The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-07-21

ward, and for long time stared straight into
the eyes in the mirror, if seeking through it's
reflected depths to probe his age.
The face in the mirror had become set, deter
mined and quiet, save for the eyes which took
look of fierce, burning purpose. Moore's hands
came up above his head with clenched fists, in
sudden gesture of resolution.
"Ill do it, he said "In take the chance, be-
cause I've come to the conclusion that not in
sane-but rather, the one sane man among all my
cOuntrymen today
HE hurried back to his desk, and with his own
hands penned message after message, referring
now and then to a carefully annotated address
book. He directed and sealed the envelopes as
if they of too confidential nature to be in
any way entrusted to the offices of his secretary.
Then, this work concluded, he reached to tele-
phone on his desk, and called the "Malland
House." He received quick response.
Hello he said, "the Walland House? l saw
by the papers as late November that Judge
Reilly-yes, John Reilly, former politician of this
city-had taken apartments with you permanent
ly. Can you tell me where he may be found?...
All, just moment, please He picked up pen
Gil, opened the address book and, as the voice
came the telephone, wrote:
Care of Capt Richard Barnes, III ] Street.
Washington, D. C." Thank YOU" he said then
and hung up the receiver. He smiled family as
he turned away from his desk
Reilly, he said to himself softly, as he retired
"John Reilly, above all others, is the man."
The order to his secretary to confirm the Judges
residence by long distance telephone the send
ing of the message calling the exboss to New
York, and his arrival the following evening
were in sequence The judge was ushered ill., hat
in hand. All traces of excitement had vanished
from the philosophers face he received the
guest he had so unceremoniously summoned. The
two men studied each other curiously for mo-
ment before either spoke
''Well,' Reilly said at last I'm like the Teller
in that old time meodrama who used to come in
and say: You sent for and l have GOMEZ"
Yes, John Reilly and the time has come" the
recluse declared crisply. "You once swore voun-
do anything l asked. Was that transient burst
OF gratitude evoked by the fact that alone stood
between you and Incarceration, that held off the
pack When 1t would have torn the flesh from your
body and thrown your 1utterng heart on the
pavements which you had owned or was it be-
cause Tiger Reilly, the man in flight, was in that
Kind OF desperate earnest which leaves behind
resolution unchanging so long as he lives?"
Reilly brought his fist down, and leaned for
ward:
"Was in earnest? Mr.. Moore. YOU saved me
from the bars. You had known me when was
boy You were the only who put money
in my hands, after I'd been fool and spent all
I'd gained by methods you called crooked in help.
ing other poor devils out. You said that was the
only reason you came to my rescue You patted
me on the back, and said: Brace up, John Reilly.
GO to the place to which l sending you with
letters OF introduction and make money honestly.
Ihen, When you return, you will, with money
Whlch you VIII make, ask nothing but this: that
you pay back dollar for dollar the losses you have
caused when. for political purposes only, you
wrecked the Fourteenth Street Savings bank"
n HE judge thrust hand into his pocket. anu
pulled out big bundle of letters and papers,
from around which ne jerked rubber band.
"There!' he said, sapping them down on the
desk beside the recuse, who had been que5.y
watching him. "1n that bundle acknowledges
ments showing that I've made good" He leaned
back for moment in silence with look of jub-
llation on his grim face. 1--WE paid you back all
you would let me-" he went on paid you until
you insisted that you and We're square; but We're
thing couldn't pay if l gave my life and died out
here in the streets like dog would be the hand.
pat on the back and the words, Brace up John
Reilly!' So, I'm here to pay as nearly as can
I'm yours for anything you want and'-his hard
knuckles battered on the edge of the desk which
the philosopher sat-"and l don't give a damn
what you ask to do--Ill do it,"
The elder man swung around until his hand
rested on the pieces of the chess board