A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Fifth

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so-I can't bear it." Her face was estranged with excitement, and there were traces of tears on it. "You must think me almost crazy to stop you in the street this way; but when I caught sight of you I had to speak. I knew you would sympathize-I knew you would feel as I do. Oh, how can anybody help honoring those poor men for standing by one another as they do? They are risking all they

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mething be done to stop it? Don't you think that if some one went among them, and tried to make them see how perfectly hopeless it was to resist the companies and drive off the new men, he might do some good? I have wanted to go and try; but I am a woman, and I

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eep you-Good-bye." He stepped back to bow, but she put her beautiful

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the air. The trust she had shown him, the praise she had given him, that crush of the hand: he hoped nothing, he formed no idea from it, but it all filled him with love that cast out the pain and shame he had been suffering. He believed that he could never be unhappy any more; the hardness that was in his mind toward his father went out of it; he saw how so

do, he forgot almost what it was; but when he came to a street-car track he remembered it, and looked up and down to see if there were any turbulent gathering of men whom he might mingle with and help to keep from violence. He saw none anywhere; and then suddenly, as if at the same moment, for in his exalted mood all events had a dream-like simultaneity, he stood at the corner of an avenue, and in the middle of it, a little way off, was a street-car, and around the car a tumult of shouting, cursing, struggling men. Th

o was calling out at the policemen: "Ah, yes! Glup the strikerss-gif it to them! Why don't you co and glup the bresidents that insoalt your l

r, and something seemed to strike him in the breast. He was going to say to the policeman: "Don't strike him! He's an old soldier! You see he has no hand!" but he could not speak, he could not move his tongue. The policeman stood there;

the policeman, who left him where he fell and joined the rest of the squad in pursuing the rioters. The fightin

m the rioting; but he could not have left Lindau lying there if he would. Something stro