no conscience. It's anything, with the new
ones at least, to catch the public eye, and they stir more melodrama into
their truths than the yellow journals do. But Mr. Daniels apologized to
Mr. Tisdale, and explained how he wasn't responsible for the editor's note
or for printing his name, and he did his best to make it up in his report
of the disaster at Cascade tunnel. That story went into the _Press_
straight and has been widely copied."

It was in Jimmie's favor that Lucky Banks had read the newspaper story,
and also that they had had those hours of intimacy at the west portal.
"Well, likely you ain't to blame," the prospector admitted finally, "but
there's people who don't know Hollis Tisdale that might believe what the
magazine says. And, if I was you, I'd take a little run over to Washington
or New York, wherever it is--I'll put up the money--and locate that
editor. I'd make him fix it right, my, yes."

"I should be glad to," said Daniels, brightening, "but it's possible those
missing pages were lost on the way."

"Well, I'd find out," persisted Banks. "And there's other stories I got
wind of when I was in Washington, D.C., and Seattle, too, last time I was
down, that ought to be trailed. Maybe it's just politics, but I know for a
fact they ain't so."

The irony had gone out of Annabel's face. She had seen Hollis Tisdale but
once, yet his coming and going had marked the red-letter day of her life.
Her heart championed Banks' fight for him. She turned her dark eyes from
him to Daniels.

"It's too bad you tried to tell Hollis Tisdale's story for him," she said.
"Even if the magazine had got it all straight, it wouldn't have been the
same as getting it first hand. It's like listening to one of those fine
singers in a phonograph; you can get the tune and some of the words, and
maybe the voice pretty fair, but you miss the man."

With this she rose. "We are ready to go out to the Orchards, Mr. Bailey.
Mr. Banks and I are going to change places with the bride and groom." Then
from her silk bag, she brought forth a bunch of keys which she gave to
Geraldine. "Nukui is going to stay to clear away," she explained, "and
bring our car home. And when you have finished making your plans, and want
to go down to see the newspaper office, he will show you a nice short cut
through the park."

So again the mayor's chocolate six-passenger car threaded the park and
emerged this time on a straight, broad thoroughfare through He