"And I knew that Joseph Gilday was the top of the lot. So I went to him, and when I came in I stopped short, for I saw he looked perplexed, and I said: 'I'm in trouble, sir, and my life depends on it, and other lives, and I need the best of advice; so I've come to you. I'm Larry Moore of the Giants; so you may know I can pay.' Then I sat down and told him the story, every word as I've told you; and when I was all through, he said quietly:
"'What are you thinking of doing, Mr. Moore?'
"'I think it would be better if she came back, sir,' I said, 'for her and for the child. So I thought the best thing would be to write her a letter and tell her so; for I think if you could write the right sort of a letter she'd come back. And that's what I want you to show me how to write,' I said.
"He took a sheet of paper and a pen, and looked at me steadily and said: 'What would you say to her?'
"So I drew my hands up under my chin and thought awhile and said: 'I think I'd say something like this, sir:
"'"My dear wife—I've been trying to think all this while what has driven you away, and I don't understand. I love you, Fanny Montrose, and I want you to come back to me. And if you're afraid to come, I want to tell you not a word will pass my lips on the subject; for I haven't forgotten that it was you made a man of me; and much as I try, I cannot hate you, Fanny Montrose."'
"He looked down and wrote for a minute, and then he handed me the paper and said: 'Send that.'
"I looked, and saw it was what I had told him, and I said doubtfully: 'Do you think that is best?'
"'I do.'
"So I mailed the letter as he said, and three days after came one from a lawyer, saying my wife could have no communication with me, and would I send what I had to say to him.