The Washington herald., 1909-05-23

which case I'll gladly pay all your ex-
Uenses."
II was signed by his father. What
next? Even his father had gone back
on him, believing him fool The
man across the table was reaching
him n scrap of paper numbered two,
which he opened and read:
Your dady viii clip your wings by
wire before the day ls over, bar you
out, and will probably be sorer than
a canned dog until you are ready to
convince him that you are innocent
The Judge got up from his seat,
yawned as III he were not much inter
ested i'm the woes OF his protege, re-
lighted the half-smoked cigar which he
had carefully deposited on the ash
try before starting TO dine, and
showed signs of departure.
"Well," he said, "Pm goin' to bed
now. l have TO have lots OF rest after
comm off a sea voyage"
He took a turn up and down the
room, and came back TO where Dick
was still leaning despondently on his
elbow as IL crushed by world of un-
merited woe. He looked down at the
young man kindly for moment, and
then spoke gently,
Don't you worry about the papers.
your father or the girl he said. I'm
tellin' you, it's all gon' TO come out
right in the end. Just now our game
is TO lay low and think. When It
comes time to do somethin', Wen be
the busiest little workers that ever
happened. and Wen win--sure! -un-
less old Tiger Riley's forgotten all It
cost him years 20 learn Good night"
He was gone before Dick realized
II, and lying on the table before him
was another, larger slip OF paper,
carefully folded over and inscribed,
Number Three. Not TO be opened
until something else happens, or ten
o'clock"
TN spite OF his distress, the officer
looked at his watch. II lacked but
fifteen minutes OF the designated time.
Outside on the asphalt the rumble of
carriages had lulled In that recess
time between the close of the days
traffic and the hour OF fash and brill
liancy when the theaters belch their
chattering patrons out upon the pave
ments He rang for waiter TO clear
the table, and when the latter soft
footed and swift, had disappeared.
stood before his window, looking out
on the street below, wondering II any
of those he say down there were as
miserable as he. And he speculated
IufIneT on WuelncI vi lOI hb hoN
been a fool to take the advice OF an
ex.boss who was "only takin' a hand
| for the fun of it," The fun of IL? 1t
might be funny TO outsiders, but for
him, the victim, IL loomed dreadfully
like a tragedy.
He looked at his watch again, and
/ then at the paper in HIS hand. He
/ was about TO read It's contents when
another messenger appeared, was tip
| ped and dismissed, And this time,
| with curious quickcning throb OF the
heart, he read che signature, BILLY.
'If you love me tell me the truth.
Did you give that interview? ! can
not and will not believe 1t unless you
say So Wire reply washington"
So even she, his boyhood's play
mate youths sweetheart, and mans
betrothed, was beginning TO doubt;
All the injustice OF IL all! He shook
his hands above his head distractedly
each holding a crumpled paper; and
then, reverting TO the predictions OF
Tiger Riley, he slowly lowered them,
and opened the folded slip
Your girl will doubt you and ask
for denial by wire" It read "and you
will send the following message, un'
less &c requires changes, which same
| don't bet It will.
Certainly did not grant interview
But | shall make no public denial, as
I propose to stand on honor until
can prove my assertion. Until then
keen faith and silence"