The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1903-05-14

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check"
II suppose" said. that you've left
some clew to the lady's IDENTIFY
''Oh. yes" said DOlan. You'll find
it all down there. indicating the papers
which were slowed away in an inner
pocket OF my Norfolk jacket, "She
called herself Mrs. Hatteras when
knew her first. and / came across het
In boarding house az Denmark HIM.
"Hatterasy said Nolan. who was
busy in loading Cp his pipe. and lean
Ing forward on the upturued biscuit
box on which he sat. SO that neither OF
Us could see bis face.
"Ha,terSs" echoed Dolan. THAT
was the name. she was a sort Of grass
widow. She seems 10 have been mar
ricd 10 a brute OF fellow who didn't
care for her. She left him after years
Of suffering. and took her mothers
maiden name. Who she really was |
never knew. but when we began 10 ex.
change condolences she told me Just
that much about herself DOlan
sighed heavily and adjusted the travel.
ing rug which lay upon his knees.
There was never any real harm be-
tween Us he went on, though that
wasn't M fault. for 1 went quite mad
about her. and I would have run away
with her 70 the ends OF the earth il
she'd been willing. 1 tell you what II
is. you fellows. There arC things in
this world that can't understand.
Such a pretty. con6dlng, helpless little
wonan-and that hulklng brute Of
husband OF hers used to beat her.
Nolan cleared his throat and slipped
his pannikin. The Ineffective. smoky
little lamp we had afforded a very poor
light but something gave me the i'm
preston that be was rather strangely
moved.
Il wonder" he said. In a casual tone,
If we are thinking Of the same person.
knew a little woman who called her
self Mrs. Hatteras. who told pretty
much that sort Of story. Did she ever
give you any clev TO her husbands
profession"
No" said Doian. mot that I remem-
her," He paused and relit his pipe
I've never so much as named her 10
a soul till now" be went on rather
haltingly. Il mean I've never limited
at my infatuation for her. But it's 4
sort Of deathbed confession. I suppose.
I've never been much Of a believer in
presentments. but don't think I shall
come out Of the scrap tomorrow.
DONE want 70. for one thing
You'll die when your time comes.
my lad, like tie rest OF US" said Nolan.
THAT Mrs. Hatteras now. Little
brown-eyed woman. wasn't she? Brown
hair, with n tinge Of auburn in II. AIDE.
lalde Mary was her Christian name
by Joye"' cried Dolan. when did
you know her: What did you know
about herr"
"Oh," said Nolan, Il knew her pretty
well. l knew her husband. never
had any particular liking or respect
for the fellow, but that's all rot about
his beating her. He was a harum-sca-
rum, worthless sort Of a fend, but
woman beating was never his line OF
country"
"She said So" answered Dolan hotly.
"Oh, yes said Nolan. Il know she
said so. We oil make excuses for our.
selves Of one sort or another That
wasn't true"
I'D believe her against the world"
cried Dolan.
Naturally" the other answered.
Have you got any presentlments
about tomorrow, Chve?"
Except that know that we're in
/ most particularly ugly corner" re.
sponded, land that it's something like
ten to one chance against all Of u.s."
Well" said Nolan, the customarily
silent reticent man, Il have mine. You
two will come out Of the scrlmmage
and shan't. know IT,"
"Why. my dear Nolan" I began.
you've been in as tight a corner"
MANY q time" he interrupted. "And
never had a scratch. And always
knew I shouldn't I'm a Celt, you
know, and my family always dealt IN
second sight. I'm going to turn in,
boys"
lie bestowed himself to sleep, and
Dolan and | gradually fell to whisper
ing. He pulled locket from his
breast and showed me a miniature.
III they lay me out tomorrow" he
said, you may find this useful as
means Of Identification"
I looked at the locket for awhile, un-
til he gently withdrew 1t from my
hand, and buttoned it underneath his
pocket near his heart. 1t was Just a
gil, and. as Mrs. Browning saws, girls