Gilpin observer., 1914-01-22

you've sent over to central for that
duplicate list Of all the numbers that
were called up from the Keswick TO-
day7 Let me look at them"
They aren't here yet," replied
Blake. II only sent for them a few
minutes ago. You see, thought l
could save lot of time by getting the
information. direct, from the girl her.
self"
"The grill" echoed Van Dyke dis
gustedly. We've already wasted too
much time on her Cant we get hold
of Standish?"
He'll 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
hint of the same sort to the news
paper boys"
"Oh, II we can publish this as It's
written here" broke in Van Dyke.
we've got him! This story makes
him out the lowest blackguard un-
hung"
vAnd," amended Blake with in
genuous selfcongratulation. there
isn't word In 1t that hasn't got some
sort of foundation on fact That's say
ing whole lot for a campaign scan
dal. We've got facts-real facts. May
be some of 'em are twisted around 80
that you'd have to look at 'em 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?"
1.-The Woman's name. We can't get
any one to believe word of the story
without that. What time is 1t? oh,
didn't notice the clock. The times
getting short-dangerously 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
the last editions OF the morning pa
pers. What did the Associated Press
people say, when you-?"
Jennings promised to hold 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 it go till
give the word. A false move just
now would be boomerang that we
couldn't stand. Come back as soon as
you can We may need you"
D,,lr kn txyr urit ttoy
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 | wish Grace would show up!"
so does Mark" answered Blake.
Then. after a moment. a ohuckle of
genuine amusement startled his son.
What's the joke?" asked Tom.
Did | miss it,"
Yes. you missed it, all right. Both
you and Grace always miss it. But l
never do was just thinking-my lit
tie Grace-my kid-keeping the for
mer governor of New York cooling his
heels in drafty railroad station. And.
forty years ago. her father was bare
foot kid with one suspender, pan
handling kind-hearted old folks in the
street with dying g-mother stories and
getting nickels from 'em. And even
as lately as twenty-five years ago,
what was but Chicago city clerk
making an honest living by keeping
my eyes shut and my palm open?"
Dad" complained Tom. Il cant
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 it to graft, what
do we owe it to. I'd like to know"
ITO change the subject, dad" broke
in Tom. I've been making some
plans"
Have. hey?" queried Blake as
though listening to the prattle OF a
somewhat backward child of : Such
as what for instance?"
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