The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-06-25
Yelled Eyes.
BY MARGARET STOVAL. CCnnvrfUhf 1Q0o l,xy INaitxy Story pub q

| BY MARGARET STOVAL. l Copyright, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Col
 Want to go to Jail this morning. Miss CarlyleT'
 | Miss Carlyle. erstwhile reporter. now
 literary editor of The Minneapolis Press,
 looked up half frowningly as the door oi | her office opened quickly and d tall, alert young man put the above question. The City Editor said he thought yoI would. went on the young man, coming | forward to her desk and smiling at the deepening frown. You see he can't quite forget that you're not reporting any more, especially when he gets in fix. The girl we've got cut there on your old desk
 never could do | story like this. Besides,
 l rather thought you wouldn't mind help ipS ma out"
 Miss Carlyle stopped frowning. She
 even laughed a little as she pushed her copy paper to one side.
 That's persuasive way to put it. You knoT I'm always glad to help you out. It's no wonder you are star reporter
 you'd jolly a story out of an oyster of course I'll go. But what is it?
 Together Miss Carlyle and Thomas Me kergow, star police. reporter of The Press, left The office. It is doubtful if anyone in Minneapolis knew that McKergows name was Thomas, for his mother lived a
 thousand miles away in village in East
 ern Ontario. Jerry" he was, first, last and all the time known, even to the ra a'1- CT digniied Miss Carlyle. though no one could have told just why.
 It's human interest again, Miss Carlyle" Jerry was saying as they walked down the steps Of The Press office. What you call a little pathet.' can't tell Tn | sure just why the City Editor thinks he wants 1t. But tt certainly will make good reading and things are slow today. Do you remember the girl who was brought tp trial the other .fay for stealing ring She acknowledged that she stole 1t; said to the judge sine wasn't going to lie about 1t. He wanted to send for her mother to take her home, but she told him she'd rather serve time in the House of Cor w,ce ovsr than let her mothar know anything about It."
 "Yes." assented Miss Carlyle briefly,
 Out what am I to do?"
 Cameron wants the story of her life and heart to heart talk. l guess, and we'll you know, Miss Carlyle?'
 "Tell mo what you know about her?' demanded the ntwspa per woman.
 IT isn't much" ans Vercd the ma fir pm
 the police beat. She's twenty now: She left home when she was ten-I think a
 stepfather wouldn't let her stay. She
 had hard luck and poverty. She is a dainty little creature. l guess she kn !" nice things suited her. She couldn't buy them so she just took something. All she did anyway was to take a diamond out of an old stick pin she found lying ahGut the h ase, where she was working, and put it in a ring setting she had Marjorie Carlyle gave Jerry long,
 searching look Two years in the local room had made ner suspicious of even generous impulses. Jerry met the ques- tioning look of the clear gray eyes stead fly. There was moments silence. Then, as they turned up the steps of the grim prison building, the girl put out her hand. "Pll help you, Jerry, she said simply. Even her two years In the local room had not driven all the quixotic impulses out of Mlrjorie Carlyle Now, as she walked Up the jail stairs to the matron' s room one of them came over her moment later she was within the wo-
 mems quarters. receiving a garrulous wei
 come. for the newspaper woman was ! favorita with the Wdrm-hearted Irish po- lice matron. A moments silence. and then she heard the commonplace voice or
 the Irish matron saving, Agnes, here With "a bright smile and outstretched
 hand. Mario rie stepped forward to meet the girl. who came from the inner room
 the girl she was going to say save ,'s because impulse become even more firm, as ner gaze rested on the fra gile- looking slrl, who passively, let her hand be taken in
 Marjorie's. She was below medium height and had a slender round hgure, | with shapely hands and feet. Her head | was we'll shaped and poised, and her fea- | lures delicate. heavy mass of reddish
 brown hair riippled back softly from her her 1 forehead, and the large hazel eyes were | beautiful as to shape and color.
 | At any other time Miss CarlyleS keen | insight, coupled with her newspaper tram | ing, would have found instantly the weak | points in the story told by the girl, who, with her yelled eyes fixed almost con | stantly on the newspaper woman's sym pathetic face, told her tale with never a break or halt in the narrative, rocking her chair placidly backward and forward | the while. - Sure, Miss Carlyle, dear, you'll know she was just lying" said the Irish mat ron when the interview was over. with | the plain spoken familiarity of those who l touch life on it's raw edges. :, Nothing of the sort, Mrs. McG ulre; ness, q believe her story" and turning quickly, she ran down the stairs leaving