Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-10-21
By Louis Tracy,
Author Of "Winds Of the Morning." The Phi
Light" Etc.

Possessor of incolculable wealth,
this story by Louis Tracy meas
nres up fully to the standard of
this rorldncer's other popular
tales. In the unfolding of the
story he Depicts not merely the
change in the hero'S material
circumstances, but the Interesting
Development of his character.
The stirring adventures in which
Philip Anson became embroiJed
by reason of his suddenly &C
quired riches, literally sent to
him from heaven, his loyalty to
the girl friend of his childhood
and his manly efforts to win her
love, are among the many eIe-
nlents of a plot which is de-
yeloped with Mr.. Tracy's we'll
known skill.
mr.. 1saacstein is right" interposed
Philip. mo one else owns diamonds
like mine. No one else can obtain
them. I have robbed no man. Give
me my diamonds and let me co."
= The Inspector laughed oficially. He
g6zed intently at Philip and then
sought illumination from Isaacstein's
perturbed countenance, but Isaacstein
was modify examining the contents of
the paper and turning over both the
stones and the scraps of iron with an
air Of profound mystifcation. s1
;;sass:I'll tell you what said the In
gI9Gtor Jubilantly after q Slight pause.
ave VIII charge him with being In IN
lawful possession of certain diamonds,
supposed to have been stolen. He has
given me a false name and silly adj
dress. Park lane, the young imp said
he lived In" -ass-s--s-e.4,y, :
"a man In your position ought to be
more accurate" interposed Philip. II
did not say lived in Park lane. told
you I intended to buy a house there"
Seldom indeed were the minor deities
Of the police station bearded in this
fashion, and by callow youth, but the
inspector was making the copperplate
hair strokes which had gained him pro-
motion, and his brain had gone back to
fits normal dullness.
At will just see If we cannot bring
him before a magistrate at once" he
said, addressing Mr.. Isaacstein. "Can
you make 1t convenient to attend the
court within an hour, sir? Then we
will get weeks remand, and we will
soon find OUT
"a weeks remandr' Philip became
white again, and those large eyes of
his began to burn. "What have
DONE
''Silence! Search him carefully and
take him to the cells
The boy turned despairingly to Isaac
stein.
"Mr. Isaacstein," he said, with a pitt
full break in his voice, why do you let
them do this thing? You are rich
man and well known. Tell them they
are wrong"
But Isaacstein was wabbling now in
a renewed state of excitement.
"what can / do, boy?' he vociferat-
ed, almost Historically. You must
say where you got these stones, and
then perhaps you can clear up every
thing"
Philips lips met in thin seam.
'I will never tell you" he answered.
And not another word would he utter.
They searched him and found moth
ing in his pockets save key, a broken
knife, some bits of string neatly coil
ed and a couple of buttons. He spent
the next hour miserably in a white
washed cell. He refused some coffee
and bread brought to him at IL O'clock,
and this was the only sentient break in
a wild tumble of conflicting thoughts.
The idea came to him that he must be
dreaming-that soon he would awaken
amid the familiar surroundings of
Johnson's News. To convince himself
that this was not 80, he reviewed the
history Of the preceding twenty-four
hours. At that time yesterday he was
going to Fleet street with a capital Of
ninepence to buy Quire OF newspa-
pers. He remembered where he had
sold each Of the five copies. where he
bought a penny bun and how he came
% lose his stock and get cuffed into
the bargain for rescuing girl from an
Overturning carriage
Then his mind reverted to his fixed
resolve to hang himself and his stolid
preparations for the last act in his
young llfe's tragedy. Was that where
the dream started or was the whole
thing definite reality, needing only a
stout heart and unfaltering purpose to
carry him through triumphantly? Yes.
That was 1t. BE strong and brave and
all will be well with you" Surely his
mother had looked beyond the grave
when she uttered her parting words.
Perhaps if he lay down and closed his
eyes he would see her. He always hop
ed to see her in his dreams, but neyev
was the vision vouchsafed to hiD
Poor lad, he did not understand that
his sleep was the sound sleep of health
and innocence when dreams If they
come at all are but groteSque diStOr-