The Washington times., 1911-01-07
CHAPTER Ill (Continued).

LILLIAN DREW NOulC make no
more trouble for the present. One
l. part of his plan was completed.
Half an hour later he was back
in Mortons study, beginning another
part of his preparation. 1t had occurred
to him that the boys farm committee,
when it discovered the replaced money,
might have its misgivings reused by
Mortons drawing this sum, and in
fractions, for no other conceivable pur-
pose than merely to have it by him. So
David, to prevent this suspicion. to
make il appear that The drawing of the
fund was no more unbusinesslike than
many people might expect from a
clergyman, lad determined to surround
the presence Cf the money in the safe
with the formality Of an account. At
the head Of slip of paper he wrote,
Cash account of Roys' Summer Home
and beneath it, copying from the stubs
of the check book: June Z, drawn from
hunk. $500" and beneath this, under
their respective dates, the six other
amounts. Then, atShe foot, he wrote
under date of September IS, the day be-
fore Morton's death, Cash on hand,
5000"
These items were set down in a fair
copy of MOrtonS hand-not a difficult
mimicry, since their Writing was natur-
ally much alike, and had further sim
ilarity from their both, using stub pens.
He wrote with an ink which he had
occurred for the purpose or his way
home, and which dried as dead black
as # 1t had been put on me paper weeks
before. He put the slip, with the bank
book and check book, in the drawer of
the safe. Tomorrow the $500 would go
IN there with them, and Mortons name,
and the people of st. Christopher's,
He had not yet disposed of the letters
Lillian Drew had given him. He car
ried the packet into the sitting room,
tore the letters into shreds, and heapcd
them in the CRATE between the brass
and irons. Then he touched a match to
the yellow pile, and watched the de-
stroying flames spring from the record
of Mortons unholy love-as If they
were the red spirit Of that passion leap
ing free. He sat for long space, the
dead hush of sleep about him, gazing
at the place where the heap had been.
Only ashes were left by those passion
ate fiames-a symbol of Morton, thus it
struck David's fancy. Just so those
flames had left of Morton only ashes.
The next morning David had before
him the task of getting the money. He
had determined to approach Mr.. Cham
bers first, and he was In the great bank
ing house of Alexander Chambers &
Co, in Wall Street, as early as he
thought he could decently appear there.
He was Informed that Mr.. Chambers
had gone to a Directors meeting-nct
a director in half hundred companies
and was not expected back till after
lunch
He went next to the office of Mr.. Had
don, treasurer of the mission, and OF
the boys farm committee, and one OF
the largest givers-a watchful, precise
man of money, naturally suspicious and
of little sympathy. Mr.. Haddon, he was
told, had left an hour before for st.
Christopher's. -
David hurried back to the mission,
wondering what Mr.. Haddon's errand
there could be, hoping to catch him be-
fore he left. As he was starting up the
stairway the janitor stopped him.
''Mr. Haddon was asking for-you; and
Miss Chambers, too" the janitor said.
81 think she's in the reception room"
David turned back, walked down the
hall, and entered the dim reception
room. He paused at the door. Helen
Chambers was sitting in a Flemish oak
settle near a window, her hands clasped
upon an idle book in her lap. her eyes
gazing fiXedly into the street between
the barely parted haugings. The dress