The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1920-10-15

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hundred thousand, / believe you saidr's
"Yes." Fitzhugh rapidly filed 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 vas
offered, scarcely glancing at its figure.
After a 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-
ton.
Once, without exactly knowing why,
he entered the post Office and strolled
absently about the dark corridors. He
was leaving by the western entrance,
when, happening to glance to his left,
he saw ON the glass over a doorway,
General Delivery"
He came to u dead halt. A hot
blush Of shame pricked him. He fell
suddenly mean, contemplate. He en-.
tered the and asked IL there were
any mail for Daniel Fitzhugh. The
clerk handed him q half-dozen letters
pOstmarked from a small town In Rus.
STA.
He opened and read them one by
one, standing e a the window. In all
Of them Esther breathed her love fol
him, yet there was q 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 vas solely about
him and there was a insistenI
note In her passionate declarations
In the third was a tone of despair, {
hint Of fond hopes fast slipping away
and the last two were filed with bit
ter reproaches, piteous pleadings-
jealousy!
From a word she let drop in one O
the earlier missives he OWNED sh'
was in dire need of money. Even a
that moment she might be s~ufferin,
from lack of necessities.
He stuffed the letters In a Goa
pocket, went to his bank and procure,
a bill Of exchange to her order for
thousand dollars.
At one of the public desks he wrot,
on the back of a deposit-slip: 9Th
goal is not yet in sight. but I'm run
ming fast"
This he attached to the draft ant
sealed in an envelope, which he AL
dressed and mailed to her while re
morse IA hot upon him
From the post Office he went to
hotel in Randolph street, asked 70
stationery and wrote the following:
Dear Hunt
l nave just received bad news. NJ
brother Is at the point of death. Mus
hurry to his bedside. May see you In
couple Of weeks. while, good luck
Yours. F.
He directed this to Hunts home ad
dress. took it to the district messenge
office In the hotel and left orders fo
its delivery at nine O'Clock.
Had anyone looked for Fitzhug
that night in his apartment, or In tn
theaters OF hotel Hobbies, or in any Q
the other places where he usual
spent his evenings, 1t would have bee
In vain. He would not have bee
found.
But in a vile saloon in lower Clar
street q tall, trampish-lOOking ma
with a pointed beard, attired in ragge
habiliments and wearing low upon hi
I brow an old SLOUGH hat fully half
size too large, was c%arousing delirioul
iy with the muddled denizens. leadin
them In maudlin song, and incitin
them to drunken ribaldry.