Fiction > Book editions > New York, 1885 - Dynamiter

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tions to all the women of the party, and gave
the last drainings of his flask to those among
the men who seemed in the most need.
*' Is there none left? not a drop for me?"
said the man with the beard.
"Not one drop," replied my father; "and
if you find yourself in want, let me counsel
you to put your hand into the pocket of your
coat."
" Ah ! " cried the other, " you misjudge me.
You think me one who clings to life for selfish
and commonplace considerations. But let me
tell you, that were all this caravan to perish,
the world would but be lightened of a weight.
These are but human insects, pullulating, thick
as may-flies, in the slums of European cities,
whom I myself have plucked from degradation
and misery, from the dung-heax) and gin-pal-
ace door. And you compare their lives with
mine ! "
"You are then a Mormon missionary?"
asked my father.
" Oh ! " cried the man, with a strange smile,
" a Mormon missionary if you will ! I value
not the title. Were I no more than that, I
could have died without a murmur. But with
my life as a physician is beund up the knowl-
edge of great secrets and the future of man.
This it was, when Ave missed the caravan, tried
for a short cut and wandered to this desolate