Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-08-07

which concerned him nearly. He did
not wish to confront the driver again,
for there might be an investigation,
and a question Of Identification might
arise, in which case it would be well to
have the man know as little as possible
Of Herrick's personal appearance. He
reflected with satisfaction that the spot
on Wall street where he had entered the
carriage had been rather dark.
The cab stopped suddenly, its path
being blocked by tangle of vehicles.
Herrick softly put his hand upon the
catch of the door. Ityielded noiselessly;
the door swung open.
Herrick stepped out. Turning back
for an instant, he perceived the cabman
sitting upon his box in entire uncon-
sciousness of the fraud that was being
practiced upon him. He was poor
man and doubtless worked hard for all
the money that he received Still, 1t
was reckless to attract his attention
again, especially so after having left
the cab in that strange manner.
There was 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 it. In
stead, to his surprise, he found himself
turned toward the cabman, and imme-
diately he heard his own voice saying:
81 have decided to get out here. How
much do I owe you?"
The cabman named his price, and
Herrick paid him with the s5 bill which
had been the sum of his wealth and the
end Of it, so far as he could see, 50 short
time before. He counted his change
carefully, remembering that he would
probably have to wait until the next
dcy before he could break one Of the
thousands. Enough remained to him
from the bill for supper, a bed and a
breakfast.
When he had found restaurant, he
ordered meal and ate it with relish.
It was enchanted food. 1t was the fare
on AN Atlantic liner, the delicacies CT
European hotels and the fruits Of the
tropics.
He cared little for his bed. 1t would
be no more than place to lie and think
of the future. 1t was many night
since he had really slept Certainly
with so much upon his mind he would
not sleep this night, even if he should
try. So when he had been shown to his
room in hotel he piled his pillows
against the headboard Of the bed and
rec,ined 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 long time he had borne his life
like 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 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 possible. He
must have been watched by the police.
He tottered to the door and gave ut
terance to q 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 strcamed 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 breakfast revived him
still more. He felt the exhilaration of a
busy day upon which he was entering.
He scanned the papers, but so far as he
could see they had no news of the mon.
ey that had been lost. He was not con-
scious of any excitement in searching
for that news. The fear of detection had
quite left him. Of all stolen goods,
money is the hardest to recover.
Presently he found himself riding
down town in an elevated railroad
train. He was going to steamship
office to arrange for his journey, then
to q bankers for travellers s checkbook.
His pockets were bulging with mon
ey, but there was something i'll one OF
them that he couldn t remember to have
put there. He pulled it out and found
it to be the brown paper wrapper that
had contained the money. As he held it
in his hand it was concealed by his
newspaper. No fellow passenger could
see it, and it was doubly fortunate, be-
cause in plain sight upon the paper
were the name and address, Herbert L.
Graham, 40 Wall street"
The train was just stopping at Rector
street. That was the station nearest 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 choose on the
steamer. He continued to think of that
and kindred subjects, yet he turned
north OH Broadway instead of south.
Presently he found himself asking an
elevator boy in big building if he
knew where Mr.. Graham's office was
Mr.. Graham happened to be in his
outer Office when. Herrick entered He
was pouring g story into the ear of an
other gray haired Wall street man, and
Herrick heard a few words Of it-some-
thing about cabs and cash and careless
ness