Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1920-12-10
The City
of Purple
Dreams
By
EDWIN
B Al r D
cepyrighs 81 +. O. Browne d Co
CHAPTER xIV.-continued.

CHAPTER NIV.-Continued.
IL
Daniel Joined in merrily and more |
han held his own in the three-cor-
Fred melee. Having bought paper,
was publishing the sort of yellow
journalism the masses wanted.
Very naturally his enemies attacked
rst what seemed to them his most |
Vulnerable spot. why did he change
IS nane?" "Why did he need an
lias?" what foul deed had he done
nd essayed to cover up?" These were
he questions hurled broadcast; these
he ones they fain would answer. In
estigators' were dispatched to Mary
Ind All went well--or Ill for them,
ecause nothing but good could be
pupd of him-until his nineteenth
ear. Then they encountered a blank
ball. There were five years unaccount-
d for. His family was unimpeachable.
NE Daniels of Roanoke county were
4 the South's first people. The Fitz-
andolphs of England and Virginia had
distinguished themselves on more than
everal occasions. Plainly, there was
othing here for their purpose. But
hose FIVE years!
When they had given up all hope Of
yer sounding it and were searching
D despair for successful plummet,
Daniel very deliberately laid bare on
he first page of his newspaper every
hing 1t contained. With genial can
lor and not without relish, he mar
lated his five years in trampdom. In
Justice to himself, in justice to his
barty he felt he could do no less. Be
ween the ages of nineteen and TWEEN
y-four his had been an eventful life,
ind the story thereof was not dull
The bomb exploded with deafcn-
Ing crash, and with howl and a
Shrek his foes were upon him. Rend-
ing the disclosure as pack Of wolves,
they clawed it, CRASHED it. made it
ugly and held It up greedily to the
public gaze.
And then when the rumble and bonn
bast had died away, when the blood
|and smoke had passed. Hugh Daniel
Fitzrandolph stood before the populace
la hero. The city which reveres the
memory of man who, starting as
clerk, later saddled with debts, hewed
his way through adversely and became
the Merchant Prince" of the world
of another who struggled from a
butchers apprenticeship at two dollars
a week to the pinnacle of the Union
Stock Yards, Of scores of others
of ignoble beginnings and vast
achieyements-such city was not
slow 10 erect a pedestal for one who
had once been vagabOnd and was
now become multimillionaire candi-
date for the highest honor the city Of
his adoption could pay him. Thus,
for the hour, Daniel had become an
idol Of the people.
Daniel rushed his campaign onward
with tireless zeal that outdistanced
his rivals and lost them to view. Here,
as In the wheat pit, his endurance and
energy were marvel to all who knew
him. He snatched only five hours from
the twentyfOur for sleep, and less
than one hour for meals. Every min
ute of the remaining eighteen was a
busy minute
The campaign came to a whirlwind
finish. Daniel rose at daybreak on
election eve and was on the 90 cease
lessly for twenty hours.
While smoking goodnight cigar
with Hunt at two o'clock next morning
he remarked:
Altogether, Harry, 1t has cost me a
warm million dollars. But 1t has been
worth it--every cent. I've had mill
lion dollars worth of fun"
Yet an hour later, had one looked In
The front room of Daniels apartment,
one would have doubted II. The room
was quite dark, and before the front
windows overlooking Grant park he
was sitting very silent and motloness
gray fog was rolling damply In from
III" lake. thickening the night with its
clammy embrace.
From the avenue below came sounds
or an irresponsible qnartette. They
were rendering "rhe Heart Bowed
Down." and even their untutorcd
hroats, cultural with libations, could
mol wholly mar the tragic sweetness
of Bnlfe's sad melody.
The melancholy strains, something
soltened by the distance, floated dole
fully up to him. Muslc--even the
worst-always had singular effect
upon Daniel Good or bad, he could
never listen to II without feeling with
In him n responsiveness transcending
the composers note. II was as though,
sounding the keynote, he scared on in
TO realms the composer essayed, yet
railed to attain.
His elbows resting on the arms of
IN" chair, his chin on his interlaced
myers, he sat for n long while gazing
mt" the foggy gloom. And mirrored
IN his face was an ine,rable loneliness
which by its very F>,fundily must
needs be mute.
lie pressed his hands to his fore
mead and SLOWLY shook his head, again
eih again his eyes closed.