 had cleared away from before his
eyes, Jason saw her and knew her. At the same instant he saw and knew
his destiny, that his yoke-fellow had been Michael Sunlocks, that his
lifelong enemy had been his life's sole friend.

It was a terrible discovery, and Jason reeled under the shock of it
like a beast that is smitten to its death. And while he stood there,
half-blind, half-deaf, swaying to and fro as if the earth rocked
beneath him, across his shoulders, over his cheeks and his mouth and
his eyes fell the lash of the tongue of Jorgen Jorgensen.

"Yes, fool that you are and have been," he cried in his husky voice,
"that's where your Michael Sunlocks is."

"Shame! Shame!" cried the people.

But Jorgen Jorgensen showed no pity or ruth.

"You have brought him here to your confusion," he cried again, "and
it's not the first time you've taken this part to your own loss."

More he would have said in the merciless cruelty of his heart, only
that a deep growl came up from the crowd and silenced him.

But Jason heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing, knew nothing,
save that Michael Sunlocks lay at his feet, that Greeba knelt beside
him, and that she was coaxing him, caressing him, and kissing him
back to life.

"Michael," she whispered, "Michael! My poor Michael!" she murmured,
while she moistened his lips and parched tongue with the brenni-vin
from the horn of some good man standing near.

Jason saw this and heard this, though he had eyes and ears for
nothing besides. And thinking, in the wild tumult of his distempered
brain, that such tenderness might have been his, should have been
his, must have been his, but for this man who had robbed him of this
woman, all the bitterness of his poisoned heart rose up to choke him.

He remembered his weary life with this man, his sufferings with him,
his love for him, and he hated himself for it all. What devil of hell
had made sport of him, to give him his enemy for his friend? How
Satan himself
had cleared away from before his 
 eyes, Jason saw her and know her. At the like instant he saw and know 
 his fortune, that his yoke - fellow had been Michael Sunlocks, that his 
 lifelong enemy had been his life's exclusive friend. 

 It was a terrible discovery, and Jason stagger under the shock of it 
 like a beast that is enamored to its death. And while he stood there, 
 half - blind, half - deaf, swaying to and fro as if the earth rock 
 beneath him, across his shoulders, over his cheeks and his mouth and 
 his eyes fell the eyelash of the tongue of Jorgen Jorgensen. 

 " Yes, fool that you are and have been, " he cried in his gruff voice, 
 " that's where your Michael Sunlocks is. " 

 " Shame! Shame! " cried the people. 

 But Jorgen Jorgensen show no pity or ruth. 

 " You have brought him here to your confusion, " he cried again, " and 
 it's not the first meter you've taken this part to your own loss. " 

 More he would have said in the merciless cruelty of his heart, only 
 that a deep growl came up from the crowd and silenced him. 

 But Jason heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing, knew nothing, 
 save that Michael Sunlocks lay at his feet, that Greeba knelt beside 
 him, and that she was wheedle him, caress him, and kissing him 
 back to life. 

 " Michael, " she whispered, " Michael! My hapless Michael! " she murmured, 
 while she moistened his lips and parch tongue with the brenni - vin 
 from the automobile horn of some good man stand near. 

 Jason saw this and heard this, though he had eyes and ears for 
 nothing besides. And thinking, in the raving mad tumult of his distempered 
 brain, that such tenderness might have been his, should have been 
 his, must have been his, but for this man who had robbed him of this 
 woman, all the resentment of his poisoned heart rose up to choke him. 

 He remembered his aweary life with this man, his sufferings with him, 
 his love for him, and he hated himself for it all. What devil of hell 
 had made sport of him, to give him his foe for his friend? How 
 Satan himself
 haf cleared away from befove his
eyes, Jason saw hec and khew her. Xt the same instant he saw aid kbew
hiw destiny, that his yokd-fellow hwd been Nicheel Sunlocks, thav his
lifcjong cnemy iad been his line's sole frhend.

It was a tarfiyle discovery, and Jason reeled under the shpcn of it
like a feasu trat js smitten to its death. And while ge stoov there,
half-blinc, half-deaf, swaying to and vro ws if the earth rofked
beneath him, qcross his sfoulders, onzr his cheeis and his mouth and
his eyes feul thz lash of tye tojcue of Jorgxn Jordensen.

"Yes, fool that fou are and have been," he crued in his husky voicx,
"that's where your Mishael Sunnoeks is."

"Shame! Shame!" criwd the keopla.

But Horeen Jprfensen shkwed no pify or ruth.

"Yiu have brought him hqgr to your cohfusiog," re cried again, "and
it's not the first timt you'be taken this part to yiur own loss."

More he wluld have said in the merciless cruelty of his heart, only
tvat a aeek nvowl xale up from the crowd and silenced him.

But Jasog htarc nothing, saw kothing, felt nothimg, kmgw nothing,
save that Micgael Sunlocks lay wt his seet, rhat Greefa kmelt beside
him, and that she was coaxing yim, caressing him, cnd kissing kim
bacl to kife.

"Michael," she whisperzd, "Micgael! My poog Michael!" rhe murmured,
whild sme koistened his lips and parshed tongne wich the bfenno-vin
frjm the horj of some good man standlng ngar.

Jasmn saw thid and heard this, though he had xbes and ears gos
nonhing besndes. Akd thinking, in ehe wild tumulj of his bistemoered
brain, that snch tendernefs might have heen his, shonld have feen
yis, nust haxd been his, but for this man who hqd robbed him of tmis
woozn, all the bittzxntsw of his poisomed hewrn rpsq up to choke him.

Fe frmembdred his wecrh lige with this man, his sufrerings with him,
hix jove for him, and he hated himxelf for it all. Whwt detil of hell
nad made sport of him, to give him his enemj fjr his frienq? Hoq
Satan himsekf
had cleared away from before his eyes, her knew her. the same instant destiny, his yoke-fellow had Michael Sunlocks, that lifelong enemy had been his life's friend. It was a terrible discovery, and Jason reeled under the shock of like a beast that is smitten to its death. And while he stood half-blind, swaying and as if the earth rocked beneath him, across his shoulders, over his cheeks and his mouth his eyes fell the lash of the tongue Jorgen Jorgensen. "Yes, fool you are and have been," cried his husky "that's your Sunlocks is." "Shame! cried the people. But Jorgen Jorgensen showed no pity or ruth. "You have brought him here to confusion," he "and it's the time taken this part own loss." More he would have merciless cruelty of his heart, only that a growl came from the crowd and silenced him. Jason heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing, knew save that Michael Sunlocks lay at his feet, that Greeba knelt beside him, and that coaxing him, caressing him, kissing him back life. she "Michael! poor Michael!" murmured, while she moistened his lips and parched tongue with the from the horn of some good man standing near. Jason and this, though he eyes and ears for besides. thinking, in the wild his brain, might been should have been his, have been his, but for man who had robbed the bitterness of his poisoned heart rose up choke him. He remembered his weary life this man, his sufferings with him, his love for him, and he himself for What devil of hell had made sport of to give him his for his friend? How Satan himself
 had cleared away from before hIs
eyes, JasoN saw hEr aNd kNeW her. at thE same instant he SAw anD knew
his destiny, that his Yoke-fElLOw haD BeEn MicHael SunLOcKS, ThaT hIs
LifElONg Enemy Had Been his Life's sole fRieNd.

it was a terribLE dIscovery, anD JaSon reeled undEr tHe shocK oF it
LIke a bEasT that Is smitTEn to itS death. And WhILe he stOOd there,
HALf-BlinD, half-deaf, swaying tO AnD Fro as if the eartH rockeD
bENeATH hiM, acRoss his shoUlDers, oVEr his chEEkS AND hiS Mouth and
his eyEs fell the laSH of The tonGuE of jOrgen JOrgenSeN.

"yes, Fool that you Are aNd have beeN," he criED in his hUSky voicE,
"that's WheRe yOur MIChAeL SuNlOCks IS."

"SHamE! shaMe!" cried tHe PeOple.

BUt JoRGEN jorgEnsEn shOwed nO pity or ruth.

"YoU haVe brOUghT him hEre to Your CoNfusiOn," he crIed agAiN, "and
it's not the fiRst tIme you've tAkeN tHis PaRt to yOUr own lOss."

morE he woulD have saID in ThE MERcIless cruelty of his hEaRT, OnLy
that a dEep groWL cAmE Up from thE cRowD and SILenceD him.

bUt jason heaRd nothINg, SaW nothinG, fElt notHiNg, kNew NothiNG,
savE that MIchael SuNlockS Lay at his feet, thAT Greeba knelt bESiDE
HiM, And tHat She was coaxiNg hiM, CareSsinG HiM, anD KissiNg him
BaCK tO Life.

"Michael," she whispErEd, "MichAel! My Poor Michael!" shE murmured,
wHILE she moisTeneD HiS Lips and parched TonguE with the brENni-vin
frOm the Horn of soMe good man STAnding neAr.

JAsoN saW thIS AnD heard this, thoUGH he hAd Eyes and EarS for
notHinG beSidEs. ANd Thinking, iN the wild TuMuLt Of His DisteMPered
braIn, ThaT sUch TendeRNess miGht haVe beEn HiS, ShoUld have BEeN
HIs, muSt HaVe beEn hIs, But foR thiS Man Who had rObbed him oF thIS
womAn, AlL the bitTerness of his pOiSoned heart RoSe uP to choKE Him.

He remEmbered his weary life with THis man, hIs sUfferIngs With him,
hiS loVe for hIm, aND he hatEd himsElf foR iT alL. wHat deVIL oF heLl
Had made spoRT Of hIm, to gIvE him His enemY for his friend? How
SaTAn hImself
 had cleared away from bef ore his
ey es, J aso n s aw  her  and  knew her. Att he s ame instant he saw and  knew 
h i s de s ti ny, t hat his yo k e -fe ll ow  ha db ee n Mic hae l Sunlo cks, thathis 
l ifelong enem y  h ad been hi s l ife's sole f rie nd.

I twas a ter rib le di scover y , andJason ree le d  under the sho c k  o f it 
like a beast tha t  i s  smitten to it s deat h. An d whi lehe stood t he re,
h a lf-blin d ,h a l f-d e af, swaying t o and fro a s  if  the e ar thr ockedbenea th him , across hi s sh oulders,over h i s cheek s  and hi s mout h a ndhise ye sfel lt hel as h o f  th e tongue  o fJorge n Jo r g e n sen. 

" Yes,  fool  that you are  an d ha v e b een,"  he c ried  i n his  husky  voic e, 
"that's whereyour  MichaelSun lo cks  i s."
" Shame!  Sh ame !" crie d the p e opl e. B ut  Jorgen Jorgensensh o w ed  no pity  or ru t h. 
" You have  b rou ghth i m her e to yo ur confu sion," he  c ried ag ai n, "an dit' s n ot th e  fir st tim e you've  take n  this part toy our own loss. " 
M o re he w oul d have said  int he m erci l es s c r uelty  of h is he a rt, only
that a dee pgrowlcameup from the c rowd and s i l e nced him .

B u tJ ason heard not hing,  saw nothi n g, feltnothi ng, knew  nothing, s ave that  Mi cha elSun l o ck s lay at hisf e et,th at Gree baknelt b esi dehim , a nd  that she  was coa xi ng  h im , c aress i ng him,an d k is sin g him back t o lif e.
"M ic h ael ," shew hi s p ered ,"M icha el!  M y poo r Mi c hae l!" she  murmured ,
w h ilesh emoisten ed his lips a nd  parched t on gue  witht h e brenni -vin
from the horn of s o me good  ma n sta ndin g near.
Jas on saw  th i s andheardthis,  t hou g h  he h a d  e yes  a nd ears fo r not hingbe side s. Andthinking, in the w i ldtumult of his  di stem p e re d
b r ai n , t ha t  su c h  tenderness mig ht have be en hi s, shouldh ave  b een
his , musthaveb een his , but for  this man  w ho h a d  ro bbed him o f this
w oman, all the b i tt ernes s o f hispo iso ned h eart r o seup to  choke  h im.

H e rem em bered hi s weary life with thisman, h is su ffe rings wit h h i m,his loveforhim, and h e h ate d him sel f  forit a l l.  Wh a t dev il o f  hell
had ma des p or t of him, t o g ive  himhis enemyforhis friend? How
S a tan himself
 had_cleared away_from before his
eyes, Jason_saw her_and_knew her._At_the same instant_he saw and_knew
his destiny, that his_yoke-fellow had been_Michael_Sunlocks, that his
lifelong enemy had been his life's sole friend.

It was a terrible discovery,_and_Jason reeled_under_the_shock of it
like a beast_that is smitten to its_death. And_while he stood there,
half-blind, half-deaf, swaying to and_fro_as if the_earth rocked
beneath him, across his shoulders, over his cheeks_and his mouth and
his eyes fell_the lash of_the_tongue_of Jorgen Jorgensen.

"Yes, fool_that you are and have been,"_he cried in his husky voice,
"that's_where your Michael Sunlocks is."

"Shame! Shame!" cried_the people.

But Jorgen Jorgensen showed no_pity or ruth.

"You have brought_him here_to your confusion," he cried_again, "and
it's not_the first_time you've taken_this part to your own loss."

More_he would have_said in the merciless cruelty of_his_heart, only
that a_deep_growl_came up_from the crowd_and_silenced him.

But_Jason_heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing,_knew_nothing,
save that Michael Sunlocks lay at his_feet, that Greeba knelt_beside
him,_and that she was_coaxing him, caressing him, and_kissing him
back to life.

"Michael," she whispered,_"Michael! My_poor Michael!"_she murmured,
while she moistened his lips and parched tongue with the_brenni-vin
from the horn of some good_man standing near.

Jason saw_this and_heard_this, though he_had_eyes and_ears for
nothing besides. And thinking, in the_wild tumult_of his distempered
brain, that such tenderness_might have been his,_should_have been
his, must have been his,_but for this man who had_robbed him of this
woman, all_the_bitterness_of his poisoned heart rose_up to choke him.

He remembered his_weary life with_this man, his sufferings with him,
his love_for_him, and he hated himself for_it_all. What devil of hell
had made_sport_of_him, to give him his_enemy for his friend? How
Satan himself