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THE NEWS-RECORD, MARSHALL, NORTH CAROLINA. 4 fry 1 i ... .. ? ligAmMonofMiTriBtt HENRY RUSSELL MILLER (CopyrUbt. 1913. b Tha SYNOPSIS. Mark Trultt. encouraged by his sweet tieart. Unity Martin, leavea Bethel, hU native town, to aeek hla fortuna. Simon "Trultt talla Mark that It long- haa been Ma dream to Ma a ataal plant at Bathal and aaka tha aon to raturn and build one If ha aver (eta rich. Mark applies to Thomaa Henley, haad of tha Qulnbr Iron works, (or a job and la aant to tha con struction gang. Hla auccaaa In that work "wins him a place aa helper to Roman .Andarejaskl, open-hearth furnacem&n. Ha becomes a boarder In Roman'a home and aualata Plotr, Roman'a aon. In hla atudlea. Kaala, an adopted daughter, ahowa her gratitude In auch a manner aa to arouae Mark's Intereat In her. Heavr work In the Intenaa heat of tha furnace cauaea Mark to collapse and Kaila carea for Mm. Later Roman alao auccumba and Mark gels hla job. Roman reaenta this nd tells Mark to find another boarding place. Five years elapse during which -Mar nas advanced to the foremanahlp, while hla labor-saving devlcea have made Mm Invaluable to the company. In the meantime Kaala 'haa married -one Jim 'Whiting. Mark meets with an accident which dooms him to be a cripple for Ufa. He returns to Bethel Intending to stay mere. He nnds Unity about to marry an other man and wins her back. Unity urges him to return to his work In the city. Mark rlaea rapidly to wealth and power In the steel business, but the so cial ambitions of his wife make their mar lied life unhappy. The big steel Interests re secretly anxious to get hold or stock In tha Iroquois Iron company, supposed o be worthless. Timothy Woodhouse iks financial assistance from Mark and the latter buys Woodhouse'a- Iroquois fork at a amall figure. Henley forces Julnby to let Mark have stock In the Qulnby oompany, through a threat that u he does not he will lose both of them, CHAPTER XV Continued. It was the less satisfying because he foresaw, the end of a chapter. He had pent himself: la body he was no longer capable of long Intense appli cation, he had fallen back upon the invalid's last resort, drugs; In mind the creative faculty seemed dead, that ery morning a young man In the mills bad announced an important invention . that was to have been Trultt's mag num opus and upon which his sterile brain had labored In vain; in soul- be could no longer dream. And for reward he had the dry fact of a tri umph he could not sense and the pros-. pect of an empty, useless, discontented future. - , , He was a critic, you see; but not of himself. - The world was out of ' Joint. ,. ,. Passers-by were diverted from their own cares by the sight of a well cressec man stamping his cane on the pavement and muttering aloud "An evil fate pursues me. Other men do as I do, desire as I desire and find content Why can't I be contented and happy?" : . A thousand faces streamed past him, unrecognized and unrecognizlng. Then, at i . corner . where . two currents dammed each ' other, appeared one that seemed oddly familiar. It was of an undistinguished homeliness, pasty . : pale, morose, matching well the gen ral shabbiness of Its owner. ' At first If ark, confused by the dirty brown beard, did not recognize him. The man had no doubts. At sight of Mark an evil glitter spring into the sullen eyes. "You!" By the hate that had lived through - fifteen years Mark placed him. ' -Plotr Andzrejzski!" "feter Anderson, the man cor- , rected htm. "That's a good American name. I'd forgotten you had a preference." Mark smiled and held out a friendly hand. "How are you,' Peter Anderson?" The hand was Ignored. When Peter Anderson sneered,, his homeliness be came almost grotesque. , . VSlnce you're so interested, I man age to keep alive." i "How do you manage it?" "I'm a compositor on the Outcry : when there's any money for an issue.' "The Outcry V "You'll hear of it yet. It's the paper of our Cause." Mark knew of "but one cause that employed the capital. "Socialism, I suppose." He smiled indulgently. "1 nope it's In funds sufficiently often." - "I look It. don't I?" The answer was so obvious that Hark avoided it. "How," he asked hastily, "Is Roman?" ' "He breathes and sleeps and eats. But he's dead." "Is that a Socialist parable? I'm not a Socialist, to you'll have to ex . plain.',. . - . v . , "His mind's gone. It began to go soon after you stole hla Job. But prob ably you've forgotten that, too." v .: "I have no recollection," said Mark coldly, "of any such occurrence." With a curt nod, he passed on. l-y He had gone but a few steps when be halted and looked back. Peter, un : mindful of elbowing pedestrians, was still at the corner, glaring at him. ,. ' impulsively h turned and retraced bis steps.. ,V; V ; ' :.';--. V ?; "See here, Plotr," he said. " "Let us not use hard names. There are a good many things we'd never agree on. But we can agree on this you're hard'up. I've been luckier than you. What can I do to help you?'V . . , , . Piotr's lips formed a surly "Nothing."..- But the refusal did not fall A look of transparent craft displaced malevolence. " ; ... ( "Do you. mean that?" he, asked suspiciously.- , - ? , ' , "I'm not In the habit" ' "I don't care about your habits," ntr Interrupted ungraciously. "It Author of THE MAN HIGHER UP." "HIS RISE ' ! - - " J- - BobbMerrM Company) you want to do something, you can lend me a hundred dollars." "Lend," evidently, was a euphem Ism. "What will you do still, that's your business. Of course, I will. I wish you'd asked me something harder, Come along to the bank," The bank was a few blocks away, Mark improved the time by asking the details of Roman's f circumstances, Plotr, sullenness not lifted by the prospect of money, answered shortly It was a pitiable story of descent of the gradual dissipation of the savings of Roman's active years and the swift failure, through idleness and too much alcohol, of his mental powers, leaving blm and Hanka dependent upon Plotr's scanty and uncertain earnings. -"Where," Mark asked, as they en tered the bank,."do you live now r "Rose Alley." "Rose Alley!" Mark stopped short "My God!" "What does your sort know of It?" "Quite enough. Come along." A few minutes later thev were In the street again, Plots, the richer by the sum he hsd asked. They stood facing each other the strong man who bad conquered and the Inefficient one of life's guerrillas, who had Just taken of the strong man's largess. But the inefficient was not grateful; a hundred dollars could not conquer his hatred. I spose," he sneered, "you want me to thank you?" "No. If you heed more, come to me. And, see here, Plotr, I want you to get Roman and your mother away from Rose Alley." "You want!" The money in his pocket, Plotr threw craft to the winds. "What have you to do with us? Do you s'pose we'd let you help us?" "But you took" Plotr chuckled a chuckle of tri umphant malice. "Did you think it was for us?" The chuckle grew Into a laugh, as though he pondered some mammoth jest. "You you have Just paid for the next issue of the Outcry!" He wheeled and went haltingly away. Mark watched him until he turned a corner. . Poor devil !." Mark shook his head pityingly. "He's mad." , lt was not Mark's habit to waste precious hours wandering the crowded city streets In introspective medita tion. He now went to the appoint ment with his lawyer to keep which he had left Henley. It was a long and tedious consulta tion, having to do with a big real es tate deal in which Trultt had shown his customary shrewdness. He dis played little Interest More than once Shirley, the lawyer, had to recall his straying attention, Shirley was aston ished at this; his client was notable for. his concentration on the matter in hand. He would have been even more deeply astonished, could he have looked upon the picture that lured away Mark's thoughts. But then, for She Looked at Him 8teadlly, Showing No Surprise. , Shirley, the name of Rose Alley would have raised to life no dead memories Shirley's , astonishment, however, reached its climax at the close of the consultation., , "It s a good deal," he remarked, "for you."-j -:-; ;; : ;: ';;' ' ' .V '.; Mark answered with a nod and opened another subject "I don't sup pose Timothy Woodhouse left much." ; "Practically nothing." - "How does our case stand?" , "We'll win it" ; "You're sure of that?" ' ' ' "Absolutely: , His estate will never push If to trial" ' ; i v "Then settle it" ' , Shirley whistled bis surprise. "Haa the philanthropic bee stung the whole Qulnby concern?" he grinned. "I wouldn't do that, though. It would be an admission. Aa a lawyer, I couldn't advise " V . ' "I don't ask advice. Settle it"- .' -Shirley waved a concessive hand. "It's 'you case, of course. For how much? They'll take any figure." "For whatever you think fa?r. Hst asT" . v : 'J. - as a lawyer, however. Think of It" Mark smiled wryly, "as a gentleman if the word means anything to you." "It's your case," Shirley repeated. "But my notion is, people will think you don't want the publicity for so cial reasons. That sort of talk" Mark rose abruptly. "I can't help," he replied, with an Impatient frown, "what people think, can I?- Fix It up as soon as you can." " But the day's adventures were not ended. The ghost of Timothy Wood house could not oust Rose Alley from Mark's mind. The blacks, ordered by telephone, waited him. Swiftly, Mark holding the reins, iney were guided across , a bridge, along rough-paved, tumble down streets, into a quarter such as their aristocratic feet had never trod, Grime and decay were everywhere, It was 15 years since he had seen Rose alley, but he found the way as though he had taken It but yesterday. He drew up at the mouth of a nar row shallow court, and giving the reins to his man, got down from the trap. ' - A few children dirty, sallow, under sizedhad been playing in the court With difficulty, for they had not his tongue and were afraid of the stranger, he learned from them In which tenement Peter Anderson lived. He groped and stumbled up two flights of stairs that groaned protest ingiy under his tread. He found a door and knocked. It opined, For a full minute, speechless, he stared at the woman who stood on the threshold, CHAPTER XVI. Glowing Embers. The figure silhouetted in the door way was one to make men dream, full curved, strong witn the strength of women whose forbears have always tolled, yet without heaviness; it was the strength that lies in quality, not in bulk. She looked at him steadily, showing no surprise. And by that he read that she had learned to take life, its coin cidences and its climaxes as they came, calmly, without loss of poise, She spoke first, in a low even voice that hinted even less than her manner at inner excitement. "I thought it was Piotr. Your step sounds like his." They might have be dally famll lars. Yes," he flushed. "I am somewhat In his case." He almost missed the swift glance she cast toward his cane. But he was grateful that she had no comment for his Injury. In the presence of her splendid perfections his own physical shortcoming seemed almost cause for shame. How do you do, Kazla?" he said gravely. "I didn't expect to find you here." . He held out an uncertain hand. She took It neither hastily nor reluctantly, for a brief meaningless clasp. I am here sometimes. Will you come In?" - She stood aside and he entered, try ing to overcome his limp. It was the kitchen, which in Rose alley as he remembered had to serve as living room as well. . It was clean, but bare; pitifully bare. By the stove stood a little faded woman, much stooped, her hair white and thin, her pale lack-luster eyes for the moment brightened by a startled question. He went over to her and took her hand. She shrank away from him. , "It is Mark Trultt, Matka," said Kazla in Polish.. "Don't you remem ber?" Hanka said something In the name tongue. "She says," Kazia Interpreted, "they have never forgotten." Their eyes met again. ... His turned away quickly and went to the other occupant of the room. He sat in the only armchair, a huge mass of Inert flesh, head slouched forward and fingers playing aimlessly with the long unkempt beard that reached half-way to the bulging waist. Mark laid a hand on his shoulder. Roman looked up. But Roman saw as the new-born babe Bees. ' .' v . The grasp on his shoulder tightened. "Roman, don't you know me? I'm Mark Mark Trultt you remember." The shoulder stirred a little under the tight grasp. Roman's head slouched forward again and he began once more, his aimless twisting of the long beard. "How long," Mark's voice had be come sharp, "has he been this way?" "Almost three years." "And here?" , ' "A year longer." ' ' Kazia's eyes said: "What la that to you?" "Why," he demanded, "didn't you let me know about it?" ' She smiled contemptuously, as It seemed to him. We must get them out of here," he went on hastily. ' "We can't Plotr won't let us." "He must," Mark declared curtly "He will not," she repeated. ' "I Baw him today. He's crazy.'' "He is. ' He s a good compositor and could make enough to keep them at least decently. But he prefers to work for the Outcry for little or noth Ing. ' Generally it's nothing. He says it's for he cause." "But that s no reason why he shouldn't let me help them." She shrugged her shoulders, "To Piotr it Is. I know, because I've tried." 'Then." he said, "we'll take them away and settle with Piotr afterward." He said it crisply, with the assured air of fortune's darlings who, having made their resolve, take its consum mation for granted. . Her faint smile showed again..1 ' y v-" ;vry It isn't so simple aa that They won't go." ,v ; '-v 'They won't gol" He stared. "Why notr "For one thing," she returned quietly, "the Matka loves her son. I ll ask her." She turned to Hanka and for several minutes the two women talked ear nestly in their native tongue. Hanka shook her head continuously. "She says," Kazla returned to Mark, "'My Piotr wouldn't like if" Hanka Interrupted, laying a hand on Katla's arm and looking anxiously to ward the door. Kazla nodded. "She says also," she interpreted again, "that we'd better go. It's most time for Plotr to 'come home. She's right." . "I think," Mark answered, "I'll stay, since I'm here, and have this out with Plotr." "You'd better not." Her swift glance seemed to measure his physical frailty, "Piotr's temper is uncertain. He found me here once and drove me out It " The gloom could not quite hide the color that surged into her cheeks. "It wasn't nice." "I'm sorry for them, but Just the same, since I've started, I'll see this through and wait for Piotr." "No, you'd better not" she repeated with cold emphasis. "You can prove your inflexibility In some other way, Plotr Is apt to have been drinking and if his temper is stirred. up, he'll make them suffer." She nodded toward Hanka and Roman. "Really, you're quite helpless In the matter.'.' "l seem to be." He laughed shortly, to conceal a disappointment as unde fined as the emotion set stirring by the sight of his old friends. "But at least, I can leave some money." But she shut him off from this, too. "No. What money they can use with' out Piotr's knowing of It, I can fur nish." He limped stiffly toward the door, more hurt than he was willing to ad mit to himself by the rebuff and the failure of his impulsive mission. He went quickly out into the dark passage, that he might not have to look longer, and there awaited her. When she came, he led the way down the rickety stairs and out into the foul smelling court, lighted up bow by a swaying arc lamp. "One would think," he blurted out "you wanted to stay there." "Do you find that so wonderful?" "I'm glad you can't. It's no place for such as you.". Many people have lived here." But not from choice. I know. I lived here once myself, before" He hesitated a moment "I left It to live with Roman." She made no reply. He stopped, facing her and blocking her egress. You're thinking my going there was to the advantage of no one but myself?" Why else should you have gone there?" "That's almost cynical, isn't It? 1 might have had several other reasons but didn't At least I did you no harm." , "Neither harm nor good." "One doesn't like to think of one's self as reduced to even a harmless nonentity. Still, most of the virtues are negative, I believe. Though I'm vain enough to wish I could have been a positive influence in the making of the woman you've become. It's rather remarkable, Kazla." . It isn't remarkable or excuse for vanity." She had not winced, nor had her steady gaze wandered. But for just an Instant a fleeting somber shadow had rested in her eyes. "I must go," she said. They walked in silence to the mouth cf the court At their approach Mark's man got down from the trap, touching his hat. Can't I set you home?" Mark ven tured, not at all sure that she would accept. But she affected no reluctance, She glanced at a little watch she wore. I go to the Todd hospital, and I've overstayed here a little." He helped her up to the seat The horses sprang forward, swung into the car tracks and quickly left the tene ment neighborhood behind. For a time Mark gave his attention to guiding their swift course around overtaken cars and the slow lumbering teams that drew the heavy traffic of the street. , They were on the bridge' be fore either spoke, "You said, to the hospital," he be gan suggestively. "Do you ' "I'm on a case there." "You're a nurse, then? I remember you had a knack for that sort of thing. Your husband er I hadn't heard "I haven't seen him for 12 years.' "Kazla," . he asked gravely, "will you tell me about yourself?" There is nothing to tell any more than, there is about you." That is, you're not Interested In what has happened to me. You're frank." , Because a chance has thrown us together for ah hour Is no reason for us to pretend an Interest neither of us can feeL" ' ' . "You may speak for yourself, please. At least, we can oil the wheels of cir cumstance by going through the polite forms. You could smile very gra ciously on my man Felix, but to me " He broke off with a short laugh. "His tory has a way of repeating Itself. I remember saying something of the sort to you once before. Of course, you've forgotten." "I forget nothing." . "Ah! He turned quickly to her again. "Then I did do you harm." "I can't see" - "It follows," he' Interrupted. "If I had done you no harm, you, would re member, charitably, not coldly or worse, and you would be at least as cordial to me as to my groom." "Now it is you," she answered aftei a thoughtful pause, "who will not let me oil the wheels. Probably what you say Is right I haven't thought much i about Influences I haven't had time." i "I'm sorry. Which seems all I can do about it. You and Plotr and Hanka seem in a conspiracy to teach me that for regrettable things we can pay only with regret. But I promised to save you time." Darkness had fallen when they drew up before the hospital. .Mark de scended painfully to help her down a rather superfluous courtesy, since she was better able to alight alone than was be. "You're in good time. I hope?" "Ob, yes. Thank you for the ride." They exchanged a conventional hand clasp. She moved toward the steps leading to the hospital door. He be gan to climb back Into the trap. But the restive horses started too soon, while he was balanced on the little .mounting step. His foot was dislodged. He' would have fallen, per haps been dragged, had Kazia not sprung forward, and catching the reins, brought the horses sharply to a stop. "You are hurt?" "No," he lied through set teeth, as he pulled hlmBelf up to the seat. His "Ah!" He Turned Quickly to Her Again. "Then I Did You No Harm." hip. in fact, had received an excruci ating wrench. "I'm a little awkward. This is one of the things I can't get quite used to." "I supposed It was only temporary." He shook his head briefly, as though the topic were distasteful. 'Another you probably won't be lieve this is an existence that con tinually requires little cruelties of one. Big ones, too, sometimes." "You say requires?" 'At least, encourages. But I," he smiled unpleasantly, "am subject to regrets. And equally unprofitable Im pulses. Of course," with obvious irony, this is very Interesting to you." She was standing between two bal ustrade lamps. In their bright glow he saw her cool impersonal regard change, become questioning. And the dark shadow again as though she had seen and known to the full the cruelties whereof he spoke. Her lips parted.- But no words fell. With an odd little gesture of repression she turned and slowly mounted the stairs. At the top she paused for an instant. "Good night," she repeated. "And thank you again." He dined alone at his club that night The events of the day had left him depressed and strangly restless and with a strong distaste for com panionship. CHAPTER XVII. Fanned Into Flame. "I'd better quit thinking of her," Mark told himself. ' A virtuous and a wise resolution, forsooth! And one strangely hard to keep. The thought-of a woman of the people, dwelling In a fine strong body whose splendid perfection the toil of the people could not diminish, whose flame It could not quench iKver withdrew entirely, at most re tired into ambush whence to spring out upon him at , unguarded moments, with ever increasing potency to stir his jaded imagination. Attainment of the partnership had indeed proved to be the climax of his career with the Qulnby company. Fol lowed quickly the long imminent col lapse. There was no specific ailment, save a heavy stubborn cough and the constant ache in his Injured hip, which were really symptoms. It was rather a general failure of his powers. He was no longer able to whip flagging energies to the day's tasks. The cool, clear, incisive brain that could grasp a multitude of details and yet not lose sight of result and purpose had be come cloudy, vacillating and wander ing, a poor tool for the direction of a huge, intricately organized plant op erating under tremendous pressure. He was subject to attacks of profound melancholy. He could not sleep with out the aid of drugs. Worst of all, the will to endure, to mock pain and weakness, had broken, ; 'What's the matter with me?" he demanded of his physician. "Burnt out," was the succinct reply. "What can I do?" "Nothing. And quit taking drugs." "But" habit protested, "I can't do nothing." It's your life," Interrupted the doc tor. "But you've consulted me and I propose to earn the stiff fee I'll charge you. Drop everything, go to the coun try or to me ena oi tne eartn per sonally, I'd advise the end of the earth, because it's farthest away and newest to you. Forget work, play a While."' ' V :.vA ':-.;v : , Mark asked and received from the directors a six months' vacation. But although he formulated no reason, he did not at once leave the city. When the weather permltUd he filled la the hours by driving through the parks. They were long tedious hours, aa drearily empty as be had forecasted. The nights, when he lay sleepless, fighting an incipient craving, were longer and drearier. Thus it was that he had leisure to think of Kasia Whit ing, though at some loss to explain why the reappearance of one whom la his receded youth he had treated badly should command so much of his In terest Nor did he admit a design when his drives took him almost dally past the Todd hospital. Nevertheless the sight of that institution was enough to evoke a faint thrill of excitement not to be laid to its barrack-like architec ture, followed by a more emphatic dis appointment as the neighborhood was left behind. One afternoon Kazia, In company with another young woman, emerged from the grounds as be was passing and gave him a cool imper sonal nod. He guessed that it was her recreation hour and marked the time. The quick leaping interest should have been a warning to him. Perhaps it was, for: "I'm making a fool of myself," he growled. "What do I know of this woman V Oi the third day thereafter, at the same hour, he passed the hospital. This time Kazla appeared alone. She gave him again the cool impersonal nod and would have passed on. But be drew the horses up sharply and called: "Kazia!" She paused, hesitated a moment, then went over to the curb. "Will you drive with me for a while?" "I ought to walk," she answered. V lease, Kazia." It did not seem absurd to him that he pleaded. She hesitated again, then . "Yes," she said. . He would have alighted to help her to the seat, but she forestalled blm. - "Don't get out." And she was be side him. He studied the horses with his whip and they sprang forward. "You aren't well," she said abruptly. And he, ascribing to that fact her unexpected compliance, was at the mo ment almoBt glad of his disability. "Is it obvious? I believe I'm not In fact, my doctor has ordered me to get out and play I find It very hard work. That's why that's one reason why I asked you. I needed company. The circumstance," he smiled, "ought to appeal to you professionally." "Nurses are notoriously hard hearted." "Yes? Then I can't work on yont sympathies. On the whole, I'd rather have It so. You'll have to admit it took courage to ask you to play with me, because you'll admit again you weren't exactly cordial the last time." "What did you expect?" "But I expected nothing," he re torted. "I didn't know you would be at Roman's. Why, I hadn't even heard of you for I've been counting it up 14 years. That isn't gross flattery, la it? But of course, you aren't the sort of woman that likes flattery. Are you?" ' "Then you're not so sure, after all? But I do like it" "I must remember that." He chuckled. "Playing becomes distinctly easier. Isn't it lucky I happened along by the hospital Just when I did?" "But I thought " She almost smiled. "I thought it was a habit." "So you've seen me? Now you men tion it. I may aa well confess that this isn't luck, but the result of a very clever plot I've been driving past the hospital almost every day In the sneaking hope that Just this would occur." - "You say, a sneaking hope ?" "You see," he confided, "I'm easily frightened. How could I know that I'd find you so so beautifully human? Are you preparing to snub me for that?" . "I am considering it." The smile . was unmistakable now. "But I won't because today Is one of the days when I can't help being beautifully human. I'm so healthy that sometimes I just have to take a vacation from Inyself." "And I'm so unhealthy that, though I'd like to, I can't give Trultt the slip for even an hour. He's a persistent beggar as you may have noticed tb last few weeks", v They laughed. It was a clear afternoon, beautiful with the mellow radiance of autumn sunshine. But the wind that swept , sky and air clean was crisp and pens- -tratlng. To her, superbly healthy, it gave only a rare tinge of color that enhanced her Charm,, gave the Itst needed softening touch. ; His wasted body, despite the heavy overcoat hs wore, could not resist the chill breath. But, though he knew he would prob ably pay later for the exposure, ha would not by so much as a minute cur tall the hour. "I haven't had so pleasant it's f puny word, but let that go so pleas ant a time In years," he declared. "I: see," she laughed, "you bar taken me at my word." "But I mean it," he protested. "I'd like you to believe that I mean it" He became grave. "Since, that day at Roman's Pro been thinking a good deal of what we v said about my having harmed you., If regrets but there's nothing so use less. That sort of thing isn't easily forgiven. Is it?" .. . ; v . "Oh, very easily." ''ryy'':s? "You are thinking .that I give too much significance to our little affair. I do not" :;,v;.;;;.;;.;:r;;';-f i y-X' "No, I mean I have never blamed you. Of course, we were too young for it to have any lasting significance., And, if I remember aright I invited' it and so put yon la what must have . seemed a very tragic quandary at the ' time." The most critical ear could, hare discerned nothing ungenuins k he rippling laugh. , (TO 4 OONTIMUrra , (
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