who had rare capability
for loving nnd being loved, anil be
even went so far In Ills thinking ns a
result of tbls Impression that be tried
to Imagine the character of tbe man
who might possibly wiu such n great
and affectionate nature.
The other event was an unexpected
Interview wltb Luelln Marsh. The
Rev. Paul Falmouth had come down
to see Gordon nnd off'er help of various
kinds to Mis* Andrews from bis church
young people's society. As be was
getting ready to leave he said to Gor-
don: "It seems to me now Is the time
for Miss Andrews and yon to bring
pressure to bear o:i Mr. Marsh. Willie
the horror Is still keen nnd public
sentiment Is favorable you ought to
persuade him to do something. He
will probably rebuild. Do you fcuow?"
"I don't know anything about It.
Why lias be net been,down here?"
“Gordon”—Falmouth spoke with qu!ct
earnestness—^“do you know Mr. Marsh
Intimately? I understand Jour relation
to the family. I believe I know Ills
characteristic* better than you do. At
least I know tills—be Is morbidly sensi
tive In the matter of viewing human
suffering. Do you suppose"—
Gordon’s face darkened. Was It pos
sible that any man world run away
from duty like tills? All his respect for
Marsh and Ids feeling for him ns the
father of Luelln were nt once swept
away by the thought of the man's con
temptible cowardice. A tremendous tide
of a imllgnnrlon took possession of him
ns'he recalled Marsb's pitiable action
nt the time he visited tbe tenement.
Would he delllierately shirk Ills respon
sibility In the matter of the fire and the
opportunity now offered blr.i to re-
build?
"I'll go nnd see him If you sny so.”
Falnnulb volunteered as ho went
away.
"1 wish yon would.” Gordon, replied.
And lie added In a tone tbnt rpoke of n
personal passion that was nearer anger
than any feeling be ever experienced:
"If lu* doesn't come down here before
night. I mean to go nnd see blm myself.
I want to know from bis own lips tbe
cause of Lis absence.”
Tbe day went by, nnd Mr. Marsh did
not appear. That evening Gordon tohl
Miss Andrews Ills Intention. Pile made
no comment of any kind. Gordon wait
ed a moment nnd then asked a ques
tion:
"Ho-.r far Is Mr. Marsh responsible
for all this suffering, for these deaths?”
"God will Judge lilm. not I.” she un-
■wered. her blue eyes filled with u light
tlmt more than once during the week
Gordon bad noticed ns peculiar to ber.
“I want to say the right thing to him.
But 1 am afraid I shall lose uiy Judg
ment ill the matter,” he said as he hes
itated. Miss Andrews did not offer liny
suggestion, and Gordon at once went
servant and askWIo see "Mr. Marsh
be was nerving himself for the inter
view, wltb LueUa In second place at
least
He went Into tbe ball reception room
and bad only Just sat down when Lu
ella entered. He rose and ffifed ber
and saw at once that some mistake bad
been made by tbe servant . Luelln waa
deeply agitated. Sbe was hardly able
to say:
“I was told a visitor wished to see
me"—
"I called to see Mr. Marsh,” said
Gordon quietly, hut bis pulsea were
beating high.
For a moment they stood looking at
each other and each noted something
even under tbe strpa* of th* situation.
Jobn saw that tbe proud attitude was
marked by a sadness that bud left its
mark ou a beautiful face so clearly
that he said to himself, "She loves we
still!” LueUa noted 111 her former lover
an added dignity and nobility and aald
to herself, "He is a man; not a store
model like Penrose I" And there were
two hearts beating high In tbe abort
silence.
“Father la not at borne. He Is out of
tbe city,” she managed to say. hut her
lips trembled In spite of all her efforts.
Gordon took a step toward the hull.
“May I ask when he went away?"
“I believe lie left three days ago.”
“The morulug after the fire around
nope House?"
"Yes."
There wns another silence. Gordon's
mind went Into a tumult.
“May I ask When he expect* to re
turn?"
'1 think tomorrow or the next day."
She was recovering her equanimity,
but she resented his questions.
. "Will you kindly ask him to come
down to Hoiie House nnd see me on a
matter of business when be returns?”
"Will you state tho business?” She
put tlie question ns coldly as he hud
put his.
“Certainly.” Passion had the reins
now nnd was lashing lilm hard. "Please
tell your father I want to ask him how
far he considers himself responsible for
the murder of over sixty children and
the nin fining of u score more on ac
count of the Illegal tenement he con-
structed on Bowen street.” It was
thy severest thing he liiid ever said
to Luelln, but Ills cxeuse wns found
In the ngony that tilled Hope House at
that minute.
"Murder, did you say?" Luelln's eyes
blazed. She stepped toward John Gor
don nml confronted him defiantly. “Do
you realize wlrnt J'ou are sajTng?"
"Do I? Oh. Luelln. If you had soen
whnt 1 have seen during the last three
days"— Gordon broke down so sudden
ly that Luelln was overwhelmingly em
barrassed. It was uo secret with ber
heart that the man had her love; at
least she was wretched without him.
even If she was not yet willing to live
with him where he chose to live. To
see him sitting there now, with his
face covered, smote ber proud nature
so hard that In a nioineut she would
have been kneeling beside him nnd
promising to go with lilm anywhere,
to leave every social pleasure she
prized, for the love of his heart.
Bnt liow should John Gordon know
anything of nil that? When he looked
up lie saw her standing very still and
very white, staring nt him in u ques
tioning way. And In mi almost matter
of fact tone lie begun to relate the
facts about Mr. Marsh's relation to the
disaster. He told the fucts In quite n
dispassionate manner. In reality he
was exercising a great repression. And
he noticed ns he drew licnr the end
that-Luelln was listening like one who
was being tohl certain tilings for thr*
first time, ’
1 never knew that father owned
any property on Bowen street.” she
said In a low voice when Gordon
stopped.
John Gordon rose. Ills heart wns sore
over everything connected with Mr.
Mursh's conduct. lie had not a single
excuse to offer for lilm.
“Do you believe me?" Luelln cried
wiili her old spirit flaming up.
"I have no reason to disbelieve j'ou.
Yeu are not to blame for your father's
guilt."
“It Is a great grief to me.” she said
simply. “Over sixty children! 1 could
not read the details of the— the—disas
ter. Fattier took the paper out of’ my
hands that morning. It made me sick,
mid—and—you know hew sensitive fu
j b*
said It coldly because bis-heart was
beating so fiercely that be was afraid
to betray bis emotions. She did not
say a word, only looked at him as he
slowly walked to tbe door. As he
opeucdlt she said In a whisper, “John!"
He never heard. Is love then both
blind and deaf? Yea; It (s sometimes,
wben tbe lovers are both high spirited,
strongly Individual and sensitive. And,
alas for Jobn Gordon, he neither saw
nor beard, and walked out Into tbe
nlgbt wretched at heart and cast down
lu bli emotion*. Wben be was gone.
Luelln laid ber beadngnlnon ber arm*,
and when Mr. Penrose n little later
sent In bis- card she excused berself
from seeing- blm owing to Illness. It
was the world old Illness, wblcb love
creates wben It Is baffled, buffeted, dis
honored or misunderstood.
John Gordon had not been back to
Hope House ten minutes wben Wil
liams called blm up nnd said that Bar
ton was conscious and had called for
his frleud. Gordon nt once went out
nnd was soon by Barton's side.
The uurse and doctor and Harris
were there and'Gordon knew that Bar
ton's hour bnd come. The first word
that Barton spoke wns n request that
lie he permitted to talk to Gordon nlono.
The others went Into the next room,
and Gordon kneeled nnd put hi* hand
oil that of his friend.
“John.” Barton whispered In his old
whimsical manner, "the old cough la
like a dally paper. It has the last word.
No use to reply or explain. The editor
can get back at you in the nexf num
ber. ‘I'm done for.’ us tile pancake said
when It was turned over."
Hu stopped and with great effort
raised up a little. Gordon supported
him.
“There. I feel n little easier. I never
wanted to die lying down. What I
wanted to say, John, there are two let
ters, love letters. John, from the old
lady. Effingham, you remember. They
are In my desk. Read them when 1
am guile. The second one only came
this morning. 1 don't know what la In
It. But you—open—and read It.”
Gordon was crying. He could not
keep hack the tears of affection. His
love for Barton was almost like that
of tho love between man and woman.
“Don’t cry. John. What's the differ
ence? There's one thing—I hope—you
and I.uella—the cough’s going to get
me. Don't let people look nt file. I'm
not n handsome man ns I used to be.
There's one tiling’’—
Tho voice sank, and yet even Id that
last struggle the clintige from his ap
parent flippancy to the profoundest
seriousness wns like the change from
sun to shade. “One tiling. John. Once
you sahl I never loved any one. I’ve
left some hooks nnd things to Hope
House. There's money enough to bury
me—directions In desk—don't huve a
procession over u mile long." The
voice cume back to Its seriousness
again. “You sfiid I never loved nny
one—Grace Andrews—John—j-ou under
stand”— Tile ej-e spoke the rest And
In the tumultuous grief that flooded
John Gordon’s soul lie filled lu the
broken gaps of that sorrowful but
fragrant romance. The voice was a
whisper when It spoke again. "No use.
don’t tell her—only add to her burden—
God bless her—best woman In this city
—she”—
The voice went out altogether, and
John Gordon realized that the spirit
of that brave heart would soon cease
from all the earth's (jtruggles. He
summoned the doctor again and tbe
nurse nnd Harris came In. There waa
nothing to do. Gordon held bis band
as the night deepened. Near midnight
he rallied and whispered to Gordon,
with n smile: “I love you. John. Good-
by.”
At 2 o'clock his spirit quietly went
out like n child falling asleep, and
Gordon rose and passed Into the other
room, trying to realize wlrnt nil this
meant, n richer man for this experi
ence of human friendship, hut a poorer
man for the loss out of Ills earth strug.
gle of one of the bravest, tenderest
truest souls bis manhood would ever
know.
"Dear David!" lie said nnd let the
tours flow unrestrained. "Your hope-
less love storj-. Hopeless? Did ever
man love a woman like Grace Andrews
without ennobling himself?” And when
a little Inter he went In nnd saw tbe
cold, pale face he thought lie could see
ther has always been nt the sight of 1 there the triumph of love's great work
suffering. H- could not bear to hear of j In the glory which It always leaves
lA. * _ _*_ iA. * I.. Si.. ..... ' ItllBDttll^r fni». nsi lavtur no tlm
and tried by nil tlie exercise of his will the carriage. He nuil Williams carried l
force, n stuud-li. with the city hull-1 connections wRh uptown line:
to keep tram falling, hut the next mo- Barton In. and before noou Barton lay [ -jj* . * . , ft f th(1 if;milliar steps that he realized In some
ment he reeled, stumbled against a in a tremendous fever, which the doe- j _ . .. « was .. '-{Lj degree what he was about to do. The
projecting timber and feU face down- tor said wns a clear case of pneumonia. | , 1 t chance of meeting Luella wns so small
ward. The fingers of the child, which • “Can't save him.” the doctor said to | ““ * ~ the * tUat bo *>«<1 not given It any thought
hail Item ntm-lne sliehtlv. touched his Williams onrtlv. “I'll send un the best " ’ , *' ' i it. li-’.l <,,,t I.,,- .in,... i,i„ i.,,.1._
peoples friend, and "well never go
back ou Tommy" was the settled eon-
It was not until he stood on the fa-
bad been moving slightly, touched his Williams curtly. “I’ll tend up th* best 1
warm cheek. When John Gordon came nurse we’ve got. Bnt Barton might n*
over to lift Barton up. the child’s nrm well shoot himself as do wbat be did
. i vletlon of every man lu tbe ward woo . ,
tack-elld Barton s neck. last nlgbt. . b , , . . Tommy Surely O! being denied blm, the experiences
Gordon gently unclasped tbe arm Down at Hope House all day John ; . ... . understand Vour 1 'through which be Imd been since go-
ncd. lifting up his friend, carried him Gordon. Grace Andrews, the assistants ; will us if veil were minn- ,ng to I,0 ! ,e House, the appalling char-
into Hope House. As he laid him down and a score of surgeon* worked to save . - .. .. tl .„ ward' »cter of the disaster for which LueUa'*
Barton opened his eyes and whis- life, with heart breaking doubt In their j , „ ' ,, b , ^ father was at least in large part re-
pered, “Never mind me. aave the pth- souls ns they labored as to tbe future ’ . tbe moi i or „ c itv tile bv in! sponsible, for the time being obscured
«*■” ! ot ‘he mangled, crushed, burned. tbt ”"“ ! t human review of the Ameri- i uls P er »° nal affalra - 1‘ can truly be
kneeled and kissed Bartons' IPaJmrd^bmnanlyrjhat did not mere]-1 , ;tJ Xbc r .. bl ,| lr qiay. have a 1 • aW that ns he gjv® bis napie Ja the
He had not seeu her since bis Inter
view wltb her, nnd while-he was heart-
: hungry for the kind of love that was
with humanity, for as long as the
world shall stand anil men shall suf
fer, so long shall the true love of man
for woman redeem tlie earth from Its
curse nnd give to both a place of honor
with the divine.
To be continued.
It or look at It. I inn made In tlie same
way. It Is all too horrible.”
“If It Is horrible to look nt. whnt do
you think It Is to feel It?” John Gordon
asked grimly. And as he asked tbe
question Grace Andrews' face, with Its
tender, deep blue eyes, flashed up be
fore blm. nud for tbe first time In his
life he compared her with Luella, sim
ply III the matter of capability to hear
the sins nud sorrows or humanity.
I.uella looked ut him gravely and
shook her head. And then John Gor
don rose.
"Yon are not going?" she said before
all* realized. And then the color flooded
her face, nnd she stood, proud woman
a* sbe was. with bowed head, as con
scious as n girl who has made some
little social mistake.
Again If John Gordon had said. “I.u-
ellu. I will never go from you If you
will nsk me to remain!" she would have bu , „ , hi ^ ^
given ltgr whole life Into Ids keeping „ oru A „ food , nt0 t h«
and followed him to the earth s end for , whIch fills 0 f perfect digestion ferments and
the love of him. Bnt bow was he to swell* the stomach, putting it up against th*
know nil that? All he saw was a wo- hesrt. This Interferes with the action of
Weak
Hearts
Are due to Indigestion. Ninety-nine of ever*
one hundred people who have hesrt troubw
can remember when It was simple Indiges
tion. It is * scientific fad that all cases ot
heart disease, not organic, are not only
man who quickly recovered from
momentary confuslou, and be said:
"You must excuse me; I came to see
your father. I am very anxious to see
blm nnd shall be under obligations to
you it be can come down to Hope
nouse a* joon as he returns."
He turned and walked out Into tho
hall where he turned again toward ber
and_grayely Iiowesl __ —
the hesrt. and In th* course of time thsl
delicate but vitsl organ becomes *<«»««-*
Mr. D.Ks*bl*.of Nevada O-says: IksdMmdk
treubla andwasma bad ante laT had bawlnSS
wltb it. I took Kodsl Dripapda Cur* bTSoMtaa
Worths sad It cured m*. ******
Kodol Digests What You Eat
and relieves the stomach of all
attain and the heart of all pressure.'
bottles onir. S1.00 Sir* beMte* 2G-tlmiS tho tohl
•tte. which setlsiSscer^ "
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