Arizona republican., 1911-05-09

The Morning Sentinel. with its great circulation, with its butter cream ad- vertising patronage, with its clean record and wide influence, was all Dunne had. He had made it. It was a choice property. When he involved himself in the graft prosecution, he took the Sentinel in with him. Hence, reprisal was not against the person of Dunne, but against his physical resources-against the paper. And that precious oligarchy of corporate grafters, aided and abetted until their breach with Tank by the boss's own versatile genius. had turned this great money-making property into a losing venture within sixty days.
 And this state of affairs had con- tinued for a year. Twice he had stopped the gap with a great mort gage He started out now to arrange for another.
 We could not take your loan" said the President of the Builders Bank but we have known of conditions with you. and l may say without re- serve. we had expected an application. We cannot take your loan, but I am authorized by one of our directors to make you an offer for your newspaper property"
 Dunnes face turned white and then red.
 Think they've got me beat. don't they?" he flashed. Well I'm not. TI.3 NorDfu0 SpuYtueJ ic nof for colo "
 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 a campaign that involved an expenditure of one hundred thousand dollars more in the next three months han the income of the paper would le judging by the past. That was his defiance to fate.
 The department chiefs opened their yes. The old mans got his nerve with him murmured one to another
 Boldly Dunne outlined his scheme.
 "Go to it now" he said. and left the office.
 On the street copy of the first edi- tion of an afternoon paper was placed in his hand. Grand Jury Fails to Indict Tank" said the black head line. Dunne ground the paper in his hands and cast it into the gutter Once more the willy boss had lodged the moose. It was Dunnes last play. The Grand Jury reflected the public apathy. They had gone so far as to refuse to indict upon evidence that Dunne knew was sufficient to get a verdict from a 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-giyers. He lived it 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 off.
 Well. he was thinking the graft prosecution was done. The cases on the docket could only drag them selves wearily 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. She. just now. was his bright, par ticular hope. If she said yes. all the rest was as nothing. If she said no we'll if she said no, it might bet ter come now, when he had become inured to disappointment. This was the time for such a word.
 So he looked at the point of rocks, and at his watch It would take a twenty-minute spin to reach the home of Miss Kathryn Moore. and if 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 thea 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 twipkling round him in the new glory that had come to him with the soft hand and the warm heart of a truthful woman. whom from the bot tom of his soul he loved.
 As he threw in the clutch and pre- pared to turn back, warning honk sounded behind him and in an in stant the huge red car of Boss Tank sped by him going like the wind. So fast that Dunne could not make out who was in the car. He only saw that 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 10 have settled into his shoulders as he gripped the wheel The other person was woman. Dunne 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 the days when Dunne was a cub reporter something about a tragedy in the early life of Tank. that had to do with 8 woman, but that was all.
 But now here was Tank on the day of his final and complete escape from the tolls of the prosecution, motoring on the river road with lady. As they sped down the road in front Of him, Dunne. far from being spy or all eavesdropper, and yet, somehow given to close observation by his eX- Dpripnce Of the mast year found him.