Arizona republican., 1904-11-06

 tiny of Democracy."
 .I'u interview Foss," said he to Iveagh, the London correspondent of his paper. Everybody in America knows his name. And what hen say along those lines will make a lot of talk over there just now"
 "But'-Iveagh was an Englishman, unused to and abhorrent of American ways-"you can't do it, MT. Dayton. Lord Frampton, with emphasis on the title. lis a very old man&almost 90 lives as quietly as possible; sees no one. He wouldn't think of interview ing. Hes very old fashioned, dislike even our newspapers. And he's been a sort of reeluse all his life"
 No harm in trying" said Dayton. I'll just drop him a line
 In the mail two mornings later came the answer. Dayton opened it in the presence of Iveagh. It was a printed slip which read:
 Lord Frampton appreciates your courtesy. He regrets that age and the state of his health make it impossible for him personally to thank you"
 'I thought so," said Iveagh, not con cealing his delight at Dayton's discom- future. "He-sends- that to everybody ] " ho tries to intrude upon him" ! Dayton mechanically turned the printed slip over Whats this2" he said. There was writing in a feeble, cramped hand:
 My dear sir-I am lunching at the Athenaeum club the day after tCmor- row CThursday) and shall be pleased | to see you there afterward-at 8.
 FRAMPTON.
 Dayton thrust the note into his pock- I-4 1s,- e -Ts 'I may cable what he says-if it's worth while. It might make a good feature for them on Sunday" And he went away.
 Iveagh looked after him, dazed. "Yet there are some people who say there s no such thing as luck, he grUmbled. Who'd have thought old Frampton had gone stark mad?"
 At the Carleton Dayton found Q tele- gram:
 Shall be at Cartridges tomorrow. Be sure tQ come at 3, precisely.
 ELSIE GRANT.
 Whatever shall l do?' he said after he had reread the telegram and Lord Frampton's note. to make sure. Both for Thursday. Both at the same hour l can't put either of them off. What shall I do with Foss?"
 No, FOss could not be put off lie must be seen at the time he had ap- pointed or the great Sunday feature would be lost 'I must send some one ? ill my place. But who? It must be Q newspaper man, a man with the news
 paper instinct and training; il mus 1 be man of the best possible address and up in philosophy and sociology 5 and Foss. Where can I get him?" 1. It seemed absurd to think on such z } problem. Yet after nearly an hour ? Dayton jumped up and said. Why, O ] cOurse-just the man-better than e could possibly do it myself" and began 2 fumbling in a compartment of tn Q trunk that was full of letters. paper r and cards. He soon found what he wa e searching fora card bearing the dd t dress of Henry Carpenter. A common friend in New York had given it to him % saying. Look Carpenter up, and, i e you can, put something in his way. d hear he's badly off"
 k As Dayton said to himself Henr - Carpenter was probably the best b equipped man in the world for an in n terview with Foss\ for an America = newspaper. He was a Yale man wit n a Ph.D., from GOttingen, and a write - on economic subjects who had wo n some fame. But philosophy is nc
 pIOAldDASS anu carpenter made ms llN g ing as newspaper reporter He ha e been one of the cleverest in the profes - sion, then had married, had taken { - drink, had gone to the bottom q The address on the card was in tn - far end of Pimlico. Dayton set od 1t calling at the Victoria. There wer O several New York newspaper men i Is the lounge. He asked them if they ha e seen Carpenter. Just left him. sai ID one. He was bound for the Criterion .e Dayton drove to the Criterion and bt .e gan a search of the crowded rooms II
 soon saw Carpenter wandering abol 70 the bar, noting each face as if he wei .e looking for an acquaintance. H ss clothes, his very expression, proclaim y ed poverty And failure, and Dayto le knowing his habits, was particular l. impressed by the weakness of his chi ), But in spite of the air of hard luck