Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-07-23
T@4sNarrow
Ledge
BY HORACE HAZELTINE.
Copyright, 1910, by the Pearson Pub
fishing Co.

mo, no, Jim, he SAID, WIN snoAs
of his head, II can't do It. l really
can't. Not to-day; not tonight. Make
it Monday. I'm going out of town Tor
a 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 Gen.
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.
81 never have been much Of a be-
lever" he said gravely, but in the
last week, shut up in that little cell
in the combs. I've been thinking
good deal about it, and it 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, Provl-
dence provides a rarer justice than we
poor humans who make the laws nave
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. 1t seemed to the young lawyer,
had been almost wholly vicarious. lie
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
working out of a miracle.
For IL was a 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 a pigeonhole a note
written on Lambs Club paper, and
read it with grave eyes; only to thrust
it. hurriedly, the next minute, into his
pocket, when a 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 l
met Miss Wynne and she asked me
particularly to deliver this to you,
with my own hand" And he pro-
duced a square envelope.
Hollis took it without a word, and
tearing il 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 merry
ously, he had adjusted his glasses. he
spread out the note he had brought to
Hollis. What he read was this:
Dear Mr.. Hollis: I am so glad.
so rery glad, for Warren and for
YOU. You understand, OF course,
that my lips are sealed forever;
but I traSnt mistaken. | was sure
that night. as I told you, that II
wasn't Warren; but | wasn't sure
who 1t was Now | know that II
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. If | 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. y
Dear Kent: You can go on in
my place as Herrick tomorrow
night. OF course / haven't men,
tione1 the plan to a soul except
| Joe, and I've bound him to secrecy.
/ haven't the slightest doubt that
you will cover yourself with glory,
because | know how clever you are.
You've demonstrated that often
enough In amateur efforts. But l
shall win my wager just the same.
You can't escape being recognized
as a stranger to the role, by the
| other members of the company, no