Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-09-24
PART ill.--continued.


mo doubt of it--that is, If you
promise him immunity"
"We'll do more than that" said
Ford. 1--we been thinking of what
Mansel did-saving the Regents pas.
sengers-and can tell him that after
he's helped us out by testlfying he
can come to me and I'll see that he
gets a fresh start"
II cali that mighty liberal Of you"
said the ambassador.
iris Ford shook his head. mo
Mansel will be doing great thing for
baseball-helping to soak the gam
blers--so he deserves consideration
Besides. there must be plenty Of good
In a real hero like him."
Ought to be, and bet there is"
The ambassador pulled out his watch,
/ caught the time and got quickly to
! his feet. IF you'll excuse me-" he
said. "I'll complete the Job with the
British ambassador SOS we both can
get back to Rome. Won't / see you
therew
Sure" answered Iris Ford, 1--WE
play game Of ball there before long
our club and the new worlds cham
plons."
"0f course! ! hadn't forgotten that
big event. Keep this under your
shirt-I've promised the president to
get the king to see the game"
"Finew
The ambassador gripped iris Ford
by the hand preparatory to going.
"One minute, please" begged Ford.
John Bismer bobbed his head.
Sunny thing-but Mr.. Shute has
got 1t awful bad-got stuck on aglrl
Why"-Tris Ford leaned toward the
ambassador--"s made him forget
all about being kidnaped-forget all
about baseball~ This was the eli
max.
Forget baseball! The ambassador
couldn't believe It,
Eyes, sir. Why-he hasn't asked me
thing about the world series yet,
and ! haven't had chance to tell
him about the round-the-world trip Of
our club and the worlds champions
"You don't tell me! He has got 1t
bad. Hope she's the right girl"
"Shute swears she is-all right in
every department. She's what l want
to talk to you about If you'll give me
a minute more"
The ambassador was obviously sur
prised.
you can help" iris Ford added
quickly. "You see she's an American
girl, and she's In trouble-in trouble
over here"
"Over here? Where?" For the first
time the ambassador spoke sharply.
Genoa"
"She's not Imogen Leonardo
"Thats her name-lmogen Leonard.
And Win Shute says she's mighty
fine girl"
"T'll be DID," exploded his excel
lency John Bismer. Then, after a
period devoted to deep thought:
'Does the White House know any
thug of this-knOw your man Shute's
Interested in this particular young
woman?"
mot as l know" answered Ford.
'Dldn't know 1t myself till lessun an
hour ago. But l say-why did you
ask"
1t was the born diplomat, Tristram
Carllngford. who put the question.
1t was the ambassador ex-onicio
who parted:
Because Washington knows that
Imogen Leonard is under surveillance
BY the Italian government. II Is an
International matter. And for the i
= present, / regret to say, can do moth
ing for you. l bid you good-mornng,
Mr. Ford"
The ambassador bOwed-rather
stif1ly, the manager of the Glant-kill-
ers afterward thought-and hurried
off. His gait at least was not accord
ing to the canons of diplomatic usage.
Literally and fignratively Iris Ford
threw up his hands when he got back
to Win Shutes room.
The president of the United States
had been indicted into office with one
dominating ambition, namely, to place
a trust magnate behind the bars.
While engaged In popularizlng himself
with the electorate he had attacked
the giant combinations, and especially
Iambasted the heads of the trusts.
Guilt, he insisted, was personal,
therefore nothing short of mag
Mates confinement in penal institu-
ton would make the punishment fit
the crime"
But when 1t came actually to pick
ing the one trust-the one magnate
upon whom the presidential wrath was
to descend-it was far from an easy
assignment. The ramifications of big
business were multifarious, and to |
turn in one direction was to tread on |
some important body's money-crusted
corns In another. Ultimately, the
presidents own predictions infu- |
enced him-unconsciously, of course.
As boy he had been afraid of fire
arms Of every variety. Hunting held |
for him no lure. Even when he be- |
came first citizen the presidential sa-
Lutte Of twenty-one guns made him
jump. He much preferred Hall to
the Chief" capably rendered by some
ing brass and juggling cymbal. No,
the president wasn't sportsman. He |
was an advocate of peace. Thus. I'M !
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