The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1920-08-20

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to tell him So"
"WhO shall say, STRIP
Fitzhugh hesitated moment, and,
like lightning panorama. there
flashed across his mind telegraphic
pictures of myriad hands applauding
him. of the warmsbloOded Russian,
whose eyes bespoke her love for him,
of the dark-skinned "reds" volcing
their iconOclastic views. And a whim-
steal idea came.
Tell Mr.. Otis" said he. that an
emissary Of the Cause desires to speak
with him."
The butler, though not understand
Ing. was instantly suspicious.
II am afraid" he demurred. with a
firm shake of his head, ''that Mr.. Otis
is very busy and will be unable to
see YOU"
Fitzhugh thrust his foot between
the closing door and the wall; and at
that moment Mr.. Otis stepped into the
hall.
well. Noonanw
This man, sir, Is trying to force his
way in. am just about to eject him.
SIR"
Fitzhugh laughed merrily. "Oh. no,
you're not, NoOnan." And before the
corpulent NOOnan could say word
or move muscle he was seized in a
grip of steel and thrust speeches.
against the wall.
Tho mn Star lOokod IN &c thOuDh nm.
certain whether to be amused or in
dignant. While he was deciding Fitz-
hugh confronted him.
"Mr. OTIS" said he, Il want few
minutes talk with YOU"
Otis smiled. 81 think you've earned
an audience with me. Nerve like yours
should not 60 unrewarded." They en-
tered the shadowy room, ostensibly q
library.
what can do for your"
"Just moment" FitZhugh drew
the sliding doors. which led to the
hail. together and fastened the clasp
having first deposited his newspaper
parcel very carefully upon the floor
He looked around the room, and sat
isfied they were free from Interrupt
ton. picked up his parcel and took .
seat opposite his host. who watched
all these movements with frOwn Of
suspicion and annoyance.
When Fitzhugh spoke his voice ha(
the deep, resonant ring 1t always &c
quired whenever he was "acting" I
part or exercising his Oratorlcal gift
"Mr. Otis" he began, leaning forward
in his chair and looking his auditor
steadily In the eye, "you are million
aire, are you not?"
Otis frown deepened. He glanced
lmpatiently at his watch. II can SPAR
you but little time this morning." h,
said. with polite curtness. II mus
ask that you state your business Al
briefly as possible"
"But you are millionaireT'
Eyes, yes. What of it?"
"And I am a pauper. At this mo
ment l could not buy--this newspa
per-" He took from the library tabl'
the morning paper Otis had beef
reading. 1t was folded In such wis,
that large fiashlight photograph i'm
mediately caught his eye. He recOg
nized it neutrality-suspicious. the tall
straight figure In the white sweate
standing above the blur Of faces, arm
thrown upwards and outwards. hea,
back. eyes closed. He lived over agail
that brief moment Of glory, and tn
exaltation he had felt returned two
fold. He cast the paper aside AM
threw himself into the role he wa
playing with redOubled zest.
mr.. Otis"-and he pointed tw'
rigid fingers within an inch Of hi
hearers face-"you must lend me tel
thousand dOllars!' He seized tn
newspaper parcel, which had beef
resting on his knees, and stood up
holding 1t high above his head. Mind
I say must!" His voice rang out omi
nously. His eyes were cold. mercI
less. "In these hands, Mr.. Otis, I hol,
sufficient dynamite to blow this hous
and all 1t contains to ten million
atoms. Quick, sir!" he Numbered
and made terrible gesture with tn
puTCei. AcH lHOuSuhu uoildTS, VI
hurl 1t mt your feet"
Although Otis face had turnc
deathly pale he had not grown ex
cited or betrayed a sign of fear. FL
sat quite still. his thin hands restin
lightly on the arms of his chair. hi
gray eyes fixed unwaveringly upo
the black ones above him, his min
working with the cool precision of
perfect mechanism. Hes either ma
or an assassin" ran his thought
probably mad; and the only way t
| deal with mailman is to humor hin
Perhaps. though, he's only blufhng. I
any event I'd best take no chances"
Otis made caressing movement
with his fingers along the arm of hi
chair; his head rested ON the back q
1t the better to keep his eyehold 0
the supposed maniac.
| "Ten thousand. Er-won't 70
please sit DOWN."
II will not. could not explode tn
dynamite sitting down."
quite SO, quite sol" The caressin
movement increased. His voice wa
silky. "Ten thousand-h'm. You d