The Arizona copper camp., 1920-03-06

palms upon feeling her cheeks burn
ing.
He asked pointedly: "Can you recall
the 'dirtiest young man you ever saw?"
She bit her lip and stepped back
from him. She was scarlet to her
temples. "Yes-yes, I remember you
now. You are the one / gave dollar
to yesterday. believe you said your
name was Fitz-Fitz something or
other?"
"Fitzhugh."
"Oh, yes-Daniel Fitzhugh! I re-
member perfectly now."
'Tm glad you do"
Then he became aware that Syming-
ton Otis was standing in the doorway
of the library. At sight of the man
whom he half believed a dangerous
lunatic taking the unthinkable liberty
of addressing his daughter Otis cool
ness had vanished, his restraint
snapped.
Fitzhugh took the girls hand, and
in a vibrant voice, pregnant with far
more significance than the words it
uttered, said, II will not say goodby
but au revoir." Then he turned and
left the house. The front door had
scarcely closed behind him before Otis
wheeled upon his daughter.
what did that man say to you?" he
demanded.
"Why, n-nothing of any Importance.
Why?" She laughed nervously, like
a child caught in some petty misde-
meanor.
go to your room. That man was
maniac. He might have killed you.
Where's Noonan?" He rang a serv-
ants bell, ran to the hall telephone,
rustled through the telephone direc-
tory, and got the Chicago avenue po-
lice station on the wire.
"Police headquarters? This
is Symington Otis, Lake Shore drive.
Crazy man just left my house. He's
got bundle of dynamite, so be care
full how you handle him. :. How'll
you know him? Well, he's dark, very
tall, well built, and about twenty-four
or five years old; he wears a soft gray
hat, tan shoes and blue serge suit.
The dynamite is wrapped in news
paper. I'll have my butler and another
servant follow him and keep him in
sight. Goodby."
When the big iron gate changed be-
hind Fitzhugh it was upon a very diff
ferent young man from the one who
had entered it, fired with anarchy and
evil thoughts; he came out, fired with
aspiration and good thoughts. AL
ready his mind was busy with plans
for the future. He must not see
Esther again. He must forget her.
He would do something big, place
himself on an equal plane with the
girl he had just left. There must
be no more wildness, no more idlings,
nor things forbidden by law. Ambi-
ton again throbbed in his veins, but
1t was the antithesis aof last nights
ambition: that had been the kind
which tears down-this was the kind
that builds up.
He turned south on the drive, his
brain reveling in golden dreams. In
his wake skulked the stout butler and
a second servant, who, mindful of the
telephoned word, dynamite" took
especial pains to keep discreet dis
tance between themselves and their
quarry. Near Chicago avenue he saw
q man dodge into an alley a short way
ahead, and though he caught but
glimpse of the mans face, he recog-
nized Detective Kelly. He turned
swiftly, started back-and walked into
the arms of two detectives, who
seemed to appear from nowhere.
Kelly came up on a run, tackled him
from the rear and dexterously twisted
the parcel from his grasp.
"What's the charge, Kelly?" asked
the prisoner, whose captors held him
fast by either arm. "Or is it just be-
cause you owe me one"
Never mind what" growled Kelly.
you'll do a stretch this time you'll
remember. That's enough for you to
know"
En- route to the police station the
detective kept a nice distance to the
rear with his, trophy, and only with
the utmost caution did he relinquish
it to the desk sergeant.
Fitzhugh was booked under the
name of Randolph Fitz and consigned
to a cell with "drunk and disor-
derly," a petty larceny case and two
negro criminals.
When Symington Otis arrived at the
police station the first person he met
was Kelly, and the first question he
asked, as he handed him a cigar, was,
''Did you get him?"
"We got him all right" answered
Kelly.
The last vestige of excitement van
ished from the millionaire's face,
"And the dynamite?"
Kelly exchanged meaning glances
with the desk sergeant.
Sergeant" said he, "show Mr.. Otis
the dynamite
The sergeant bent his gaze thOught-