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- Tor kalingi hyur
IT last John Gordon
A "David, do you
know how much
you have tempted
"For your good."
"I'm-not so sure. The offer is full of
"Well, dont keep anything back."
"The News itself-you know my
Ideas about it The paper is full of
sensation; it is unreliable; it is not jour
nalism that any thoughtful man re
"'What differcace does that make if
you have your own page to do with it
as you like?"
Barton spoke with apparent indiffer
nce concerning his friend's estimate
of journalism, as If he either acknowl
dged the truth of Gordon's statement
r did not care to argue it.
"Of course it makes a good deal of
ifference. Do you think Harris is
incere in his reform movements? Is
he using the paper to help the people
r is he simply taking up popular
auses because he is shrewd enough
o see that it is good policy for the
Barton looked at John Gordon quiz
"Do you know Harris?"
"I've seen him, but I don't know
"Neither do I. He's put $2,000,000
nto the News, and the paper has made
t least half that in the time It has been
oing. He's proud as Lucifer and has
Lucifer's ambition. He's willing to do
ything except get into jail for the
pper, and he'd probably do that If it
would increase the circulation. But
hat difference does it make to you,
ohn, so long as you have full swing
in your own department?"
"I don't know that my work will
eally be helped by going' into print
o tell the honest truth, I have no
fath in Harris, and I have a contempt
for his journalistic methods. Now look.
John Gordon picked up from the ta
le copy of the News and began read
ng some of the headlines.
"Microbes In Car Straps! Menace
o Traveling Public! Danger Explained
y Professor Roitger of the Universi
"The Richest Woman In the World!
er Daily Routine! Over $500,000
Worth of Gems In Her Hair at the
"The Cost of One Day's Spree For
wo Fourteenth Street Bloods! Item
"Mrs. Brown Calls Mrs. Jones a
Lir! They Have a Scrappy Time of
t In the Back Yard! The Neighbors
ake a Hand!"
"Theological Set-to at the University!
rofessors Do Not Agree on Figures!
ne Teaches That Adam Never Ex
"The Newest Pad! Society's Craze
or Egyptian Mummies! The Latest
"Th~e Tallest Woman 'In America!
er Diet, Daily Habits, etc."
"Rottenness at the City Hall! A
ull Exposure of Dr. Lumme's Ex
ravagances! Policeman Murphy
Scores a Hit at Alderman Schwartz!
urn on the Light!"
"Thoroughbred Toy Dogs! An Ex
ensive Luxury! Mrs. Near Has a.
"Ghastly Suicide of an Old Sailor!
urposely Jumped Into a Vat of Boil
ing Acid! Full Particulars!"
"War! The Sultan Is Growing More
efiant! Orders Out Bosporus Fleet!"
"The Sandal Craze! Boots and Shoes
Back Number Soon! Pictures of
Gordon threw the paper down, and
arton laughed cynically.
"What's the matter with it? At any
rate, they keep buying It Whoever
sees an Index or a Standard around
ope House? There you are! If you
ant to reach the people, do it through
the medium that the people use. Think
f over 3,000,000 readers of the News
"Yes, think of it!" exclaimed John
ordon. "Think of the stuff they read
that is untruth and exaggeration and
ysteria about matters that are of no
value. A column to 'Toy Dogs!' kept
y a rich woman who spends enough
noney on them to save the lives of a
undred babies! It is this sort of thing
that makes anarchists and criminals.
ll Harris wants out of a reform page
Is to advertise the~ paper. I'm almost
sure of it."
"Probably!" soid Barton dryly. "At
the same time you can be getting in
ou' reform work through a paper
that is read by the. very people you
want to help."
"But It is not rad nor believed in by
the very people who have it in their
ower. to help the people. David, the
best people in the city don't care for
the News. They laugh at Its editorials
and don't care for its Influence. It real
ly has no influence with them."
For the first time David Barton
seemed disturbed. The frank criticism
of his friend concerning the News in
respect to Its printed matter had not
moved him. But this last statement
touched a tender spot Barton's pale
heeks flushed, and he struck the table
with his clinched fist
"Better not tell Harris that! He has
n dea that his paper rtins the town.
e think his editorials make public
s Days,"Etc. ***
"e's- wrong!" John Gordon spoke
decidedly. "His editorials have no such
power. They are rated along with the
rest of the paper. The fact is the yel
low journalism works out its own de
struction inevitably. Its days are al
"Our circulation is increasing."
"All the bigger fall when it comes,"
replied John Gordon briefly, and then
they were both startled by a voice from
the doorway of the room adjoining.
"Deg pardon, Barton. I couldn't make
you hear, though I knocked twice."
Barton turned his head as a man
came into the room and exclaimed, "Mr.
Harris!" at the same time sending a
questioning flash to Gordon, "Wonder
how much he heard?"
Harris walked up to the table and
coolly helped himself to a cigar from a
little Chinese pot and lighted it at the
"Mr. John Gordon, Mr. Harris," said
Barton, who had fully recovered his
usual indifferent attitude by this time.
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Gordon,"
said Harris, putting out a very long
white hand. John Gordon took it, al
though instantly he felt a most intense
dislike for the man.
He was of a thin, wiry physique,
smooth faced, a bloodless complexion,
straight lips and cold gray eyes. His
manner was perfectly self possessed,
and neither Gordon nor Barton could
detect any sign on his face that he had
overheard a syllable of their talk be
fore he entered. He was faultlessly
dressed and had the general appear
ance of a man who has exhausted a
large part of his interest in life on ac
count of a large number of intense ex
periences. At the same time there was
a serious alertness about him that was
very noticeable. He was not blase in
the o':dinary use of that word. He evi
dently had boundless faith in himself.
John GordLion had no difficulty in telling
why the man produced such a dislike
in him. It was because of his absolute
"Mr. Gordon is my friend; the one
I mentioned to you the other day as a
possible contributor In a new depart
ment," Barton said as Harris still re
mnained standing near the table.
Harris looked at Gordon and said
"I understand you are going to ex
periment down in the slums around
"I may live there. I don't know
about experimenting," said John Gor
don coldly. He was rapidly beginning
to have Miss Andrews' dislike of the
word "slums" as he had already grown
to have a hatred of the idea of "exper
imenting" with the people.
Harris walked over to a chair at the
other end of the table, and after a si
lence which neither Barton nor Gordon
seemed incJ~ned to break he said, lean
ing a little forward and speaking with
"Mr. Gordon, I am prepared to make
you a proposition that I hope you will
at least thoughtfully consider. The
News now has a circulation of 700,000
copies a day. That means that practi
cally 3,000,000) people read it.. At least
half the population of the city read my
paper. It is especialy true of the
workingmen, the poor and the people
of the street and the shop. The boule
vard may not take the News. Grant
Gordon, looking at the newspaper
owner, thought he could detect just a
shadow of resentment -under the ap
parent Indifference. "But the slum
takes it and reads. J'd rather have the
slum reader any time. The boulevard
does not make anything but itself, but
the slum makes conditions. Now, then,
this is my proposition: I will give you
the entire control of a page of the
News to write up the conditions of the
city where you expect to live or work.
May I ask where? Mr. :Barton has not
"I expect to live as a resident in
"Good!" Harris exclaimed with an
eageihess' that was unmistakable.
"You couldn't do better. Miss An
drews of cou e has made her work
known everywhere. She has been an
occasional contributor to the News.
You couldn't strike out on a more pop
ular appeal than from that place as a
center. See here. Let me block out a
programme for a- page that will set
this city to thinking as it never thought
He at once outlined a series of sub
jects for a reform page from the social
settlement viewpoint which was sim
ply marvelous in Its understanding of
the conditions and the needs. Barton,
with a born newspaper man's instinct,
grasped the details with rapidity and
showed 'his interest by an occasional
interjection or hint that at once led off
into further possibilities. Even Gor
don, with his growing feeling of repul
sion for the man, which increased ev
ery minute, could not resist an admira
tion for his great shrewdness and in
sight. And all the time he was block
ing out the page Gordon thrilled at the
vision opened up of what might be
done for the people and by them if
once a daily that was really theirs
lived its life for theirs.
"Of course I understand," Harris had
at last added, "that all this will mean
a tremendous.amount of work. That
is what a daily paper neans to every
body connected with it. But it need
not mean that you would have to give
up residence In Hope House. In fact,
it would be- better to continue your
actual touch with the district so as
to be able to give what you write for
the paper color. I also realize that
you have need of money to carry out
some of these plans. That is the rca
son I stand prepared to make this
offer. If you will undertake this work,
I will pay you $500 a mcnth and in ad
dition help carry out* some of these
ideas where money is needed. I don't
care to say just how rnch I'll give.
Time enough for that 'when we get to
He stopped abruptly, and then, to
the surprise of the tw~o friends, he
suddenly rose and said as he came up
to the table and took his hat, which he
had laid down there:
"Don't answer now. Give it consid
eration. Whatever you choose to ar
range with Barton wIll be satisfactory.
Barton, you'd better get out to Colora
do for a month, as I advised. Knowles
can manage very well for awhile lon
ger. Good night."
He walked out, and Barton and Gor
don sat silent for a moment
"Of cours he heaid what von said
with the best people," said Barton, or
with a chuckle.
"I believe he did, but his manner did Se
not betray it except once." no
"Yes, I noticed that. Oh, the old
man would give his long white hand to
possess real influence. That's his am
bition, my boy. All he said about the
boulevard and the slum was pure non
sense. He doesn't believe it any more ro
than I do."
"I believe It, though. He spoke the m
truth whether he meant to or not." re
"What difference?" David Barton ml
spoke carelessly. "But this proposi- th
tion, John," he added, keenly watching m
Gordon. "How about that, eh? The al
opening, the leverage, the money. Wait y
a minute. This confounded cough is N
going to get me again." th
He went into the other room this ti<
time, and his coughing spell lasted so to
long that Gordon was alarmed. He at
went in where his friend was sitting
with his head down between his knees,
his whole body racked with the effort, pa
and when it was over he still main- P1
tained the same position until Gordon pa
remonstrated with him. es
"David, you're in no condition to go y
on with work. You're killing yourself fE
on the News. I had no idea you had
such a cough. How long have you 4
been this way?" he
"The average limit of usefulness on ki:
the News," said David Barton as he t
lifted up his head, "is less than ten m
years from the time of beginning. I've th
been with It now going on six. The
rule in a daily paper is, no old men in
any department. If you see an old m
man anywhere around the office, he's
a visitor or a stranger. Modern jour- .
nalism is a man killer. I'm just one of
the fools caught between the rollers. al
See? It's like this. Harris prizes me
because I know how. But when I once
let go he knows he can get another fool
to take my place. Food for the lion. i
Three cheers for the press! It's the
great agency of civilization. It's the
prize life taker. It's the-look out! Je
Here I go again!"
He put his head .down and coughed Th
so long and violently that at the end dr
e o the
"i' am prTepared to make you a pr-opo- hea
of it John Gordon found himself on his frc
knees by the side of his friend holding to
his head and~ now thoroughly alarmed. r
"Why, this can't go on, David," he cid
expostulated. - evi
"Yes, It can apparently. At least it sol
seems to go on quite easily." of
"But you'll simply commit suicide tic
if you don't listen to reason and quit del
all work for at least six months." cui
"Can't do it Got too much at stake," in
Barton answered. He rose, and, going or
into an adjoining room, he took some pri
medicine, bathed his face and came j
out looking so much better that John sel
Gordon was amazed. voi
"Only a trifling little cough, John. fa<
It's not on my lungs. Just a throat shi
trouble. I got caught out in the rain Ithe
down near Hope House the other sh
nght and didn't have a chance to steal 3
an umbrella without getting caught sh
again. Come in and let's have out the
reform business. You can't let Harris' M
offer go by. It's too much of aH
"But I'm keeping you up too late," he
Gordon said doubtfully. so)
"Why, old man, haven't you sent
your things over here to stay until you do
get married or something? Whose are ag
those duds out in the hall?" en
"They're mine. I expect. I sent themi to
over this afternoon. The break had to su
come at home some time, and I knew he
you would take me in at any time." tic
"Sit down, then," said Barton, giving I 1
his friend a push into an easy chair. wi
He himself went over to a lounge and g
lay down on it, turning his pale, thin ou
face, with its great, glowing eyes, to- be
ward John Gordon. s
The grim death had already laid a
long .hand on Barton's chest, but with rig
the stubborn cynicism of his character so
Barton refused to acknowledge any so
mastery, although, contrary to most
victims of consumption. he knew and
acknowledged him.self that do what he n
would he could not shake that hand n
John Gordon mournfully eyed the re- be
umbent figure on the lounge. e
"Forgive me, David. I have been so
busy over my own plans that I have J
not thought of you. Why have you not e
let me know about"
"Oh, let's talk of your matters. Mine do
can wait. Besides, don't you know it's he
not the thing to talk to sick People T
about their condition? Don't make me Of
believe that I have anything. Ho Jo
about Harris' offer?"
"I have decided not to accept it," re-D
plied John Gordon quietly.
"That's plump. Say why." sh
John Gordon did not answer at once.
"I've already told you p)artly. Seeing
Harris confirms my opinion concerning se
his insincerity. He simply wants toaf
use the fact of my connection withW
Hope House to get a feature more or
less sensational for the News."
"You didn't take to him very loving
ly, did you?" Barton chuckled.
"I found myself in danger of hatingti
"Still, Harris has his good points.
He's the most egotistic man I ever J
knew, but with the exception of that, g
and perhaps a dozen other remarkableli
faults, he's interesting. He's interest
nig," Barton repeated. "You're toore
particular, John. I don't see why you ar
can't carry on the department and Jo
make things around Bowen street just itj
hum for reform If you have the paper I
to help you. If you expect an angel to he
come along and give you a page of his hi
daily to boost your reforms, you'll have we
to wait till angels are thicker In them
newspaper business than they are now.
I don't know any myself. My ac- m
quantance so far has been in the other ge
"There's another reason I haven'tB
give forn ref Trnris." .John~Gor- g9
ow the people before I begin to tal
write about them. And I ought ti
end at least ten years of my life ii
ing, hearing, thinking, knowing, bu
t much in writing-not yet. Do yol
ow what the bishop of Londcn sali
'No; I don't know the bishop."
"He said: 'I have found that isola
n of one class from another is th,
of of all social evils. Contact wit]
e neglected people and the lapse
isses was the method of Christ'
elamation of the lost. It is the onl:
athod that can succeed row.' Isn'
at quite remarkable for a bishop?
at him in London. He is the mos
I around Christian I ever saw.
sh they had a bishop like that her(
w, you see I don't want to go int
e newspaper business in the sensa
nal way that Harris wants. I nee(
live among the people for a period
least until I am able to talk an(
rite with some sort of knowledge
u-ris' idea is to burst cut with
ge o)f denunciation and hysterica
:torial exposure of human condition
rtly for political reasons, but mor
pecially to get the News before th,
blic and do a big advertising busi
"You wrong Harris, even at hi
)rst," said Barton decidedly. "I can'
p thinking he's got some humai
adness in him. He may be all ego
im, but he's not all bad. There's th<
mey offer. You haven't considere<
rohn Gordon seemed troubled for i
'Of course we shall need money fo
the things we plan. Miss Andrew:
is wishing she might secure $5,001
e the new dormitory. She goes ou
d lectures every winter to make ex
'Yes. The city will kill her. It wil
I her, I tell you!" cried out Bartoi
a genuine burst of rage.
'The world kills all its prophets an(
formers in one way or another," sai
hn Gordon sadly. "The blood o
e martyrs is the seed of the church
te very people that applaud Miss Am
ews and say she is doing a gran
yrk don't come to her rescue in an
eat numbers. And she is In sor
ed right now."
'Then why don't you let Harri
'He can help if he wants to. If he'
icere. he will do it without my goin,
the paper. I've made up my mind,'
)rdon hastily added 'as Barton mad
esture. "I think I can secure som
>ney from men in the city."
'Let me know how much, so we ca
blish the amount, will you?" Barto:
Tohn Gordon did not answer, ani
ter quite a long silence Barton sail
'By the way, I suppose Miss Mars
11 help you, of course. You'll be mai
d and set up residence together I
ope House? How did you win he
er to your extreme views?"
"I didn't. We are not going to b
arried. She refuses to go with m
o Hope House. Oh, David, do y
nk that was a mistake?"
t aH11oured out at once, because al:
evening John Gordon had beer
ing to confide n the one man in al
city whom he loved and trusted
erything they had been talkin
ut so far had seemed in one sens4
small importance compared with his
rt's hunger for hier, which hiac
~pened with every moment's absenet
m her. His immediate resolve to g<
Hope House, his talk with Miss An
ws, his visit with his friend, the in
ent of Harris and his offer' were noi
dence of his insensibility to that re
e on her part to refuse his choic'
life work. It was only chaaracterls
of him to go straight on with thi
ails of his life no matter what oc
'red. John Gordon was the last mai
the world to withdraw into a suller
moody Isolation on account of grea1
vate trouble or sorrow.
ut he longed for sympathetic coun
And his impulsive outcry simpl3
ced another fact of his nature, thi
t of his affectionate trust in friend
p. a trust that kept no event secre1
it a friend might wish to know and
)avd Barton sat up aid exclaimes
'Do you mean to say that MIs
rsh refuses to live with ycu in Hop'
She does refuse, but I did not givi
time, I am afraid, to give her rea
Time for reasons! How much time
is she want?" Barton went on say
1y. "Hope House ~ is not goot
>ugh for her, eh? She is not willing
go with the man who loves her int(
:h a burden bearing life! She love!
nice, clean, soft, easy, social posi
a more than she loves the man! No
eli you." Barton silenced his friend
t made a gesture of dissent. "The
ls of this age are not like those o:
fathers. They are not willing tC
rin in a small, economical way anc
tre their husbands' privations. The:
.nt big, expensive establishment!
ht ofi'. They have no Idea of an3
t of life except one of luxury anc
ial successes. To my mind, you'r4
1 rid of her!"
'No, no, David! Not that! I ough'
tto have made such a test You d(
tknow her as I do."
I don't want to either. Isn't it fo:
ter, for worse, for richer, for poor
If I were the woman you loved
uldn't I 'go with yoty anywhere
an? You know I would, mean
fish anim~al that I am. If I were
man and had the love of John Gor
a, I wouldn't even ask him wher<
was going. I would simply go
at's tho reason I say you're well rid
her. She's not worthy of you
'But you have never loved any one
vid!" cried John Gordon in grea1
trss, for he was nearer saying
irp word to his friend than at an3
ie since their friendship began.
'I love you, John, more than thi:
fish woman ever loved. But I'n
aid that's not saying very much
uldn't I die for youy'
'I believe you would, David."
Well, this woman wouldn't ever
e for you."
'It's harder to live than to die some
1s," John Gordon answered, with
'I tell you she's not worthy of you
hn. 'Mend your broken heart o:
another.'" Barton sang the firs1
e of a popular music hall ballad
'o woman Is worthy of a man if shb
:uses to accept his terms when the:
as reasonable and as necessary at
urs. But It has hit you hard, hasn'1
or answer John Gordon laid hi:
id down on the table. Barton eyet
n sympathetically, but offered n<
'rd of consolation. After awhile he
Confound these women! They mak<
re trouble than all the men put to
:her. The young fellow seems t<
re sustained a compound fracture
.t it'll heal in time. Good thing he':
giehim enilp15~ment."'He lay qie t,
and after a little Gordon rose and
y walked into the other room.
I IUe stayed there until he beard Bar
t ton begin to cough again, when he in
I stantly returned to his friend's side to
i find him sitting up on the couch, his
head between his hands.
This time the coughing was of-short
- duration, and Barfon exclaimed the
instant he was able to speak:
I "I can tell time by my cough, it's so
I regular. I shall miss it when it leaves.
5 The last one tonight. I usually wind
r it up about half past 10."
t "David, have you consulted a doc
t "Not today."
[ "Any time?"
"What does he say?"
"Just what you and HarriS say. Quit
I work and go to Colorado. I can't.
Don't bother about it I won't go,
that's all. I've begun to get attached
to the cough, it has shown such an af
L fection for me."
I He straightened up and laughed at
the look in his friend's face. Gordon
* was only partly assured.
d "It will kill you."
- "First time anything ever did."
"You have no right to neglect it"
"Neglect it? Don't I nurse it day and
t night? No cough ever had better care
1 than mine. I give it the best the patent
- medicine show affords."
"It will be the death of you."
I "All right," Barton said cheerfully.
"Rather die from my cough than from
a stupid, thoughtless trolley car. By
the way, John, did you ever think of
e the difference between being run over
by a horse and wagon and an auto
t "I never gave it much thought"
. "More people get run over by auto
mobiles than by horses, so the facts
show. You see a man can dodge a
i horse because he-the horse-is alive.
But an automobile- Let's change the
I subject Give me your programme."
I "My programme!"
C "Your programme as a reformer.
. What are you going to do? What lies
- in your mind? John"- David Barton
I swiftly changed from the careless, flip
r pant manner he had assumed over his
) physical condition, and John Gordon
tnstantly knew the friend who loved
a him was talking now out of his great
scrious .heart "John, if you are really
; going to try to make the old world bet
; ter you've held out your arm to a wres
tier who will give you the struggle of
3 your life. I want to help. I don't be
a lieve it will amount to anything-the
struggle, I mean. And maybe not the
x help either. But tell me your heart's
"Well, then,'. John Gordon answered,
I while his' whole expression glowed
I with his real deep religious enthusi
asm and a pride that swept his thought
i even of Luella Marsh out of existence,
I "I have a programme. First, I plan to
:, live at Hope House as long as I can be
r of use there or as long as I can from
that place in the city learn the city. It
e may be five years, it may be ten. If
e it is ten, I shall be only forty. A man
cannot do much public work worthy of
the name until he is forty."
"HIstory- and biography say other
wise, but never mind," muttered Bar
ton. "Go on."
"My plans of course do not cover
jpossibilities that may come into my
experience at the end of my residence
in Hope House. But I 'have dreamed
of many things. I don't mean book
'knowledge, but live, personal knowl
edge of people. Not the kind that
makes a~ man a professor of sociology
in the university, but the kind that
makes a man want-to change bad laws
or make good ones; the kind of knowl
edge of people that Paul had when he
said, 'Woe is me if I preach not the
gospel;' the kind of knowledge of peo
ple that compels a man to see in every
other man a universe of eternal value
and eternal happiness."
"There are mighty few people in this
city that think of run-down-at-the-heel
humanity after that fashion," muttered
Barton again. Then after a silence he
"Who's a'gainst you in all this?"
"Selfish greed, ecclesiastical pride in
the churches, political rottenness in the
city management, cynical indifference
ion the part of cultured men and wom
en, whisky, yellow press, business in
terests wherever they touch financial
loss, if reform calls for sacrifice; for
-eign born and foreign shaped classes,
but most of .all the opposition of high
bred apathy which grows out of the
soil of irreligion."
"And who is on your side?" Barton
asked almost mechanically, in a low
"God, all good menn,woe in the
churches, and there are many; a rising
sentiment among young men against
municipal partisanship, a gradually ris
ing journalism which in time will de
mand the extinction of yellow journal
ism, which is an excrescence that car
ries in large measure its own destruc
tion, and a rising tide of popular pas
sion against the saloon as an institu
tion and for more equal opportunities
in the field of struggle for human hap
"You left out the -largest item in the
list of forces against referm."
"What's that ?"
"The people themselves."
"Of course I realize that," John Gor
don replied slowly. "But it was not
the people that crucified Jesus. It was
the scribes and Pharisees."
"The people yelled, 'Crucify him!'"
"The rabble, you mean."
"Whats the difference?"
"I don't know exactiy, but the rabble
is not the people."
"Mighty fine distinction," Barton
muttered again. "Of course you can't
Shec put the book in his hands.
deny that the common people are on
ungrateful lot You heal ten lepers,
- and only one out of the ten will ever
thank you for it"
.'What difference does that make to
Sme if they're healed?"
L unHan of difference t them.though.
I suppos6eyoukn6w that even tne poll
ticians don't get in Miss Andrews' way
so much as the people themselves. I
They don't know enough to make the
general good of greater concern than
their particular good. They're an un
grateful lot, the people are."
"Not all of them. But even if they
were, I don't know as that Is any
reason for letting them alone. Jesus
probably knew that only one of the ten
lepers would return to give thanks, yet
he healed them all."
"They must be mighty ashamed of
themselves by this time," said Barton
wearily. Gordon instantly noted it
"You're tired out. Not another word
tonight. Can't I do anything for you?
No? You will call me if you need me?"
"Yes, of course. You know where
your old room is. Just make yourself
at home. I gave orders to William
when your things came to get your
room ready. Sound sleep to you."
In the morning the friends break
fasted at a clubroom near by, where
Barton had bachelor quarters at table,
and John Gordon noted with <oncern
the face of Barton, which showed
marks of wakefulness.
"I coughed once or twice just to keep
in practice. And at 6 o'clock I went
off again just as a reminder of getting
up time. But don't you worry. I'll be
all right when I get used to it"
He laughed lightly and accompanied
Gordon part way down into the city,
leaving him at the point where the
Hope House district began, after exact
ing a promise from him that he would
take dinner with him at-7 that evening.
John Gordon went at once to Hope
House and had a conference -with Miss
"There is no reason why I should not
begin my work at once," Gordon said.
"The trouble is"-Miss Andrews spoke
with a slight smile-"you are not like
the average resident More than half
of my people during the last ten years
have left me to enter their life work.
Now I understand"
"This is my life work," said Gordon
"It is a matter of both life and
death, Mr. Gordon. But let us arrange
a definite programme," she added has
tily, as if disturbed by some idea for
eIgn to this conference. ."How would
you like-a tenement house tour to be
"I will do whatever you suggest I
am sure that,- whatever It is, it will be
just the right thing to do."
"Here Is obedience for you! Will
you always be'as tractable?"
"I hope so." -
"Very well." She hesitated a mo
ment. "Suppose you go out with Ford.
He Is makifg a report of the block west
of Bowen street 1(ou can help him."
For a week John Gordon and Ford,
the university student, made a special
study of a - block of tenements in the
Hope House district Ford took kodak
pictures of alleys and back yards and
stairways and groups of tenement chil
dren and inanimate groups of garbage
and stifling narrow courts and displays
of soiled and tattered wash and every
thing else except the smells, as Gordon
said, and he and Ford took them with
out the aid of a camera. Gordon tabu
lated statistics, birth and death rate,
density, nationality, disease, occupa
'ion, religion and absence of it, number
o people In single rooms, quality of
food used, drink and drunkenness, sa
loons in block and their revenue, to
gether with all other ,Items that bore
on the life of the lives In that ulcer of
At the end of the week Gordon had
reached some conclusIons.1
"What can be done about bettering
conditions? The people in the tene
ments arevictims to a arge.degree of
conditions that they are unable to bet
ter. The owners of the property!
'here's the vital point How to reach
For answer hliss Andrews took down
from the. house library a volume co-j
taining a list of property owners in
ope House neighborhood. Before giv
ing it to Gordon she said sadiy: "Youn
must not let this list disturb your gen
eral purpose. Of course It will not do
that But I am sure you want all the
"That Is just what I want," said
Gordon, woidering a little at Miss An
drews' gravity, although she was al
ways calmly serious.
She quietly, but -with the same man
ner of doubtful hesitation. put the book
in his hands and went Into the ball to
answer a summons.
John Gordon opened the volume and
began to run down the names in the
list He was alone at the lime, and In
thinking back over the experience he
was able to recall the strange sensa
ion he had of Isolation from every
rend, even Barton, whom he had not
seen for several days. This feeling of
Isolation was so unusually strong that
e had to fight against the falsehood
that there was no tie of friendship in
his work, that he stood alone In the
sfuggle for humanity.
Name after name of agents~ or firms
r companies having control of the
property around Hope Houseu:d been
read by him, and he had not reached
the block he had been studying, for his
interest deepened every moment as he
recognized familiar names, familia In
the commercial and social world.
He turned over a page and eame to
the section marked "Waterside," and
the second name he read was "Rufus
Gordon," with numbers indicating
wnership of several of the worst
houses In the block. He read the name
with heightening color and went on,
and near the top of the opposite page -
e saw the name of Philo H. Marsh
and numbers crediting him wiith own- *
ing half a dozen tenements.' Glancing
t the bottom of the page, Gordon
noted the same name again as the own
er of property which, by reference to
the map of the appendix, he Identified,
by comparison with his own draft of
the block, as saloon and vaudeville
"Luella's father!" The Idea that for
years the woman to whom he had given
his affections had idled in the luxury e
of her home, kept In the possession of
the soft, easy things of social luxury a
by means of money that had the taint 1
f human misery and shame and sin I
on it, caused him to revolt against the ~
whole cruel social indifference of that
part of the social world represented
by-he facts in the book before him.
"Luella's father and mine also!" he
added. He leaned his head on his
hand, and his face grew stern. Miss
Andrews, coming back to the library,
paused in the doorway and stood there
moment looking intently at him.
[TO BE CONTINU'ED.]
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