The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1910-01-03

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stand
I'cmmican nodded
Sure thing 10000
Slowly tshiiipnerl refilled his glass
For q moment there was silence. then
Pemmican repeated tantalizingly:
Ten thousand dollars-not cent
iess.''
Chaiioner thought for moment. +
WAS Colonel Hargraves down there
alone?" His voice was thick. hoarse.
Pemmican looked long and quizzical,
IL into Challoner's eyes
He was not" The gambler moved
away.
ChaIioner followed him and said
gruff1y:
Look here. Pemmican, If Hargrayes
comes in rell him to wait for me"
An enigmatical smile played about
the corner Of Pemmican's mouth.
Yes" he said simply. and. nodding.
went his way.
Left alone. Challoner found himself
q prey to all the black fiends OF rage
jealousy and desire for revenge, For
a time everything was blotted out from
his vision except the face OF Lefty
Love md the face of Colonel Har-
graves This small world. he NUT
tered to himself. is much too small
for me and Colonel Hargraves." With
that there doomed up out of the mists
of his mind the brilliantly lighted and
ornate entrance OF certain apartment
house short distance away. and a
few minutes later. obetlient to his sub
conscious will. his feet carried him
down the stairs TO a door evidently
leading to the outside. Challoner was
not the first man OF social prominence
that could directly trace the beginning
| OF his life rs an outcast to passing
| through that door.
Hiram Edgar Love"--so read fad
| ed yellow card on the door panel of
suit 10 in the Drelincourt an apartment
| hotel in section of the city long pop
ular with a class that has been well
termed the fringe of society" The
name was written in ancient india ink
in copperplate perfection by the care,
/
| Hiram Edgar Love had been-Hiram
Edgar Love. who long ago had
been laid 10 rest In a quiet Surrey
churchyard leagues distant. though his
| name still did yeoman service, for il
| spelt responsibility. 1t covered null
| titude of peccadilios His soul went
marching on. for was it not the
shade of Hiram Edgar Love that had
rented the Love suit In the Drelin-
court. his shade that paid the rent
his pipe aud his slippers that lay near
the fireplace for the world to see
Hiram Edgar Love the myth. the con-
| stantly expected but never coming
master of the house?
| Before the entrance OF this suit
Challoner came to halt.
II wonder II she's alone" he unused
ms. with something like the palpitating
Difference of a stranger. he pressed the
button underneath the faded card and
waited to learn his fate at the hands
of the one woman In all the world for
him. Nor was it by any means the
first time that he had asked himself
that question. All the way through
| the streets it had been in his mind ev-
cry moment. and so absorbed was he
with the thought that he failed to see
the familiar nod with which the d.
| minutires god of the Drelincourt lift
acknowledged his advent as he pro-
ceeded to carry upward his human
| freight
Leaving the car at the desired land
Ing. be directed his steps to the ex-
| IRENE end of the corridor
If he's there" he assured himself
| pressing the button. "llI know what
| to do. all right
| If 1t we're not for Hargraves"- He
| broke off abruptly. for the door had
opened with unexpected suddenness.
A trim little maid stood before him.
Your mistress-is she at homer"
Miss Love is not at home. sir"
Challoner was not so sure about that
In trice he was past her, going
| through room after room until he had
covered the entire apartment. and she
| had barely recovered from the shock
that his strange behavior had given
| her when he was back again in the
small. square hall eying her suspi-
| ciously.
Miss Love Is not in. sir" she told
him. inst as If he did not already know
! 1t.
But you know where she weut?r
Indeed. sir. ] do not she replied.
and her eyes We're as steady as the
lips that said. "She should be with her
| father. sir
Challoner ragged inwardly. He thought
he detected 4 CLEAN of mockery in her
eyes. Il want you to tell me where
Lefty Isl be said in a tone that told
plainly that such lies we're not for him.
You might try Atlantic City. SIR
she suggested blandly. Its quite pos
sible that they went there"
AT this Challener looked ugly. and.
Selling her roughly by the arm he led
her to her mistress boudoir. where,
pointing to Il cabinet that stood In a
corner. he exclaimed:
who put him there?"
For answer the girl shrugged her
shoulders. She made 10 attempt to
disengage herself from his grasp