Arizona republican., 1911-05-07
THE HEART OF DAN TANK
Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.
By P. C. Macfarlane.

crafty, courageous, compelling. but really, that does not matter so much, right at the beginning, since for little while we are concerned rather with the heart of Richard Dunne, mil lionaire journalist, and passionate re- former And MT. Dunne himself was not suspected of very much in the heart line. Notwithstanding youthful enthusiasms retained to the late thir- ties and a personality that could be most agreeable, bachelorhood seemed to have become his settled habit But when Miss Kathryn Moore, beautiful, poised, mysterious, appeared in the social heavens, MT. Dunne suddenly began to take observations. He ob served that she lived alone with a maiden lady, understood to be her aunt; that she was endowed with wealth, breeding and social graces, and that her presence planted Vesu- vius in his breast. People did not know just where she came from so suddenly nor how within a few months, as if by magic, she had set tied into a reigning position in the most exclusive society.
 Dunne did not ask even himself these questions. He offered his heart, frankly. unreservedly. almost with the same headlong dispatch that new story was plunged into the columns of The Morning Sentinel. Miss Moore liked Dunne, and made no secret of it. She admitted him promptly to com panionable sort of friendship. but did not allow him to get much further.
 And just then complications entered by the doorway of the Graft Prosecu- ton campaign which MT. Dunne was conducting. at first through The Sen tinel and afterward in person as the head and front of an organized effort to put Daniel Tank, Boss, and a choice coterie of wealthy bribe-givers behind the hars. Things happened swiftly. Dunne was lauded to the skies. Tank and his ilk were branded in the face by an outraged public opinion. Dunne collected evidence, supervised dctec- lives. strengthened weakening official backbones. gathered an immense pros ecution fund and set the battle for ward along an extended front. But Tank, the Boss, and the heads of the public service corporations most deeply involved. fought back des- perately. Victory hovered uncer- tainly.
 Dunne's aim was nothing less than the complete and final overthrow of the man whose remarkable political machine, bred in corruption and shel- tered in corporate greed, had so far defied justice. Entrapped. indicted, all but convicted, the big, greasy. Srippy figure of a man wriggled out and stood defiant. Once a wedge was driven be- tween Tank, the Boss, and his friends. the higher-ups, who were the right hands of his power. Like savage beasts they turned and rent each other, and Dunne. stepping in adrOitly, made capital of the internal strife. But in the end. each wrenched free of the trap. and Tank. holding the helm of his machine, thereby held the city, and the public service interests stood by hungrily. licking their chops. Dunne knew it wanted but a few pass ing months till all were in together again, snarling over the carcass. Meantime, each fought Dunne. the common enemy, and Dunne himself battled fercely, unfiaggingly.
 At the same time, with unfaltering  against the heart of Miss Kathryn Moore. z Often when his brain was misted over with the confusing per plexities of the great legal battles in which he was involved. he turned his back on it all, and with Miss Moore by his side sent his powerful car skim ming up and down the long river road for hours at a time. On one of these delicious afternoons when the combat was ct it's height, they stopped the car in q bend of the road to rest themselves. by a climb to a point of rocks which offered a rare view of the river and the lake. Dunne stood on the ground with extended arms to help Miss Moore alight. Her rosy cheeks. her laughing eyes, her poised head framed by the graceful sweep of her hat as it's wide edges were caught at it's edges by the long veil softly knot ted under her chin, all together made a ravishing picture.
 "Oh," he exclaimed with a note of exultation, of assumed victory-and why might he not assume ir, since failure and Richard Dunne had not even a lowing acquaintance" oh, could fall down and worship yod!
 Playfully avoiding his outstretched arms, she bounded lightly over the wheel to the soft turf.
 What ,an absurd position that would be for you, " she taunted. avoiding his gaze. but with blush of pleasure as she led the way swiftly up the rocky hillside.
 Arriving breathless at the top, Dunne helped her to high seat upon a shelf of rock, and remained standing beside her, while the eyes of both feasted upon the beauty of the wood land scene until normal respiration should make conversation feasible.
 ." have not told you the latest by way of beginning conversation. his face beaming with enthusiasm. We have laid a trap for Boss Tank. The plans are perfected. The ruse is ab- solutely sure to succeed. We'll have him before night-at this very mo- ment, may be. It will end the whole miserable struggle. We are upon track of the most remarkably convin- cing array of evidence-evidence that no jury can get away from. We'll have Tank. Mack. Donnelly. Manning, Halloran. and all the rest of that brood securely cageG this time"
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