The Harrison times., 1920-04-24

tend 90 your margins for you Five
hundred thousand. believe you >aiJ|
Eyes" Tuza1-h rapidly filed ont a
check for twenty thousand dollars.
Take thIs anyhow. Hunt" lie tore
the check from the book. "Just as an
evidence of good faith" he laughed.
The cuur,Icr took the check in the
same jocu'm spirit in which it was
offered, scarcely glanciug 40 It's figure,
After q little they parted, Hunt hasten
ing TO the private office OF Burton,
senior.
Filzhugh went straight 10 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 irsesolute, then turned
and walked slowly i'm another direc-
tion. For over an hour he roamed
rcstlcssly about the loop. He seemed
infm Of purpose, aimess of destina-
tion.
Once, without exactly knowing why,
he entered the post Office and StroIlcd
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 a 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 a half-dOzen letters
postmarked from a small town in Rus
Sia.
lie opened and read them one by
one standing near the window. In all
Of them Esther breathed her love for
him, yet there was a 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 a more insistent
note in her passionate declarations.
In the third was a tone of despair, a
hint of fond hopes fast slipping away ;
and the last two were filled with Bit
ter reproaches, piteOus pleadings-
jealousy!
From a word she let drop in one of
the earlier missives he OWNED she
was in dire need Of money. Even at
that moment she might be suffering
! from lack Of necessities.
He stuffed the letters in a coat
pocket, went to his bank and procured
a bill of exchange to her order for d
thousand dollars.
At one Of the public desks he wrote
on the back Of a deposit-slip "The
goal is not yet in sight but Pm run.
ming fast"
This he attached to the draft apd
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 a
hotel in Randolph street, asked for
stationery and wrote the following:
Dear Hunt
l have just received bad news. My
brother is at the point Of death Must
h1HrY To Ia, 10 In, a
couple Of weeks, Meanwhile, good luck!
Yours, f,
He directed this to Hunts home adj
dress, took # 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 lobbies, 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 a vile saloon in lower Clark
street a tall, trampish-loolling man
with pointed beard, attired in ragged
habliments and wearing low upon his
brow an Old slouch hat fully half Il
size too large, was carouslng deIlrious-
ly with the muddled denizonS leading
them in maudIin song, and melting
them to drunken ribaldry.