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nothing but three spoiled sheets Of
white paper
It'll represent one perfectly gooi
~insurgent chief split up the back, be
fore another hours past" %retorted
Blake. I'm have the Woman's name
by that time"
What is that stubborn little tele
phone girl holding out for, l wonder?'
ITS past mel" srowled Blake. III
it was a nan l could size up the game
at a glance and I'd know just what
move to make Every man has always
had his price. Except One. And We
crucified Him. But with women it's
different. You can't tell what a WON
ans going to do. For the mighty good
reason that she doesn't know, herself
This Kelly girls got me guessing. She
let me think | could buy her dead easy
Then she played for time. And now
she's thrown US down altogether and
won't say a word"
you've sent over to central for that
duplicate list of all the numbers that
were called up from the Keswick to
day? Let me look at them"
'"They aren't here yet" replied
Blake. 81 only sent for them a few
minutes ago. You see, I thought
could save a lot Of time by getting the
information, direct, from the girl her
self"
"The grill" echoed Van Dyke dis.
gnstedly. We've already wasted too
much time on her. Can't we get hold
Of Standish?"
Hell be along pretty soon."
You've sent for him? You're sure
he'll come for your sending"
NO" drawled Blake, Il didn't. And
he wouldn't. But Gregg started a whis.
per in the house that a scandal will
break before morning. And he threw
a hint Of the same sort to the news.
paper boys"
"Oh, IL we can publish this as it's
written here" broke in Van Dyke.
we've got him! This story makes
him out the lowest BLACKBOARD un-
hung"
and" amended Blake with in.
genuous self-congratulation, there
isn't a word in 1t that hasn't got some
sort of foundation on fact. That's say
ing a whole lot for a campaign scan.
dial. We've got facts-real facts. May.
be some Of EN- are twisted around so
that you'd have to look at EN- twice
before recognizing their dear familiar
faces. But they're facts, just the
same"
And they're useless" grumbled Van
Dyke, "just because the one fact we
need we haven't got"
"You mean the Woman?"
THE Woman's name. We can't get
any one to believe a word Of the story
without that. What time is it, Oh, !
didn't notice the clock. The times
getting simultaneously short. II
we want to get this story In any Of
tomorrow's papers we must have her
name mighty quick. AS it Is, I'm
afraid it'll b too late for anything but
the last editions OF the morning pa
pers. What did the Associated Press
people say, when you"
Jennings promised to hold a wire
till the last minute. Better take the
story around to him and tell him to
have it ready, He understands. But
be sure to tell him not to let 1t go till
l give the word. A false move just
now would be a boomerang that we
couldn't stand, Come back as soon as
you can, We may need you"
Van Dyke. pocketing the typewriter
sheets, departed on his mission; al
most colliding at the door with Tom
Blake, who was coming in.
Hello, dad!!" hailed Tom. Il just
dropped in, on the way to the club to
say 'howdy' to Grace. Where is she?
Turned in?"
mo. Hasn't even got in. The
trains hours late. Washout on the
road somewhere. Mark telephoned up
from the station. He's gone back
there. They ought to be here any
time now. Want to waltz"
I'm sleepy!". yawned Tom. Gee.
but I wish Grace would show up"
$50 does Mark" answered Blake.
Then, after a moment, q chuclkle Of
genuine amusement startled his son.
Whats the joker" asked Tom.
"Did | miss it??"
eyes, you missed 1t, all right. Both
you and Grace always miss it. But I
never Go. | was just thinking-my lit
tie Grace-my kid-keeping the for.
mer governor of New York cooling his
heels in a draity railroad station. And,
forty years ago, her father was a bare
foot kid with n %suspender, pan.
handling kind-hearted old folks In the
street with dying-mother stories and
nickels from EN-. And even
as lately as twenty-five years ago,
what was I but a Chicago city clerk
making an honest living by keeping
my eyes shut and my palm open"
Dad" complained Tom. :" can't
make you out! You always seem to
take a savage delight in rubbing in
the fact that everything we've got We
owe to graft"
well" asked Blake, puzzled, don't
We? II we don't owe 1t to graft, what
DO we owe it to, I'd like to know"
ITO change the subject, dad broke
in Tom, eve been making son1e