The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-12-18

the money that he received. Still, IL
was reckless to attract his after ton
again; especially so after having left
the cab in that strange manner.
There was a way to the sidewalk
through the press of vehicles. Herrick
saw it from the corner of his eye, and
was about to take advantage of 1t. In
stead, to his surprise, he found himself
turned toward the cabman, and imme-
d1ately he heard his own voice saying:
L have decided to get out here. How
much do l owe your"
The cabman named his price, and.
Herrick paid him with the FIVE dollar
bill which had been the sum of his
wealth, and the end of it as far as he
could see, so short a time before. He
counted his change carefully, remem-.
bering that he would probably have to
wait until the next day before he could
break one of the thousands. Enough
remained to him from the bill for a
supper, a bed, and a breakfast.
He cared little for his bed. 1t would
be no more than a place to lie and
think of the future. 1t was many a
night since he had really slept. Ger
ta1nly, with SO much upon his mind,
ne would not sleep this night, even if
he should try. So when he had been
shown to his room in a hotel he piled
his pillows against the headboard of
the bed and reclined against them,
fully dressed. He was very happy. No
question of right or wrong in what he
had done or what he expected to do
came to torment him. For a long time
he had borne his life like a tremendous
burden. This had suddenly slipped
from his shoulders, leaving his natural
powers benumbed.
In the midst of his first vision of a
new life he was aroused by a knocking
at the door. He started up; his legs
would hardly support him; he had no
voice with which to ask who was
there. But one explanation was posi-
BILE; he must have been watched by
the police.
He tottered to the door and gave ut
terance to a hoarse, inarticulate sound.
Eight o'clock, sir" cried a voice
without. You asked to be called, SIR
He rushed to the window and flung
open the shutters. Day streamed in,
strong and beautiful. The gas flame
paled. He knew that he had slept as
he had not slept before in years. In the
mysterious depths of his life he felt a
new strength stirring, but it was only
nascent as yet.
A bath and a breakfast revived him
still more. He felt the eXhilaration of
a busy day upon which he was enter
ing. He scanned the papers, but so far
as he could see they had no news of
the money that had been lost.
Presently he found himself riding
downtown in an elevated railroad train.
He was going to a steamship Office to
arrange for his journey; then to a
bankers for a travellers check book.
His pockets were bullying with mon
ey, but there was something in one of
them that he couldn't remember to
have put there. He pulled it out, and
per that had contained the money. AS
he held it in his hand it was concealed
by his newspaper. No fellow-passen-
ger could see it; and it was doubly for
tunate because, in plain sight upon the
paper, was the name and address:
Herbert L. Graham. 40 Wall street."
The train was just stopping at Rec
tor street. That was the station near
est the steamship Office. Thrusting
the brown paper back in his pocket, he
left the car and went with the throng
down to the street. He was thinking
about the accommodations he would
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to think of that and kindred subjects,
yet he turned north on Broadway in
stead of south. Presently he found
himself asking an elevator boy in a big
building if he knew where Mr.. Ora
hams Office was.
Mr.. Graham happened to be in his
outer Office when Herrick entered. He
was pouring a story into the ear of
another gray-haired Wall street man,
and Herrick heard a few words of it
something about cabs, and cash and
carelessnesS.
81 have found the money that you
lost" said Herrick. Here it is"
"Zion!" cried the banker, clutching
the bills in his fingers. MY dear fell
low, tell me all about it."
There's nothing to tell" replied the
young man. Il merely found it in the
cab"
Mr.. Graham eyed him a moment in
surprise.
You take it coolly," he said.
81 couldn't take it at ALL" respond
ed Herrick, with a feeble smile. u
don't know why. 1t was instinct, l
suppose. My ancestors must have been
honest men,"
Upon my word you must take one
of these notes." said the banker. "Ive
offered it in an ad and"
81 can't do it," SAID Herrick. 81
) don't feel it to be right"
} But, my dear boy" exclaimed the
old man kindly. 81 must do something
for you. l want to; believe me. At
least come back and take lunch with
: me. Shall we say l o'clock"
: 1T will give me great pleasure" said
Herrick; and, bowling, he turned away
and walked out of the office.