The Morning examiner. [volume] (Ogden, Utah) 1904-1910, 1910-01-23

almost entirely for its trade But occasionally be-
,atcd gentleman on his uncertain way homeward. will
all at Mahoney's- In fact, for three four weeks
past it had been observed that scholarly looking
young man Of exceptional height and great frame had
been in the habit OF dropping in almost every evening
about midnight He always carried a pile OF books
and newspapers under arm, always dressed IN
black and wore gray slouched hat over his large
Hooths shavcn face. and rather long hair.
AT hrs he had seemed incongruous figure. in
us out-of place surroundings but he had made
himself at home with the usual habtues of the place
pleasantly chatting with them particularly political
ubects and standing his round with the rest OF them
The called him Professor" and he vaguely
supposed to be scholar OF some sort From the
hrst, however, he had got with OShcay.
though. curiousy, he always seemed to take particu
lar interest in meeting him OShcay seems TO have
been surly individual Of mean and brutal type,
known among his fellows at bully and
sneak. The stranger seemed to delight in drawing
out his amiable qualities and several times it had
seemed that fight imminent but the stranger
big, and O'Sheay too much OF coward On
uch occasions O'Sheay had been heard TO say that
would get even" but the Professor had only smiled
very peculiar unpleasant smile
When O'Sheay had dropped into Mahoneys on
,he night of September IL. the Professor was there
towering above little circle of men at the bar He
conductor ungracously did Indeed OShcay seemed
10 be than usually out OF humor this evening
and presently high words sprang up between him and
The Professor.
White and calm. and saying. "OSheay. your time is
ap-in the he name s Of the American PcOPe dealt him
4 powerful bloW on the rlSnt temple " Sheay tel 10
he floor. his skull shattered
Before the the cafe had time to recover
themselves. the Professor had dashed out Of the
door and nI escape dIeans H9%eve5 S as he d!'aP
piece of paper huttered to the floor as he disaP-
GeaFfd PEI The &c ba!tende5 picked it up 1t bore only
T. BENJAMIN Goodrich the leading spirit Of we'll
theatrical syndicate sitting at his desk IN
the Renaissance Theatre one OF several New York
theatres. under his mansgement-about Io4s last
evening. when his confidential Office boy brought in
a card Mr. Goodrich turned his head slightly. looked
coldy at the card and said Send him in" Pres
emily the door opened. and there entered dstn-
guished looking young man. tall and soldicry in ap,
pearance. with touch of gray at the temples. and
of Bengal tiger or Highland Scot He stood a
moment two after he had entered. awaiting some
recognition of his presence.
Mr. Goodrich, except that he went with his writ
ing. made sign Of life than If he were 4
Central Park crocodile He heavy, apoplectic
man. and as he wrote there were two especially con.
spicuouS things about him, enormous cigar and
enormous diamond
His apparently discourteous that
he assumed-one would like to believe that 1t was not
natural to him (aftcr the occurrences of last even
inR)-when he engaging ladies for his companies
With many of them 1t was said to have wonderful
success. However Mr. Goodrch's visitor this
ing did not to appreciate It, He was evidently
chafed. but he only showed his mpauence by clear
ing his throat and moving his feet
"Sit down., said Mr. Goodrich. after a moment
His visitor sat down. with a sort of exhilarated
preston; though he rather glad after all.
OF his reception; as though, IN ac he had been gwen
tonic
Presently Mr Goodrich, still writing and without
looking up said: what is your business"
ut wait till you stop writing was the an
swer And presently his visitor added; You have
few more words to write"
"What do you mean7" asked Mr.. Goodrich. look
Ing up stealthily
Never mind, go with your writing
Mr. Goodrich wrote line two more, folded
letter and addressed envelope
Then he turned to his visitor. with cold eyeA
"WcllT
"FIave you finished your wrng7'
Eyes" .JH
"You are mistaken"
"Why7"
"You have still to sign this paper" said the visitor
"and there many which will be set forth
later why you should sign it-but this is the
at present"
And Mr. Goodrich found a revolver almost a,
big his cigar at his brow
"Sign this paper"
With the business instinct that had become second
nature with him. Mr.. Goodrich said. Let me read
It first"
"Of course
And Mr.. Goodrich read: Fl die for the good Of
the American People"