Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-04-03
HALLE KtRKE.
BY MARIE WALSH.
Based on the Popular Play now
being Performed by the
Madison Square Thea
ire Company.
BY MARIE WALSH.
CHAPTER XXI.
IN LONDON STREETS AT MIDNIGHT.

low, with the ialnt nope that Slr Charles
Villas life was not yet extinct For a
moment the horror OF his fate drove his
villainy and her position from her
mind, The two servants reached the
hall at the same moment with Hazel.
The old woman lifted her masters head
and Hazel's face became blanched with
terror as she looked on the features OF
the dead.
SIS he-dead?" faltered she.
"Quite dead, l fear miss" replied
the woman.
"Merciful heavens, what a horrible
DEATH" said Hazel, clasping her hands
to her head.
"a fearful accident, said the man.
"You had better go for q doctor,
Tom. Sir Charles has been a good
master to us, and we must do all we
can for him, though he looks to me
like his soul was in the other world"
When the man unbolted the door
Hazel sprung past him and ran swiftly
down the steps. She heard the man
call to her to come back, but with the
fearful shrek OF her dead enemy ring
ing in her ears, and the imprint OF his
chastity dead face upon her bvain; she
fled down the dark road until she was
obliged to pause from sheer exhaustion.
She sat down on the first doorstep, and
as the night was unusually foggy, she
for some time escaped the vigilant eye
of the policeman as he passed her on
his beat.
Such a tension of both mind and
nerves as she had ,endured' could not
produce almost utter stagnation OF both
mental and physical powers, nor could
she but feel entire prostration, and in
stinctivelY turn aside to rest until she
felt herself able to cope with her failing
strength and to move on again, she
knew not whittier. She fell asleep on
the step, and was aroused in the early
dawn by feeling herself roughly shaken
by the arm. Hazel opened her eyes
and saw policeman bending over her.
"Come, move on or | will take you
in charge"
Hazel got up from the step feeling
cramped and numbed.
''Move on, / say Go home and
don't get drunk again. You'll get sent
to Jail some OF these days!"
"What do you mean. sir?" replied
the poor girl. II was not drunk, only
tired"
"Now, then, don't try to come the
innocent dodge over me-
s "But / was never intoxicated in my
life."
The policeman only smiled grimly
and replied
That's what they all say. I see you
are an old hand at the business. Come
along with me. You must give an ac-
count OF yourself. l don't allow vagrants
on my beat" And he laid his hand OF
Hazel's arm and commenced to drag
her along.
Hazel, in desperation, broke away
from him, crying out:
ooh, don't arrest me! / have com
mitted no wrong"
Here, come along, or III sound an
alarm and get help"
AT this moment a pretty, trim girl
came down the street, and stopped sud
denly when she saw Hazel struggling
in the policeman's grasp. She walked
up to him, saying
T"You let that lady alone; she is nc
Jail bird"
"What do you know about her, Pol
ly?"
"She belongs to the Comedy Theater
where my sister sings in the chorus"
"You are mistaken, Polly, l found
her on the door STEP"
~ don't care where you found her
l tell you she's not the sort you wan
to arrest. Don't you sing at the Com
edy, miss?'
Eyes, miss" replied Hazel. IT wa
i'll and stopped to rest, and must hav,
fallen asleep"
II don't wonder, if you have walked
all this way; it was enough to kill you
Let her go, Jack, Pll take her witt
me-"
"All right, if you know her, but II
advise her, as friend, not to fall ASLEEP
ON door-steps, for she'll get nabbet
some day, and the over jealous guard
of the peace walked on.
The young girl stood looking a
Hazel admiringly. Her sad, beautiful
tear stained face could not help awakel
an interest in the heart of the good
tured girl. The stranger was a prett
girl herself, and evidently had an affec
Tomato disposition that caused her hear
to 60 out toward one OF her own sex
especially one who appeared to be il
such great trouble.
"You look faint, miss" she said
kindly. "Will you not come an
breakfast with me?" placing her han
cordially on Hazel's arm. "You wi
be better after you have had some re
freshment and rest" E
Hazel allowed herself to be led into
pastry-cook,s Is shop near by. Her me-
friend led her to a little table. A prett
trim waitrgss, in dark cashmere dres
and a white muslin apron with coque
tish bows On the bib and pockets. cam
over to where they were and politel
asked theiq fortfieir order.
"Some coffee and rolls" reptile
Hazel's friend.
Hazel wis revived by the hot cup
coffee which she drank, but she coul
not eat.
"You viii be i'll il you don't try
eat something said her companion.
Il hope bt; at any rate, it is an in
possibility. l have no appetite" r,
piled Haze