The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-02-26

n u l1rih lJfJiNs III / III
The trip west was without incident,
played bridge with a furniture deal
er from Grand Rapids. a sales agent
for Pittsburg iron firm and a young
professor from an eastern college. |
won three rubbers out of four, finished
what cigarettes Mcknight had left
me and went to bed about one o'clock.
It was growing cooler and the rain
had ceased. Once, toward morning,
wakened with start, for no apparent
b reason, and sat bolt upright, had
an uneasy feeling that some oneshad
been looking at me, the same sensa-
tion | had experienced earlier in the
evening at the window. But could
feel the bag with the notes, between
me and the window, and with my arm
thrown over it for security, ] lapsed
again into slumber Later, when
tried to piece together the fragments
Of that journey, | remembered that
my coat, which had been folded and
placed beyond my restless tossing,
had been rescued in the morning from
q heterogeneous jumble OF blankets,
evening papers and cravat had been
shaken ont with profanity and donned
with wrath, AT the time, nothing oc-
cured to me but the necessity OF
writing to the Pullman Company and
asking them ii shey ever Travelled in
their own cars even formulated
some of the letter
If they are built to scale, why not
take man Of ordinary stature as
your unit?" wrote mentally. Il can
not fold together like the travelling
cup with which drink your abomina
BILE water
| was more cheerful after had had
a cup of coffee in the Union station
II was too early to attend to business,
and ! lounged in the restaurant ane
hid behind the morning papers. AS 4
had expected, they had got hold OF my
visit and its object. On the first page
was a staring announcement that the
forged papers in the Bronson case
had been brought to Plttsburg. I'm
derneath, telegram from Washing.
ton stated that Lawrence Blakeley of
Blakeley & Mcknight had left for
Pittsburg the night before, and that,
owing to the approaching trial of the
Bronson case and the illness of John
Gilmore, the Pittsburg millionaire,
who was the chief witness for the
1t was supposed that the
visit was intimately concerned with
the trial.
looked around apprehensively.
There were no reporters yet in sight,
and thankful to have escaped notice
paid for my breakfast and left AT
the cabstand | chose the least dilapi-
dated hanson | could find, and giving
the driver the address of the Gilmore
residence, in the East end, got in.
was just in time. AS the cab
turned and rolled off, a slim young
man in straw hat separated himself |
from a little group of men and hur-
ried toward us.
Hey Wait a minute there!" he
called, breaking into a trot.
But the cabby did not hear, or per
haps did not care to- We logged COM
'ortably along, to my relief, leaving
he young man far behind. avoid /
'eporters on principle, having learned
ong ago that | am an easy mark FOR
/ clever interviewer
1t was perhaps nine o'clock when
eft the station. Our way was along
he boulevard which hugged the side
'f one of the city's great hills. Far
below, to the left, lay the railroad
racks and the seventy times seven
coming stacks of the mills. The white
mist of the river, the grays and blacks
If the smoke blended into half-re-
ealing haze, dotted here and there
With fire II was unloyely, tremen-
lous. Whistler might have painted it
With its pathos, its majesty, but he
would have missed what made it in
initely suggestiye-the rattle and