The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-05-03

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Anxious to see If the storm was abating, I
raised the window and looked out. Rush
Ing clouds with great torn edges met my
eye, and, below, chaos of towering walls
surrounding an abyss in which the mag
tnation could picture nothing save COLI
lection Of foul yards and reeking alleys.
Recoiling from prospect which the con-
dition of my mind and heart made more
than usually gloomy, I turned back from
the possible tragedies hidden behind those
great walls to the actual one in which I
had myself been forced to take SO ungra-
cious part. Mr.. Gillespie was waiting
to speak to me.
II am allowed to give you the names
OF such people as can best assist you in
the removal Of my wife, he remarked.
Here they are, together with the address
In New Jersey where wish her ultimately
carried. Mr.. Gryce will give you what
further information you need"
He placed paper in my hand with a
word of quiet thanks, to which respond
pleasing to Hope. Then he cast glance
at the detective.
II have promised Mr.. Gillespie the
privilege Of passing moment in this
room unseen and alone" observed that
| official, stepping towards the door.
| bowed and withdrew, shutting Mr.
Gillespie in and ourselves out. Instantly
| all the noises in the house crowded
DANGEROUSLY to our ears. Laughter, sing
ing, brawling, the screaming of children
| and the scolding Of their distracted
mothers made sort OF pandemonium,
which little harmonized with the mood
| induced by the pathetic story we had just
heard. But it was not for US to be par
ticular at such moment, and was glad
that had given no sign Of my inward dis
turbance, when Mr.. Gryce suddenly re-
marked: y
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attentive ear turned towards the room
we had just left did not seem to indicate
it). 81 find that such scenes make a
deeper impression upon me than formerly.
I no longer dwell on the skill it takes to
bring them about, but rather muse upon
the mistakes and woes of poor humanity
which makes them possible"
I wished to ask him what he thought OF
Mr.. Gil1espie's prospects, but he gave me
no encouragement to do so, and we re-
manned silent till the door reopened and
Mr.. Gillespie came out.
II am ready now: he quietly informed
us. "Mr. Cultivate, can trust you; and
il Hope" He stopped. and looked the
entreaty he dared not utter.
II will tell her the whole story just as
it has fallen from your lips. You wish
me to-" .-
He signifed his assent, but still looked
wistful.
'sWhen She had heard the true cause Of
the division which has taken place be-
tween you and other members of your
1 family, she will act as her own kind heart
/ will prompt her. I added
! He would have pressed my hand but re.
membering his position as prisoner, re-
Trained.
'Let us co. he now said, in natural re.
coil from the noises which just then
burst in renewed cutlery from every quar-
ter Of the house.
Mr. Gryce gave faint whistle. It was
answered in the same guarded name,
from below. At which the old detective
turned to me with a few final directions
l after which, with a promise to leave me-
we'll guarded, he made a gesture which
;. Mr. Gillespie could not fail to understand
: They began to descend. When Mr.. Gil.
I lespie was halfway down, he gave one
i backward look at the door swaying be.
tween him and what he had loved best or
earth; then he passed on, and was left
standing on that dingy landing, alone.
There was some clamor and no little