The record-union., 1897-07-04

work. Besides he was with the mighty
Howler Mike, who would see that no
harm came to him. Nevertheless, she
worried and watched till bedtime, and
the next morning resumed her anxious
search. Again he did not come AS
the day passed the Growers joined
her, but they could not keep up with
her as she ran about the neighborhood.
On the third day she was in despair,
till on one of her mad runs she came
suddenly upon Mike. He was about to
enter the saloon when she seized him.
Mike, Mike she cried, where s
Scotty?"
"Scotty? Seotty who?"
The girls face became white Then
she recovered, and, smiling confidential
ly, she rose on tiptoe to whisper:
I'm on ter de game, Mike. He told
me. Where's he hidin' hisself?"
What did he tell We? Who?"
why, Scotty; about de dimonts,
Mike"
What kind of a song an dance are
ye givin' me, kid? Go way"
Maggie stepped back stunned. hor-
rified. Her face was distored with fear
and hatred. She sprang at the man
and said in a low, sure voice:
Il know. You've trun him down:
you've left him in de lurch / kin see
1t in yer scared face. But l know what
ter do. I'll squeal ter de police
She turned away. Mike clutched her
by the shoulder
Hold up, Maggie girl; I'll treat We
on de square, an tell ye all I know.
n.y. 1ieya "a,
us, but he didn't show up an de game
feli trough. l guess he was scared
For moment Maggie was deceived.
Mike slipped into the saloon, and when
she came to her senses he was out
OF sight. She let herself slide down
along the wall to the sidewalk. and the
tears welled to her eyes. Then they
stopped. The policeman on post was
coming up the street. She saw him,
and as he walked rapidly towards her,
ne seemed to faScinate her She gazed
at him like one hypnotized. And Mike,
who had seen the policeman, too. was
held motionless watching the girl. He
was peering at her from a dark corner
OF the saloon, and he knew what was
on the girls mind He did not dare
come out. All he could do was to
await her decision.
AS the officer approached the girls
breath came quicker and quicker. He
could help her, but to win his interest she
would have to give away the GrowI-
ers, and that to the slum girl was a
dreadful thing to do. She felt sure.
however, that the Growers had sacri-
ficeds Scotty7 to save themselves. To
punish Mike would have been sweet.
On the other hand she remembered
how Scotty hated the police; he would
go to prison rather than "suueal'' to
them. Her mind changed so often in
the struggle that it seemed to be swing
ing IN time with the policemans step.
she wished he would hurry; then she
shrank from his approach AS he came
near she could hear him whistling soft
ly, idly, light-heartedly. He looked her
way and stopped his tune.
Good mornin' to We, Miss Flynn. -
There was banter in his gallantry.
Good mornin', Mr.. Kelly
He passed on whistling again. Mike
went weakly up to the bar and or
dered drink. And Maggie, almost
glad, put her face in her hands and
Wept
Yet Kelly could have told the girl
about two entries on the station house
blotter made the morning after Scot
ty went away which would have ex-
planned why he never came back. One
said:
An attempt was made during the
nlght to burglarize the premises at No.
l9o Maiden Lane, occupied by -
as a jewelry store. A window in the
rear of the building was broken from
the outside, but nothing in the store
was disturbed by the thieves
The other entry read:
In the basement area back of the
Jewelry store at No. 1S9 Maiden Lane
the body of an boy was found at )
O'Clock. Removed to this station y
J. Lincoln Steffens, in New York
Evening Post.