Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-12-05

had not bese eus alone q niehs fog twenty
years, but caynt help IL"
The night air v.: bitterly chm; she did not
frame, but the horse, the colt Joshua hoped 70
sen for . hundred dollaxu he might catch cold /
Would she better wrap her shawl about him or
walk him around The little open plot Of ground
70 exercise his musclss2 In one case she should
be cold, IN the other-she did not dare under
take the otherl 80 abe wrapped the colts
tanks In the warm wooden, pinnine Il about the
neck, and an astonishing hooking beast he was,
thus eeparisonsd, 70 be sure. Then Judith
solemnly jumped up and down and smots her
three-quarters struck.
A lantern 6ickered at the corner Of the VII
lage street.-The ticket agent was coming to the
station. From the opposite direction came
some one else. Two strides placed her in front
slight, wel-dressed man, with a neat travelling
bag In his hand. He had observed Judith s
grotesque antics already. mad" was his de-
cision, perhaps, for he started nervously and
esssyed to edge by her.
''Mr. Starting" spoke the old woman in her
quavering, sweet pipe; "Mr. Starring, my hus-
band tried to get our money from you this
afternoon and you wouldn't give it TO him.
"iii you please give it to me?"
why, Mrs. Crest / didn't recognize you.
exclaimed the banker, smoothing his brow.
Yes, Mr.. Crest came after the bank was closed.
II you will go there tomorrow morning at i,
will be all right
, want ~ now. got to have 1t now. She
had slipped her hand in her little black bag.
but, my dear madam, l haven't got il with
ar uon carry the bank In my pocket
Il tell you l got to have my money. You
snan carry 1t away-oh, for the Lords sake be
InsH 70 us, Mr.. Starting; ITS everything
u Usuua anu me mas saved working hard foi
thirty years Wen lose our farm il We don't
nave IT.
IN, mer voice rose shrilly end there were people
oaeK on the platform now.
lou TOOL! haven't got it." he snarled,
Pushing ner aside. he could hear the whistle
y. .ne aPpIoacning tram Tor Chicago, 1t was
stopping at Delmar, five miles away.
instead OF recoillng she flung herself on him
Vo over az ms ear.
linen uoo nave mercy on your wicked soul
Tor 10 you are dead man" cried Judith Crest
i give you time for one prayer-unless you
move. He could see her face set in CHASTITY
LILY OF despair and resolve, the pistol was cold
as the grave. worse. there was hideous wriggle
about the thing, as il the desperate creatures
nano usm9ied-what II her finger slipped!
70 move his head. '.Why can't you wait 9
minute! where's your check?'
never mind my check, L caynt wait"
wall! ne cried franticaliy. suppose
give you the money. How much is it'
SIX thousand. two hun"
wen, take that internal thing of my head
and will get it for YOU"
You got to get it with it on your head.
9on trust you. You got the use of your hands
lake the money out and count 1t and put it in
my bag
starting could see the distant headlight OF
the train. He ground an oath between bis
Teeth, but he pulled out his pocket book.
walk along nearer the light or strike q
| match on your pants, l cayn't see the bills. -
Tue relentless quayerlng old voice went on. He
that swiftly nearing train overmastered every.
thing else. She hitched her bag further down