Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-10-29
For Love, Liberty and Honor.
BY w. S. SNYDER.


tion made free passageway for a
man who was fastening at the top of
his speed to the ferry. When he came
to where another street intersected
Cortlandt he lodged in and out be-
tween the wagons with surprising agil-
ity and without perceptibly slackening
his pace.
He was a peculiar-looking man.
Scarcely five feet tall, with shoulders
Of the breadth of a large and portly
man, a large head, set upon a thick,
short neck, derby hat two sizes too
large resting on his prodigious ears,
and exposing a broad, bulging fore
head; small at the waist, with slender
legs bowed almost to deformity and
toes that Tapped over each other as he
ran, he attracted scrutinizing atten-
ton.
Some Of the people who made way for
him stopped and gazed after him un-
til he was lost to sight by the filling
up of the gap which had been made to
let him pass. Even the stalwart DO
liceman, who carefully guards the foot
steps of the almost constant throng of
pedestrians to and from the ferry,
momentarily relaxed his vigilance, as
the dwarf shot by him, and rushed into
the ferry house. If the people who saw
the dwarf had suspected his errand he
would have been surrounded as by
mob.
He passed the ticket punchers be-
fore they had time call upon him to
halt. By the time they thought of
their duty, the dwarf was tapping
man on the arm. This man stood
near the gate leading to the boat,
which was just coming in.
The man whom the dwarf tapped on
the arm was fully six feet tall. He
was dressed in the somewhat worn and
ill-ftting garments of a laborer. Over
his right eye was a green patch. His
beard was two days old, and he had
been clean shaven when a razor last
touched his face. His slouch hat was
pulled well down on his forehead
The dwarf spoke to the man as he
turned about and bent his head down
ward.
"But l cannot come, Jimmy" he
said.
Again the dwarf spoke to him in a
whisper. Then the two turned away
together. They went directly to the
Sixth avenue elevated station, the
dwarf walking behind. When they
reached Twenty-eighth street it was
dark and rain was falling.
They went briskly toward Fifth ave-
nue., where they turned up town,
walked a few minutes, and the dwarfs
companion paused. When Jimmy
came up he said.
"You must go in."
But l cannot"
"She is waiting for you"
The man went up the steps, reaching
the threshold just as the door opened.
He stepped inside. The door closed.
Jimmy waited until he heard sob just
as the door was closing. Then he hur-
ried away. His work was only partly
done.
He walked briskly, and in a little
while ascended the steps of residence
on Madison avenue. The door opened
before he had touched the bell. He
went inside and young woman closed
the door. The dwarf followed her up
one fight of stairs into a sitting room,
which was evidently her own. When
she had closed the door she said:
"Well, Jimmy?
"He is with his mother"
"Thank you, Jimmy. You may 60"
When the dwarf had gone the young
woman stood looking apparently at the
figures of the carpet at her feet. But
If she had ever known what the fig
ures were, they were then as far from
her thoughts as the date of the dis
covery that the world was round. This
young woman was Elizabeth Dalow.
She was not beautiful. Her face was
too strong for beauty. But novice in
character reading must have seen that
she would be impressive anywhere.
Passing into another room, she
quickly returned in macintosh and
was ready to go out She passed
quietly down the stairway opened the
door gently, and moment later was
walking swiftly down the avenue.
Later she passed up the steps where
the dwarf had left the man with the
green patch over his eye. The door
opened at her touch. She, too, was
evidently expected. An elderly woman
conducted her to room at the rear
of the hall, smothering her sobs as
they went. Before she touched the
door knob she turned in response to
hand upon her shoulder. Elizabeth
spoke-only a word:
Courage"
Then they entered the room. Both
stood looking at each other. The eyes
of the elder woman were suffused with
tears, those of Elizabeth were filling,
but her face was no longer stern.
Elizabeth spoke:
"He is here?"
"Yes."
"Shall l see him?"
yes"
Mrs. Julia Gaylord was GO years OF