The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-09-06
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BY HORACE HAZELTINE
corvnoar. 1919 ny THE PEARSON rusIlsn~o co.

corvRIonT. 1919, ny THE PEARSON PUBLISHING CO.
tcenfiss1d from ysst<,day)
Briscoe, his manager, who came sec
ond, suggested little luncheon party
and an announcement In the afternoon
papers that Stanton would appear
again, as usual, in his wonderful i'm
personation of HerricE at the evening
performance. But to both of these
proposals Stanton dissentad.
mo, no, Jim," he said, with shake
Of his head, II can't do 1t. really
can't. Not to-day; not tonight. Make
1t Monday. I'm going out Of town for
q few days"
A crowd on the sidewalk cheered
him as he drove away in taxicab
with Kent Hollis beside him and old
Joe Parrish crouched In front Of them.
His talk all the way to the Grand Cen
trail Station was Of his mother. to
whom he was hurrying, and how from
the time of his earliest understanding
she had dinned into his consciousness
the wisdom and beneficence Of Provi-
dence
Il never have been much of be-
lever" he said gravely. but in the
last week, shut up In that little cell
in the Tombs, I've been thinking
good deal about it, and 1t seems to me
that, after all, my mother was right,
and that for the believers in Provi-
dence all things work together for
good, while for the unbelievers, Provi-
dence provides rarer justice thap we
poor humans who make the laws have
any comprehension Of
Now that Hollis was once more in
his own rooms, driven there for an
hours rest and quiet by the reaction
which had ensued on his week of toll
and anxiety, all that Stanton had said
came back to him. He recalled espe-
cially his attitude of hopeless depres-
sion and the perfunctory character Of
his expressed gratitude. His apprecia-
ton, it seemed to the young lawyer,
had been almost wholly vicarious. He
was grateful, not for his own sake,
but for his mothers 1t was for her
peace and for his purgatory that God
had made Hollis the instrument In the
workine, ont of a poiracla
For 1t was miracle Kent Hollis
realized it now-saw clearly over what
a narrow ledge of precipice, thrown
out for the purpose, he had carried
Stanton to safety. He crossed the room
he called his study and unlocking a
desk took from pigeonhole a note
written on Lambs Club paper, and
read 1t with grave eyes; only to thrust
1t, hurriedly, the next minute, into his
pocket, when knock sounded on his
door.
ITS only me, SIR" said old Joe Far
IRISH, popping quietly in. II hope you'll
forgive me for disturbing you, but /
met Miss Wynne and she asked me
particularly to deliver this to you,
with my own hand" And he pro-
duced square envelope.
Hollis took it without word, and
tearing 1t open drew out the enclosure
and ran over the written lines.
Joe" he said, when he had finished,
I'm going to let you see this. And
I'm going to let you see another note
| have here, too. And you're the only
man in the world would let see
either. When you have read them,
we'll burn them together"
The old man carried the two bits of
writing over to the window where the
light was better. When, little nerv-
ously. he had adjusted his glasses, he
spread out the note he had brought to
Hollis. What he read was this:
Dear Mr.. Hollis: am SO glad,
SO very glad, for Warren and for
you. You understand, of course,
that my lips are sealed forever;
but 4CaSnt mistaken. | was sure
that night, as l told you, that 1t
wasn't Warren; but l wasn't sure
who it was. Now l know that 1t
was you. In our little interview
the other day, you revealed your
self
Do you think Warren will come
back? | hope SO. shall be SO
nice to him. II l can only make
him forget.
Yours sincerely,
BERYL WYNNE
The other, on Lambs Club paper,
and bearing date of the day preceding
the crime, was trifle longer.
Dear Kent: You can go on in
my place as Herrick tomorrow
night. OF course haven't men
tionea the plan to a soul excapt