Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1920-10-15
Copyright By F.C. Browne 4 Co.

tend to your margins for you. Five
hundred thousand | believe you saidT'
"Yes." Fitzhugh rapidly filled out a
check for twenty thousand dollars.
Take this, anyhow. Hunt" He tore
the check from the book. "Just as an
evidence of good faith he laughed.
The courtier took the check in the
same jOcular spirit in which it was
offered, scarcely CHANGING at it's figure.
After little they parted, Hunt hasten
ing to the private office of Burton,
senior.
FitZhugh went straight to his bank
and deposited the thirty thousand dol
lars. Immediately afterwards he
started back to the Board of Trade.
When nearly there. however, he
stopped, paused irresOlute, then turned
and walked slowly in another direc-
ton. For over an hour he rOamed
restlessly about the loop. He seemed
infirm of purpose. aimless of destina-
tiOn.
Once, without exactly knowing why.
he entered the post office and stroled
absently about the dark corridors. He
was leaving by the western entrance,
when, happening to glance to his left,
General Delivery"
He came to dead halt A hot
blush of shame pricked him. He felt
suddenly mean. contemplate. He en-.
tered the room and asked if there were
any mail for Daniel Fitzhugh. The
clerk handed him half-dozen letters
pOstmarked from small town in Rus.
STA.
He opened and read them one by
one, standing near the window In all
Of them Esther breathed her love for
him, vet there was difference as the
letters progressed. In the first two
she wrote chiefly of him and secondly
Of the work she was doing for the
Cause. The next one was solely about
him and there was more insisteni
note in her passionate declarations
In the third was tone of despair, q
hint of fond hopes fast slipping away
and the last two were filed with bit.
ter reproaches, piteous pleadngs-
jealousy!
From a word she let drop in one OF
the earlier missives he OWNED she
was in dire need of money. Even al
that moment she might be suffering
from lack of necessities.
He stuffed the letters in a coat
IN, !,
a bill of exchange to her order for 0
thousand dollars.
At one of the public desks he wrote
on the back of deposit-slip: THE
goal is not yet. in sight, but I'm run.
ming fast"
This he attached to the draft and
sealed in an envelope, which he al
dressed and mailed to her while re-
morse was hot upon him.
From the post office he went to o
hotel in Randolph street, asked foi
stationery and wrote the following:
Dear Hunt
l have just received bad news NJ,
brother Is at the point of death. Mus,
hurry to his bedside. May see you in o
couple of weeks. Meanwhile, good luck
Yours, +.
He directed this to Hunts home ad.
dress, took it to the district messenger
office In the hotel and left orders for
it's delivery at nine o'clock.
Had anyone looked for FitZhugh
that night in his apartment. or in the
theaters or hotel Hobbies, or in any Of
the other places where he usually
spent his evenings, it would have been
in vain. He would not have been
found
But in vile saloon in lower Clark
street tall. trampish-looking man
with pointed beard, attired in ragged
habiliments and wearing low upon his
brow an old SLOUGH hat fully half a
size too large, was carousing delirious
ly with the muddled denizens leading
them In maudlin song, and melting
them to drunken ribaldry.