The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-01-20

"Photor."
Yes. He will place you under for
NAL restraint" said the president. An
chester laughed.
why, he's my confidential clerk" he
said. Somebody has been making
game of you"
"Of you, sir, probably" replied the
president. Mr.. Photor is an agent of
the United States, and has been in it's
employ at my direction during every
hour of his service with you"
Anchester's tense arms dropped hard.
He went over to the window. and they
let him stand there a long time. No
body spoke a word until he came slow
ly back.
"And how does my great and good
friend Mr.. Photor propose TO satisfac-
torily account for my absence?" he
asked.
''Mr Photor," replied the president.
has done harder tasks than that in
your service. Mr.. Anchester; ! believe
he will be able to make equal use of
himself in miner
Anchester bowed profoundly. 1t was
his sign of surrender.
We'll. finish it up" he said In two
minutes the commercial Goliath had
become a worn. wavering, beaten old
man, borne down with the weight Of
in his impetuous race to keep ahead.
Photor pitied him a little. The presi-
dent rang in an officer of the navy.
This is your prisoner. Captain Max
i'm he said. You will give him a
cabin on the Mariposa, as the admiral
has already directed. and Will keep him
on board throughout the progress of
the hostilities about to commence.
Every freedom and comfort the vessel
off -, l., L.
Sponsible for his keeping and charge
you that this is by all means the most
important commission of the war Mr..
Anchester, I'm sorry. Mr.. PhOtor will
attend to your board of directors and
viii relieve the anxiety of your friends
You said you could fight. Perhaps Cap
tain Maxim will give you a chance.
His battleshiD goes to sea with the
fleet tonight
Anchester bowed again. THE Mari
posa is a comfortable ship" he said.
in low-voiced sarcasm consistent with
humility. Il built her two years ago
I'm the Consolidated yards Before ]
board her, Mr.. President, will ask YOU
TO let me wire a single message to my
family"
Write your message at my desk Mr..
Anchester." said the president, land I
suggest that you be brief
v, a DIX
telegraph blank, which he slid into a
White House envelope. He got up and
brought the message to the president
smiling frankly
IF you please" he said. in that low
and gentle voice, al would like to have
it telegraphed forthwith It is to my
daughter-as you see.'
The president looked at the envelope.
Il see-to your daughter-to Miss An
chester. in New York The president
handed it to Photor.
You may send it., he said.
But Photor was not so chivalrous.
Without a word or look for any one.
he tore the envelope open and read
aloud;
Mary. tell William to send my mail
to No. 10, regardless of danger or ex-
pense. FATHER"
Photor looked up susplciously. The
president was visibly embarrassed.
Maxim amused. Anehester's face be-
trayed neither insolence nor interest
Exactly So he remarked to the
president. Mr.. Photor seems to be
familiar with my handwriting"
IT did not intend this discourtesy,'
said the president. "Mr. Photor has
He is perfectly excusable," inter-
rupted Anchester. But have a butler
named William and as there is TO be
war. I want my private mail TO be
sent to a place of safety during my re-
treat. No. 19 is the number OF a
house"
Very good, SIR replied the presi-
dent. THE message shall be tele-
graphed to your daughter at once"
Then he held up a commanding hand
before the eager face of Photor, whose
lips were signaling: cipher! I've seen
that smile before,''
Never mind if it is replied the
president aloud. II would rather lose q
battleship than be a cad, sir
L So Photor, beaten, but unconvinced,
rang for the messenger.
Good morning, gentlemen said the
president Maxim. do not let them
hull you"
But Photor returned. when the others
had gone away with two lusty sailor