The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1901-06-01

feel that she had earned the right to
her freedom when she got it. After
awhile, through the gray light of COM
,ng dawn. she began to discern the
buildings of the city.
\ little later the tender was scrap
ing against the piles of the wharf. Az
she went ashore. Mrs. Goddard saw
that two or three sleepy custom Off
GERS We're hurriedly passing the hand
luggage without examination. 1t was
| evident that only the trunks would
have to bear close scrutiny. One of the
officers caught her arm and turned her
i, round. but when he saw how small her
bag was. he gruf1ly begged her pardon
and she passed on out of the throng
into the cold. deserted streets of the
sleeping city.
THE dead is alive" she muttered,
| 'and very much alive!"
Without much trouble she found the
| Hamilton house. and "Mrs. Charles
Gray" was soon in big comfortable
| room.
Now, if Lucy only passes the custom
officers safely there will not be one
single thing to bother me-" she said.
| And what is to hinder her?"
| Eut as the morning passed and her
companion did not appear, her elation
changed to anxiety. What could have
delayed the woman? Surely something
had arisen. even at this .ate hour, to
rouse suspicion. Mrs. Goddard walked
the floor like Gagged beast. Noon came
and passed. and the afternoon dragged
itself along at a snail's pace. She was
lIraid to go out i'll the street. For
aught she knew the police, having arr
;estsd her accomplish, was now turn
NO Liverpool! upside down to find trace
Of her. The first shadows of night
all were like palpable substances
which rasped a brain now inaamed
With fears and direful imaginings.
"ENposurs!" seemed to be written in
etters Of fire on the unlighted walls of
her chamber. "Sucide!" was the next
word she saw, but she brushed it aside.
he would not even think of such a
.tan. Even after this game was played,
| And had entertained the victims of the
a:ne-day sensation habit. there would
ct bs other fields for the exercise of
Ge: fru t:u brain. The word had al
Nays seemed so large to her-so full
4 resources.
At ten o'clock she heard some one
coming up the stairs. She weighed the
,:ead, wondering if it was a police
mans. No. it was too light for that. 1t
vas woman's. Opening the door, she
aw Mrs. Nolan standing before her in
the i.l-liyhted corridor. She drew her
in, her fears completely dominating
her speech.
II know you are angry. but l could
not help it?" began Mrs. Nolan in a
harsh undertone.
what was ?" demanded Mrs. God.
dard; don't keep me waiting"
ut was lot Of things: did my best,
but the custom officers would not let
ne have your trunks"
SIS that all?'
"No. they held me there for several
hours asking all manner of questions
about you and making me swear tc
statements. ! swore enough lies &c
draw pension from the kingdom OF
He'll for the rest of my life. 1t was all
: about the ownership of the contents
OF the trunks and which were your
things and which mine"
Then they id not suspect us of-?'
"No, it. was only about the things
Then after had managed to get pos
session OF my trunks, by showing my
name on them, | slipped away and go
cab that took me to the PORTLAND
house. thought I would be free
but the police officers kept calling tt
make other inquiries and get me tt
make other atfdavits about the colo
OF your hair. your age, your residence
the name of your husband, and wha
MOI Then they had no sooner givel
me breathing spell than the report
ers and foreign correspondents begal
to troop i'm
"Reporters?" Mrs. Goddard pro
nounced the word as if she wer,
learning to speak English.
"Yes, you don't mean to say yo,
haven't seen the afternoon papers!
Mrs. Nolan drew three damp one
from her cloak pocket. 81 can't i'm
agine what you have been doing al
day. They have been yelling you
name all over Liverpool"
II thought it would get into print
, of course" said Mrs. Goddard. Sh
had Gained down considerably ant
now set herself to the task before hel
"Of course, 1 can't go wthou
| clothes" she murmured, refectively
land let those stupid limbs of the Law
| ship every rag | have back to tn
: major 1t would upset him awfully
Now, let me Think
| ITO Be Continued