The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-06-04

volco-the voice OF fear-cried hOarsely:
"Where is it? Where is it," Then went
up to the roofs the roaring and the laugh
ter OF great crowd. yelIs, catcalls. ki-yis
and hootings many times multiplied. Her
saint had heard her at last and caused
Sister Ursula to disregard the pains of GO
ing through the window. Her one desire
now was to reach that haven, to jump
dive, leap-fr0g through it if necessary, and
shut out the unfortunate maniac. It was
took care Of the bottle. A long course of
afternoon calls. with refreshments at clubs
in the intervals is not such good training
as the care Of the sick in all weathers for
sprinting over a course laid at 80 degrees.
Nor again cane the best of athletes 20
swiftly up ladder if he carries = priceless
violin in one hand and its equally priceless
bow in his teeth. and handicaps himself
with vanished leather buttoned boots.
They climbed, the one below the other.
The window At the foot Of the invalid's
bed was open. At the next window was
the white face of the invalid. Sister Ur.
sula reached the sash, threw it I'D. went
through-let no man ask how-shut it
gently, bnt with amazing quickness, and
sank painting at the foot Of the bed. one
hand on the bottle.
There was no other way" she painted.
"The door was locked. could not help.
Oh! He 10 here!"
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the window level inch by inch. The vio-
lin bow was between his teeth. and his
hat hung over one eye in the fashion of
early dawn.
IFS Colt van Cott," said the invalid.
slowly and critically. "He looks quite an
Old man. Cott and his Strad. How very
bad for the Strad!"
open the window. Where is itf Is
there q way Open the window :"
roared Colt. without removing his violin
bow.
Sister Ursula held up one hand warn
ingly as she stopped over the invalid.
For the second time did Colt van Colt
misinterpret the gesture and heaved him.
self upward, the violin and the bow click
ing and rafting at every stride. He was
ffeeing to the leads to save his life and hi,
violin from death by fire-ire in the base
ment--and the crowd in the street roared
below him with the roar Of fulfilled con-
tagration.
The Invalid fell back on the pillows and
wiped his eyes. The hands of the clock
were on the hour appointed for the medi-
cine, lacking only the thirty seconds
necessary Tor pouring il into n winegiass
He took II from Sister Ursula's hand. still
shaking with helpless .aurhte~
God bless you Sister Ursula" he said.
| "Iou've saved my h;e."
Tine medicine was to be given" she,
answered simply. II could not help
| coming that way"
| IF yoa only knew" said the invalid.
| IF you only knew, saw it from ont of
| the windows. Good heavens, the dear old
! world is Just the same rs ever. | must GET
| back To IL. | must positively get vel and
! get back. And, Sister Ursula 90 YOU mind
/ telling me. when you're qalte composed.
! everything that happened between the
| time the door shut and~and YOU came in
| that wayF''
| After a lite Sister Ursula told and the
| Invalid laughed himself ia n: once more
! When SISTER Ursula re-estied the pillows
her hand fell on the butt of a revolver that
| had come from the desk bv he head of the
| bed. she did n0i uadersta nd " ha, il ass
| but the sight panied her.
! Wait inmate" said the invalid. and
| he took one little brass thin Sle- ike thing
from its inside. II wanted 10 use II for
| something before YOU went out. bu, saw
| you come up. aud l dom, wan, {, anv
| more. l must certainly ge, back In the
world again. Dear old world, N,ee n a
world! And Mrs. Cassidy PRAYED xi,h
| you IN the cellar. did she? And Van CO..,
thought II Was a ire? DO you know. SIS.
/ ter Ursula. that all those .hinss wonIa
/ have been impossible on any other nlanst ,
| I'm going % get veil. Sister Ursula
In the long night Sister Ursula. hlu.h.
| Ing ali over under the eyes Of tie nivh,.
| light, heard him laughing softly in hi.
s.eep. EupyagD kIrLINs.