Arizona republican., 1911-03-19
THE BEAT OF THE YEAR
By Robert Livingston Bssehsr.
(Cepyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing CsJ (Continued From Yesterday.)

Sdl UT GTSeHlHS, lnlnA you Sdiu. Now, if we had a picture of the girl the story'd be about perfect. guess we could get out cut in time"
 Bruce put his hand in his inside coat pocket and then held out a photograph.
 Here it is, sir" he said.
 A pitiful cry burst from the man in the chair
 Don't" he cried. Don't use it. Don't put her picture in. It'll kill her. For Gods sake Don't show 1t to me. Don't I know what she looks like?"
 He shut his eyes and the tears ran down his cheeks.
 The Managing Editor studied the face for a moment in silence. Then he turned over the photograph and looked keenly at the back. Then he laid it down gently on the desk.
 We'll" he said. "I guess there's nothing further to keep us here"
 The Night City Editor rose from his seat and turned towards the door.
 Just a moment, though" added the previous speaker. There was one thing I noted, while Joyce was speak ing. I want to look into"
 The Night Editor sat down again and the Managing Editor began rum maging among the papers and docu- ments lying on the desk before him which Bruce had brought from the Fifty-eighth Street flat Finally. he picked up a letter and balanced it in his large hand.
 :" This is stamped, addressed, and sealed" he said, quietly, and under ordinary circumstances no newspaper man should open it. Now, however. I believe I am justified We would get it later anyway, after 1t had been through the coroner's hands. IT may be simply social letter"
 He broke the seal and drew out a large number of pages of thin rice paper, covered with writing in a small, neat hand.
 The Managing Editor went halfway down the first page. Then he looked across at the Night City
 I'd better read this aloud" he said.
 He cleared his throat and began:
 My Dear Jack:-I am greatly dis appointed that you cannot meet me in Jersey City tomorrow night, as I sug- gested. It is an especial grief to me. because you are, as you know, my best friend, and this was an occasion when a mans best friend was expected 10 be present. Do you smell a rat al ready?
 !" did not tell what I wanted you for, because, as you will see, when you get deeper into this note. 1t was ad- visable that the utmost secrecy be pre- served, and l feared-as I would fear in regard to any man (not to mention any wonGn) so it's no slur on you. Jack-I feared that if I told you what it was all about, some of your Darticu- lar pals might worm 1t out of you In an ungCarded moment Of course. they may worm 1t out of you now. but l didn't have to let the kitten cut of the portmanteau then, and I feel it my duty to you to do so at this pres ent time.
 Of course, Philadelphia is not far from Jersey City and you could have returned the same night. but I know from what you say. that it is impossi- ble, so that's an end ont.
 To make q clean breast of it. my dear fellow, I'm going to be married; in fact, by the time this reaches you, will have been. Well. knew it would surprise you. Not. of course, hut hf sz bachelor. but because you have never had any inlsling, either from me. our mutual cronies, or the society columns.
 Surprise No. 9 She is not iR our set. What do you say to that? If you're the good fellow know you are, you'll say: what of that. so long as she's the right sort? There. I knew you would. So congratulate me with all your heart, for she is the right sort if ever a girl was.
 You know the old man. He has set his heart on my marrying that mutual friend of ours on Riverside Drive. and he won't take no from me. In fact, he went so far seven months ago, as to threaten to disinherit me if I didn't lead her shrinking form to the altar. so you can imagine not only what he tooUld Sdy. but what he might do if I crossed him in this, the dearest wish of his proud old heart.
 Indeed, we had it hot and heavy this very evening, and he gave me to and in pretty plain terms my batter has a very pretty knack with words at times-that he ex- pected me to propose in short order.
 ." was his only son, wasn't I? Il was. I would inherit all his millions if behaved myself. wouldn't I? had He was entitled to f1lial obedience, wasn't he? He was. We'll, then go and marry the Heiress of the Drive.
 His logic seemed unanswerahie to him and the best I could do was to pacify him as best I could and assure him that I would make a desperate, l even heroic, effort to fall in love with l her. Inasmuch as it was the night ] before my own marriage to somebody ! who was very far from either living on 1 the Drive, or being an Heiress, felt | somewhat guilty, but what else could | do?
 The fact is, Jack, have been | through many strange experiences | -hese last seven months and the mood | s on me to tell you somewhat of them. | Tn the first place, haven't been up in | Canada. fishing and exploring. as you Far from It. I have been | in factories and earning my lying. such as it Is, or was. for I | laven't been doing any of 1t for two u0nths nou