Your father says he cannot
conceive of Dick committing a murder. Nor can I. I have a strange
feeling that he did not do it, but, of course, that is silly in the
face of all that has come out. I am sorry for Dick. If David can find
it convenient to befriend him in any way, I am sure he will not
hesitate to help that poor, unfortunate boy who once did him an
unusual service.
"We are leaving at 5.30 for Chicago...."
The weeks passed rapidly for the blissful young Jenisons. The letters
from the far West were full of promise. Even the skeptical David was
compelled to admit to himself that the silver lining was discernible
against the black cloud that Mary Braddock had so deliberately set
herself under.
With his fair young wife he journeyed to New York toward the end of
their first month of married life. It had not required the advice or
suggestion of others to rouse in him a sense of duty. He owed more to
Dick Cronk than he could have hoped to repay under the most favorable
of circumstances: now it seemed utterly impossible to lift the
obligation. His first act was to send a large check to Joey Noakes.
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