Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1906-01-10

That settled it, If they had been va
cant only two days, l had no further
interest in them, and with some excuse
| made my way out, glad to escape
from that fetid atmosphere of garlic
and onions. SO went 'from house to
house, stumbling over dirty children,
climbing grimy stairs, catching glimpses
of crowded sweatshops, peering into
all sorts Of holes called rooms by cour-
tesy, inhaling q hundred stenches in as
many minutes, gaining an insight that
sickened me into the squalid life of the
quarter. Sometimes | began to hope
that at last l was on the right track,
but further inquiry would prove my
mistake. So the morning passed, and
the afternoon. l had covered two
blocks to no purpose, and 1 turned
eastward to Broadway and took car
downtown to the office. My assistants
had reported again-they had met with
no better success than l. Mr.. Graham
noticed my detected appearance and
spoke word of comfort.
II think you're on the right track,
Lester" he said. But you can't hope
to do much by yourself-it's too big a
Job. Wouldn't it be better to employ
half dozen private detectives and put
them under your supervision7 You
could save yourself this nerve trying
work and at the same time get over the
ground much more rapidly. Besides,
experienced men may be able to sug-l
gest something that you've overlooked" ~
I had thought Of that had won
dered if were making the best pos
sible use of my opportunities and the
suggestion tempted me. But some
thing rose within me-pride, ambition,
stubbornness, what you willard
shook my head, determined to hang on.
Besides, 1 had still before me that bat.
tie Of wits with Martigny, and was
resolved to make the most Of 1t.
"Let me Leep on by myself day or
two longer, SIR said. Il believe I'll
succeed yet. If l don't there will still
be time to call in outside help. fancy
I've made beginning, and want to
see what comes of it."
He shook me kindly by the hand.
81 like your grit he said APPROX
ingly, land I've every confidence in
you. 1t wasn't lack Of confidence that
prompted the suggestion Only don't
overdo the thing and break down as
Royce has. He's better, by the way,
but the doctor says that he must take
long vacation-a thorough rest"
"l'm glad he's better. I'll be care
full assented, and left the office.
While l waited for q car bought
a copy of the last edition Of my paper,
from force Of habit more than any
thing, then, settling myself in seat
still from force Of habit turned to
the financial column and looked it over.
There was nothing Of special interest
there and turned back to the general
news, glancing carelessly from item
to item. Suddenly one caught my eye
which brought me up with a shock.
The item read:
Shortly after 10 o'clock this morning a
man ran up the steps Of the Cortlandt
street station of the Sixth avenue ele-
waited In the effort to catch an uptown
train Just pulling out and dropped over on
the platform with heart disease. An am
bulance was called from the Hudson
Street hospital and the man taken there.
At noon 1t was said he would recover.
He was still too weak to talk. but among
other things a card of the Cafe Jourdain.
81 West Houston street, was found in his
pocketbook An inquiry there developed
the fact that his name Is Pierre Bethune.
that he e reo3ntly from France and has
no relattses'in tina teuntry.