Arizona republican., 1911-03-21

" let only two of my friends know
 where l was-Harry and Thornton. I
 knew l could trust them, and they both
 came to see me. I had a suspicion at l the time that I must have done some thing, r.said something, to give my
 self away, for a police sergeant came,
 too. and had talk with me one day,
 and one of the orderlies was rather in-
 quisitive. but. so far as l know, noth-
 ing came of it.
 When l was discharged from Belle
 vue, l decided that I'd give up factory life for time. I didn't tell her so,
 however, and I suppose she believes
 I'm still in the same place. About the
 same tine. decided to return from
 my labors in the Canadian wilds, and
 did so. with due pomp and circum- stance. still kept up my East Side | apartment, however, and I am writing 1 to you in it now, having come here directly from that storm-tossed inter- view with my Dad, aforementioned.
 Well, friend of my boyhood, chum Of my college days, thou Jonathan to my David. don't know that there's much more to tell you. Tomorrow evening l shall drive with her over to Jersey City. meet Harry, who has kindly consented to step into your shoes for this occasion only, and then continue on some ten miles or so to a small hamlet where a country clergy man, a very worthy and unsuspicious old soul, Harry tells me. will be await ing us. Harry has already obtained the license without attracting any at tention-my real name meant nothing to the rural officials and no prying re- porter is ever likely to light upon it and in due course the knot will be properly tied.
 l have used the phrase, my real name Of course. I'm going 10 be married under it.
 When We reach Jersey City. I shall take my future wife into the parlor Of hotel and reveal 10 her my iden- tity and my prospects. shall explain to her just why I have done all this, and l have taken the precaution 10 gather together certain papers and documents which will tend to show that my story is true. She will be sur p-ised, possibly even frightened. but, having agreed previously, so to speak. 10 take me for better or worse-at that time principally worse-I don't believe she will change her dear mind, when she discovers that. contrary 10 all the probabilities. it is going to be not only better, but even best.
 ' As for the future. We will live to- gether as MT. and Mrs. Greening. un- til such time as I can bring the old man around 10 a point Of view. from which he can't discern that Heiress through even Lick telescope, or un- til-but pray that Dad may be spared 10 me for many years yet-hes only Il, you know, and as hardy and rugged as an English oak. But, of course. she must put up with having me absent from her for long periods at a stretch. I can't be always exploring Canada, you know.
 Somehow, Jack, when it comes to winding up this screed, I feel a strange reluctance to lay down my pen. feel somehow as if I were writing you a farewell letter. That's nonsense, of | course, and yet it is farewell letter in a sense-it is the last one you will | ever receive from me as a single man. Yes, in that sense. it is farewell
 Jack, dear Jack, wish me well. | We're neither of us praying men, but | if you ever find it in your mind to lift | up your heart to Whatever It Is that dwells above us in the starry heavens, don't forget to put her and me down | in the specifications.
 Goodnight, and God bless you. am embarking, Jack. upon an unknown sea. Wish me a prosperous voyage | down the years"
 The Managing Editor laid the last page down upon the desk, and then placed his big hand, palm down, upon the cracking mass. No one spoke. No one seemed to care to look upon the man in the chair.
 At last, dull, rumbling sound came faintly to the ears of the silent men in the little room. The building trem- bled slightly.
 The presses were beginning to run off the second edition.
 The Managing Editor rose to his feet He gave a few short directions and his subordinates crowded out of he room, leaving McGinnis on guard. The door closed behind the last man.
 My God, whispered Dallin, "did you see his face?"
 No" said Connors, roughly, "I iidnt need to-"
 The two men hurried down the hall liter those who had gone before. At he entrance to the City Room, the Managing Editor stopped and turned owards Bruce, who was just behind. My son." he said. slowly, "I am fraid that is more than letter-for jim in there" Bruce looked up with a puzzled ex-