Audubon County journal., 1920-06-03

and with impulsive courage fairly
shot question at him. "Were you try
ing to blackmail my father?"
Some people might have called it
something worse" he replied easily;
and he was thinking: ''She's beauti-
ful-beautiful This must be the sort
men go crazy over. The sort men do
things for"
what were you doing?" she in
sisted
"Why so inquisitive?" he countered.
She looked annoyed. "W-would YOU
mind telling me your name?" she
asked, and dug her nails into her
palms upon feeling her cheeks burn
| ing.
lie 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, l remember YOU
now. You are the one l gave dollar
to yesterday. | believe you said your
name was Fitz-Fitz something OF
| other?"
"FitZhugh."
"Oh, yes-Daniel Fitzhugh! 1 re-
member perfectly now."
I'm 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 dangerous
K foly ;,,1v,
of addressing his daughter Otis cool
ness had vanished. his restraint
snapped.
Fitzhugh took the girls hand, and
In 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 your" 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 a
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 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
L
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 of last nights
\ fhot tL ";
| 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
| 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
man dodge into an alley short way
| ahead. and though he caught but a
| 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 rum tackled him
from the rear and dexterously twisted
the parcel from his grasp.
whats 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 stretch this time you'll
| remember THAT'S anouyb FOR xo,, tr
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
| 1t to the desk sergeant.
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