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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 12, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Hanbury?" inquired the bank
president of his secretary, inspecting
the card which has been brought to
him. "Do I know anybody named
Hanbury, Jenkins?"
"It's that crazy fellow who has
been trying to see you for weeks
past," replied the secretary. "He in
sists that his business is personal and
""Does he look dangerous, Jen
ins?" "No, sir, but dogged as they make
tnem. In fact, he's such a nuisance
that I thought I would ask if you
cared to see him."
"Send him in, Jenkins," answered
Myers. "One never knows. And, if
he develops symptoms of insanity I
will touch the bell under the desk."
"Very good, sir," answered the sec
retary. The man who entered did not be
i.ay any symptoms of insanity. He
was about 50 years of age, a little
down at heel, with ill-fitting, shabby
clothes, but not the type that would
attempt violence. He paused in the
middle of the room and lodked hard
at Myers.
"Well, sir?" demanded the presi
dent "I guess you don't know me," said
Hanbury, "so I may as well tell you
who I am. My wife died last month,
leaving me with a girl eight years old.
I've got to provide for her."
"Plenty of people are in the same
predicament," replied the other.
"But in this case it is you who are
going to assist her. I need $500 to
get a share in a new business ven
ture." "I don't think you have the right
party," said Myers, with a smile of
amusement. "Nobody ever black
mailed me in his life. You'd better
not try. It won't pay you."
"It's blackmail, all right," the visitor
answered, taking a letter from his
pocket "First let me tell you the
name of my wife. She was Miss Con
nie Stevens."
The president remained impassive
but his face blanched. Hanbury was
quick to notice it He uttered a short
In that moment of delay Myers'
mind went back to the early days
when he was a copra buyer in the
South seas. He had had adventures
there, he had done things which had
made him eagerly sought after by his
M Guess You Don't Know Me.'
own government He had amassed a
fortune there, but he had lost' the
woman he loved, who waited for him
in America,
Of all the bitterness that he had
known, bitterest was the remem
brance of that night when he had
written a remorseful letter to Con
nie Stevens. He told her all the in
cident of the kidnaping of the Kana
kas, the death of the old chief who
tried to rescue the men whom Myers
had enslaved, the bloody tale of mur-
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