The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-06-23

him that the hat, and especially the
feather, and the way it was mounted
was like one that Kathryn Moore
often appeared in. He noticed II
without thinking what it might mean
1t merely reminded him that he had
been thinking OF her.
And then, suddenly, like the firing
OF powder train, there flashed up
in his mind all that long list OF
strange and inexplicable actions of
Miss Moore, when the name Of Tank
and the subject of the graft prosecu-
ton was mentioned. He understood
at last. He must have been blind be-
fore. And oh, the bitter bitterness of
establishment! She loved Tank.
She had half loved Dunno and halted
between the two of them. Some way
she had met the coarse man! Some
how she had been attracted, perhaps
by the magnetic animalism of the
creature, and all these months she
must have been seeing him secretly!
The blood Of the reformer boiled in
his veins. He felt as If he must ex-
plode. And all the while he had not
seen the face OF the woman driving
with Tank. He did not. Of surety,
know who she was.
But he soon would know. He threw
on the top speed and went by them
by them and did not dare to look.
He was by them and far ahead and
they slowed up to avoid his dust. He
sped down the road for mile, then
swiftly turned and drove slowly, dog
gedly back, his eyes upon the woman
in the car with Tank and his face
turning neither to the right nor to
the left.
They met and passed. 1nvolun-
tarily, he dropped his face upon the
steering wheel. For a moment he
was minded to turn the machine into
the river and go to the bottom with
it.
1t was she. He saw her plainly.
And she recognized him-recognized
him, while guilty pallor stole across
her face.
But that was all. Presently the
little dizziness which Dunno felt
passed away and he opened the throt-
tie wide
Late in the night dust-begrimed,
travel-stained figure, unrecognizably
wild in appearance, garaged the Dunno
car. and walking stif1y in the deep
est shadows, entered by means of a
pass key into the bachelor apartments
of the newspaper proprietor and one
time reformer
one-time reformer, Was 1t only to-
day that for Dunno the campaign had
ended? 1t seemed to him a lifetime
ago. that he had cared about that. He
was tired. utterly tired. He was for
getful, utterly forgetful. He could
not remember who he was, nor why
he was tired, nor what the leaden
ache in his breast was about. He
flung himself as he was, upon the
white counterpart. With an lmpa-
tient push of his shoe upon the foot
of the bed, he lifted himself into a
position of comfort amid the pillows,
and sank to dreamless slumber.
When he awakened, sore and stiff,
his eyes heavy with sleep and travel
dust, the sunlight of MONDAY was
pouring into the apartment He
arose upon an elbow and stared at.
himself. and at the room. Like
sharp pain. recollections stabbed his
mind with the thoughts Of yesterday.
lie gritted his teeth and closed his
eyes in the silent anguish of tortur-
ing memory Then. with superhuman
resolution, he forced himself to rise
and sit upon the edge of his bed.
An hour later, paler a shade, and
with sunken spots under his eyes.
Richard Dunno sat in his office In the
Sentinel Building.
Before him as the one great thing,
the big task of his life, all, In fact.
that remained to him. was this work,
his old first, fond, all-reciprocating
love, journalism.
And his first duty at the moment
was to extend his credit so that one
thousand, and perhaps, two
thousand dollars might be
available in the next sixty or one
hundred days. While he was ponder
ing this. a messenger appeared with
note. 1t was from the President OF
the Builders Bank.
have persuaded our loan COM
mittee to consider the application you
have made" 1t said. please meet
the committee here at two O'Clock
with your proposition as to securities"
Here was hope-and diversion of
mind. 1t wanted ten minutes to the
appointed hour. Dunno was able al
most to forget his wound for the few
moments In which he strobe down the
block, across the street and waited in
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