The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-06-22
stopped tho gap with a great moib-

stopped the gap with q great morb-
gage. He started out now to arrange
for another.
I'VE could not take your loan. " said
the President OF the Builders Bank.
" but We have known Of conditions
with you, and / may say without re-
serve we had expected an application.
We cannot take your loan, but am
authorized by one Of our directors to
make you an offer for your newspaper
property"
Dunne's face turned white and then
red.
Think they've got me beat. don't
they?" he flashed. Well, I'm not.
Tho Morning Sentinel is not for sale"
He turned upon his heel and
walked out. His hands were clenched
He passed people in the street without
knowing them. He gathered his de-
partment chiefs around him and
planned campaign that involved an
expenditure of one hundred thousand
dollars moro in the next three months
than the income of the paper would
be, Judging by tho past That was his
defiance to fate.
Tho department chiefs opened their
eyes. The old mans got his nerve
with him, murmured one to another.
Boldly Dunno outlined his scheme.
Go to 1t now" he said, and left
the ONCE.
On the street copy Of the FIRST edi-
ton OF an afternoon paper was placed
In his hand. Grand Jury Fails to
Indict Tank" said the black head
line. Dunno ground the paper In his
hands and cast it into the gutter.
Once more the willy boss had lodged
| the moose. 1t was Dunne's last play,
The Grand Jury reflected the public
apathy. They had gone SO far as to
refuse to 9ndict upon evidence that
Dunno knew was sufficient to get a
verdict from trial jury
| With his hand on the wheel OF his
| powerful motor he spun In and out
and around on the river road for an
hour till his brain was cool and his
heart was steadier. He stopped by the
turn OF the road, where the point Of
rocks ran up. that point of rocks upon
which year before, he had stood with
Miss Moore, and told her Of the COM
pletion Of his plans for the overthrow
OF Boss Tank, and the conviction Of
the wealthy bribe-givers. He lived It
4 over, the whole scene. He remem-
bered what she said. how she looked
and all, even to the little fainting
spell. He remembered how the next
day, after the public indignation meet
Ing at which Tank spoke and almost
turned the crowd his way. he pressed
his suit. and how she seemed half
yielding, but put him OF.
Well, he was thinking the graft
VHrr (~vn ryYl--
the docket could only drag them.
selves YEARLY through few more law
and motion days, some Of them tried
resultlessly, some OF them postponed
indefinitely. all to be finally dismissed
and forgotten.
Yes, the prosecution was at an end.
ticular hope. II she said yes, all the
rest was as nothing. II she said no
we'll, II she said no, 1t might bet
ter come now, when he had become
Injured to disappointment This was
the time for such word.
So he looked at the point OF rocks,
and at his watch. 1t would take a
twenty-minute spin to reach the home
OF Miss Kathryn Moore, and IL she
were in, he could be back here with
in the hour, and there upon that spot
with the glory OF the sunset hour
upon the earth he would hear his
fate, would know whether darkness
would settle on his soul, with the
going away of the orb OF day, or
whether ten million myriads OF stars
would be twinkling round him In the
new glory that had come to him with
the soft hand and the warm heart OF
truthful woman. whom from the bot
tom Of his soul he loved
AS he threw In the clutch and pre-
pared to turn back, a warning honh
sounded behind him and in an IN
slant the huge red car of Boss Tank
sped by him going like the wind. Sc
fast that Dunno could not make out
who was in the car. He only saw tina,
there were two people. One of these
was the Boss. heavy, solid, taciturn
with a stub of cigar in his great round
face, which seemed to have settled into
his shoulders az he gripped the wheel
The other person was woman
Dunno was surprised at this. Never
had he seen Tank with a woman
Never could he remember having
heard his name in connection with {
woman, except once, away back In tn,
days when Dunno was cub reporter
something about tragedy in the earl,
life of Tank. that had to do with ,
woman, but that was all.
But now here was Tank on the da,
OF his final and complete escape from
the tolls Of the prosecution. motoring
on the river road with lady. A
) they sped down the road in front O
him, Dunno. far from being a spy o
an eavesdropper, and yet, somehow
ory,, %0 Ill =, ~
perience Of the past year. found him
self driving down the road benin,
Tank. instead of turning back as h
had intended. Speeding up his owl
engine, he was soon coasting alon
, just behind. Above the back of tn
tonneau appeared the huge light derb
hat Of the boss, and a gracefully rak
ish feminine hat, veil-bound an
nlumed with sinvIo faotbar