The Arizona copper camp., 1920-05-29
CITY OF PURPLE DREAMS.

/ 0IhiAIS " OI1lCAS'
Hunt jerked his head impatiently. 81
mean what business, what line? You've
| got some big thing up your sleeve,
Dan. Out with it."
Daniel dabbled his fingers in a fin
ger-bowl. While drying them on a
napkin the vertical lines appeared
sharply between his brows. He lighted
cigarette.
He showed his chair back, stood up
'Henceforth l am going to take my
happiness in my own way. l learned
how at daybreak this morning / am
going to give, give, give. 'And / won't
stop giving until the last cent is gone"
Dan, believe you've gone crazy"
"And / believe" said the secretary,
who read his Bible on occasion, "that
Mr.. Fitzrandolph shows a very keen
wisdom. Furthermore-well, there is
a verse in Saint Matthew, which runs !:
'Ye are the salt of the earth. -"
Jonas, the valet, touched his sleeve
"a special delivery letter, SIR"
Taking the square envelope from
the servants salver, without observ
ing the superscription, the secretary
opened it and perused the contents.
He knitted his brows.
''PuZZling," he murmured, scratching
the back of his head. "It's anonymous,
has neither beginning nor end" He
looked suddenly at the envelope, then,
with an apology, handed the message
to his employer. II didn't notice it.
It's marked personal
One glance at the sheet of note
paper and Daniel sank into his chair.
With his strong fingers he pinned the
note to the table, breathing rapidly
through dilated noStrils. Hunt, sitting
next to him, recalled afterward that
il, was the only time in all the years
he had known him that he had ever
seen the mans hand tremble.
Daniel looked up, stared blankly a
moment at the two silently questioning
faces. His lip quivered slightly.
"BOyS, I've received startling news.
I've changed my mind about giving
everything away I'll go ahead with
those houses. But I'll go little saner
In little saner manner, you under
stand. And, boys, I am going to do
that big thing!"
He sprang up.
"Jonasl Call good livery stable.
l want their best saddle horse at
twelve sharp. Craig, make an appoint
ment for tomorrow morning with
Stanley Graham. the architect. phone
for the head barber downstairs, Jonas.
Mention ten dollars to him."
Then, without any of them know
Ing what it was all about, the specu-
lator, the secretary, and the valet, had
their hands seized and wrung with a
vim that crushed their fingers.
Hunt, burning with curiosity, per-
m1tted his eye to rest momentarily
upon the opened note lying on the
table. He could make nothing out of it.
1t began without preface and was un-
signed. 1t consisted Of two questions,
written in flowing, girlish hand:
DO you remember our last appoint
ment? win you keep it today?"
AS the superbly 1.-THE, red-haired
young woman mounted with cool COM
posure on the sorrel horse, cantered
serenely past the Grant monument in
Lincoln park she glanced at her watch
and saw it was one O'Clock. A garden
er spading the soft ground beside the
bridle-path stopped his> work, as we'll
anyone might, to follow her with ad-
miring gaze. There was a delicious
"earthy" smell of spring in the air,
a vernal quickening all about.
Presently had passed the end
of the hillock just north of the monu-
ment-she turned in her saddle, and
perceived far to the south a dark
shape growing rapidly larger. She jerk
ed the reins precipitateRy, wheeled
about, started back in alarm. Her ad-
mirable tranquility had vanished.
Goose! What did he mean? He was
a full hour early.
Escape was cut off. Quickly she
guided her horse into the concrete
arch monument-and waited. Her per-
turbation increased. Her gloved hand
toyed nervously with her riding crop.
Her heart pounded against her side.
She smoothed for the fifth time her
stylish riding-habit, adjusted for the
tenth time the pointed hat atop her
Titan hair.
What did he mean? He was an hour
early
Now she could hear the rhythmic
thud of the hoof-beats. They were
coming with break-neck speed. Louder
and nearer, louder and nearer, louder
and nearer
A form shot past Her heart 1eapt
to her throat
Then the scuffie of a horse checked
in headlong gallop, swiftly return
ing sounds and the archway was dark
ened by a broad-shouldered, athletic
man astride heaving, foam-fecked
steed.
His age sat lightly upon him. He
looked much younger than he was. He
had SwnDt off his hot ond hiS tbioI1