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AGAINST THE TIDE
In Three Parts. Part III.
Summitry PnrtB I and II. "nick."
an affectionate but peculiar child, on
reaching young manhood given himself
over to the fanatical following of soci
ological theories concerning crime.
Under the influence of his declaration
that depraved children have no right to
life, a young mother of the slums mur
derH her child, and 1b committed to
prison for the deed.
Richard did not come home until
late that night, one of those late
spring blizzards had come up and I
was frightened to have him out so late.
When finally ho came In at eleven, he
looked down thoughtfully Into the fire
while he told me that he had not
spoken at the meeting, and I knew
from the mud on his shoes that he had
been walking.
Next morning I read In the paper
that the working men had refused to
listen to him. When the cabman
learned whom ho had driven out he
declined to bring him back. The next
day he had a cold and a fever. He re
fused to take any of my remedies, since
to take medicine was to own himself
an invalid. I sent a telegram to John.
Every morning Richard went down
Into the city with his head high in
the air, and I should have liked to see
any one ever strike one of us as long
as he held up his head and approved of
himself. He would go down Into the
busiest streets of the city and buy
the paper of his old friend, the oil
king, and read the howb smilingly as
he sat before the fire In the little sitting-room,
and brilliant grew the
oil-king, he made a better newspaper
man than you might have supposed.
Vim and Venom go a long ways toward
making brilliancy. Truly the boy must
have worn a crown of thorns those
days. But he never complained. He
tried to fill an evening engagement be
fore a gathering of economists one
evening, but was driven back by the
gathering mob. When he saw the
paper the next morning, he understood
the new hostility of the people.
The girl had killed herself. Not in
n nice, calm, lady-like way, she had
little choice of means there in the cell,
but in a frightful manner. She had
been dismayed to find that she had
added a criminal to the world, not
taken one way.
After that Richard did not try to
keep up. "I was glad when John came.
He went at once to Richard's bedside
and the boy told him all about it.
The old lady who owned the house
had always been proud of "her boy"
as she called him, and talked with
tears in her eyes of his genius, hut she
came to me that morning with stern,
white lips and tohi me that Richard
would have to find another room as
soon as he waB better.
"Very well," I said, "we'll take him
away then, but he won't need another
room." And John, who came In jiiBt
then thought I meant we'd take him
homo with us.
We could hardly get a physician,
they were all suddenly "very busy."
Who ever before saw a city without a
dozen loafing physicians? Finally we
sent for tho city doctor. He could not
refuse to come; he even attended sick
criminals at the penitentiary. All the
time that man was by the boy's bed
Bide he never looked up, his eyes rolled
around furtively aB a rat's In a hole
looking for escape. He wrote out a
hasty prescription und was about to
take his leave when John seized him
by the shoulder.
John isn't a Bwearlng man, hut I
have never been sorry for what he
said to that doctor. He sank back
frightened and prepared some medicine
at once with trembling hands. John
raised tho boy's head and I forced tho
medicine by spoonfuls between his
set teeth.
For a few days his fever ran high
and then he grew calmer. But ho
didn't try to arise. John thought he
was 111 yet and wanted to send for
the doctor. But I knew hlB heart was
breaking. A man cannot livo when Ills
ambition has been killed. He had laid
his offering at the altar and it had
been refiiBed. He had struggled
against the will of society and fnlled.
Ho had tried to beat his way against
the tide and been overwhelmed by the
strong, steady waves closing over his
head. What mattered ono life moro
or less? He may have been the fore
runner of progress, but he was not
Btrong enough to bring about the ad
vancement Itself.
At last ono night he rested quietly,
peacefully as a man whose day'B work
is done whether for good or evil, and
the nurse watched him while he slept.
John and I sat and talked in the llttio
sitting-room, so that he might sleep
undisturbed. When his father waa
near he tried to tell him over and over
about the mistake, how the girl
shouldn't have died, she was inno
cent, but the baby waB better off.
John talked hopefully to me that
night of what he and Richard would
do when the boy was well again. He
confided to mo that ho had had wild
hopes and ambitions himself once, but
he had always kept them under.
"The Individual must keep himself
under," he said, "if he isn't one of tho
crowd he must pretend to be. It's like
a flock of sheep where there are too
many leaders, the flock gets i.pread out
too much. I'd like to have Been Rich
ard a leader first rate If he'd have liked
to be one."
"Do you know, Marian," lie said
again, "that if Richard had died, I
couldn't have stood it?"
"Oh, yes, you could," I answered,
"there are worse things than death."
"If Richard were dead," said John,
"I don't know what I'd live for any
more. You don't know how It is when
he's away. There's the rocking-horse
he used to have when he was a baby;
I've never let them take it out of tho
old parlor. We never had the new
IiouBe built because his schooling cost
a good deal, but I didn't tell him. You
must never tell him, Marian."
"No, I won't," I said, quietly.
"You don't think he will die, do
you, Marian? I can't stand to have
him die!"
"Do you remember," I asked, "at the
funeral of Elmer's babies you held
your own child safely In your arms
with never a tear?"
"It waB because I knew I shouldn't
lose him. I have ridden over those
plains on the wildest horses with Dick
beside me on whatever horse he fan
cied and I was never afraid. I knew
that he was mine. I loved every
breath of the prairie air and I wor
shiped God in my heart, but I knew
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and Ood knew that I should hate him
and his oreaturcB through all tho
worlds to come If I should lose baby
Dick. Elmer gave up his children too
easily."
"That time, do you remember, Mar
Ian, when Elmer's little boy was bur
led, how little Dick Rtood at tho odgo
of tho grave and cried out that they
were covering up the pretty posies?
Ho loved pretty thlngH, bless his
heart! He couldn't bear to boo tho
UowerB covered up."
And ho we talked through all the
long ovenlng and I listened every min
ute for a word from the nurse. When
over sho moved, my heart stopped
boating with the fear that she was
coming to cnll ub. How could I bear
It? How could John livo through It?
About midnight sho carao for ub.
Richard wqh Bitting up in bod with
eyes staring frightfully ahead at
something we could not boo. His
hands were Btrotched out Imploringly,
and his pallid face covered over with
great dropB of sweat. So he who had
never been afraid of anything In nil
his life was afraid at last to die.
John spoke to him reaBBurlngly.
The boy turned his vacant eyes to
ward the voice. "I can't Bee you,
papn," lie whispered, hoarsely. "Don't
let me die. It's baby Dick, don't lot
him die!"
Oh, baby Dick, never before had
that power failed and sorry enough It
1b to fall you now. But there are
stronger powers on earth than a fath
er's protecting lovo or tho tears of a
helpless old auntlo who can only
wring her hands and lot her darling
Blnk back on his pillow with great
staring eyes and clenched fists,
breathing no longer.
John gave one great cry and caught
him in his arms, sought for a pulse
and could find none, then fell to rub
bing one of his cold hands his hard
est. He cried out to me angrily to
help him and not stand there crying.
And to humor him, I did so. W
worked over the cold rigid hands, no
longer baby Dick, with the great star
ing eyes wide open and tho cold rigid
form as heavy as clay untU the beads
stood out on my face and ran down
my cheek with the terror of It all.
the horror of the dead man's eyes,
the weight of the dead man's hand.
John worked with desperate energy,
his teeth set tightly together and to
ward the last when he began to give
up hope, his tired hands worked less
swiftly and his lips breathed forth
curses on the men who had killed his
boy.
After awhile, it must have been an
hour or two, the cold fingers In mine
straightened out less rigidly and the
eyelid closed slowly. Ho had not
breathed for two hours, yet this spas
modic motion took place and who can
say but that his spirit entered Into
its rest at that instant? John gave up
the struggle then and dropped the life
less hand. He threw himself down be
side the bed and sobbed as any other
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