Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-13
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For all the Sin wherrwith the Fncs Of Man
Is blaeken d-Man's forgiveness give--and takei
,,, Ever hear a man like that say thing
like that? No? Well. lists different
Its as If the river had spoken-or a tree
It's so-fts so different
That saved me-that verse that I re-
membered. l said 1t over and over and
over again to myself / fitted 1t to the
ferry whistles on the bay-to the cops
steps ~as they passed again-to the roar of
the l. train and the jangling of the surface
ears. --..
And right in the middle of it-every drop
OF blood In my body seemed to leak out of
me and then come rushing back to my
head heard Toms whistle.
On. IT s easy to say run" and I really
meant it when I promised Tom But you
see hadn't heard that whistle then. When
IT came 1t changed everything 1t set the
devii In me loose. felt as II the world was
tearing something of mine away from me.
stand for 1t? Not Nance Olden.
did rln-but 1t was toward the house.
That whistle may have meant 'Go!" To
me 1t yelled Come"
! got In through the window Tom had
left open. The place was still quiet. No
BODY inside had heard that whistle SO far
as l could tell.
crept aiong-the carpets were thick and
SOFT and silky as the rug I'd had my
hands buried in to keep 'em warm
Along long hall and through a great
room, whose walls were thick with books.
l was making for light / could see at the
back of the house That's where Tom
Dorgan must be and where 1 must be to
find QUITO know.
With my hands out in front of me 1
hurried, but softly. and just as 1 had
reached the pertieres below which the
light Streamed my arms closed about a
thing-coid as marble. nakedI thought 1T
was dead body upright there. and with
cry pitched forward through the curtains
into the lighted room.
Nance!-you devflt'
You recognize 1t? Yep. 1t was Tom. Big
Tom Dorgan, at the foot OF Latimers bed,
his hands above his head and Latimers
gun aimed right at his heart.
Think OF the pluck of that cripple, will
you?
His eyes turned on me for Just a second
and then fixed themselves again on Tom.
But his voice went straight at me, all right
You are something of a thankless devil,
I must admit, Miss-omar." he said.
I didn't say anything. You don't say
things in answer to things like that You
feel 'em.
Ashamed? What do I care for a man
with voice like that! But you
should have heard Toms growl sounded
after it.
why the hill didn't you light out?"
sobbed.
There seems invariably to be a misun-
Outstanding of signals where Miss Omar is
concerned. Also disposition to use strong
language In the lady's presence. Don't you.
young man.
Don't you call me Miss Omart" I blazed
stamping my foot
He laughed a contemptuous laugh.
L could have killed him then l hated him
so. At least. l thought l could; but lust
then Tom sent spark out of the corner of
his eye to me that meant-it meant
You know, Mag, what it would have
meant to Latimer If had done what Tom
eye said.
1 thought at first had done lit passed
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Ia say-the move I'd make-the quick
knocking up of the pistol and then
1t was that-that sight of Tom, big Tom
Dorgan. with rage In his heart and death
it made me sick!
stood there gasping-stood a moment too
long For the curtains were pushed aside
and Burnett. Latimer's servant and the
cop came in.
Tom didn't fight: he's no fool to waste
himself. ""''e
But I-well. never mind about me-
caught glimpse Of a crazy white face on
ooy pody In the great glass opposite
and heard by own voice break into some
thing I'd never heard before
rom STOOD at last with the handouts on
It's your own fault you damned little
ci1ump; ne said TO me. as they went out
You lie. Mag Monahan, he's no such
tnns! lie may be a hard man to live with.
pu1 ne mlne-rny Tommy Tom!
What? Latimer?
H. 81, " gu KNOW, II funny about him.
He'd told the cop that I'd peached~peached
Why2 HE
That's what he said himself when we
were alone. VIC
In order to insure for myself arotbe,
OF your interesting visits l suppose Miss
not Omar? All right . . = Tell me can Id
ss. IT., for e. you? Aren't you sick of this
Get Tom out Of Jail"
de shook his head
you such turn" W w
II don't want any friend that ,s,,.
Toms" '' 1911
he threw the pistol from him and pulled
hin. self up till he sat looking at me
fellow like that?" 80
What's that to your 7 Turned IN 90
To me! Things of that sort are nothing
Oh course, TO meme that 1uckless Pot He
marr,d in making But tell me-can a girl
nc state when that fellow told you with
his eyes to murder me?"
How did you know"
How! The glass See over yonder /
could watch every expression on both your
faces What was it-what was it. child.
that made you-oh, If you owe me single
heartbeat of gratitude. tell me the TRUTH
You've said it YOURSELF
''What?
That line we read the other night about
the luckleSs Pot -
His face went gray and he fell back on
his pillows. The strenuous life we'd been
leading him. Tom and l. was too much for
him. l guess.
Do you know. 1 really felt sorry I'd said
1t. But he is a cripple. Did he expect me
to say he was big and strong and dashing-
like Tom?
l left him there and got out and away.
But do you know what l saw Mag be-
side his bed; just Burnett came to put
me out?
My old blue coat with the buttons-the
bell boys coat Ia left in the housekeeper's
room when L borrowed her Sunday rig. The
coat was hanging over a chair and right
by 1t, on table, was that big book with a
picture covering every page. still open at
that verse about
Thro ugh this same Garden-and for one in
vain!
No-no-no! No more whining from
Nance Olden. Listen to what I've got to
tell you, Mag. listen!
You know where | was coming from yes
terday when l passed Troyton' window
and grinned up at you, sitting there franz
ed In bottles of hair tonic, with all that red
wig OF yours streaming about you?
Yep. from that little, rat-eyed lawyers
office. I was glum as mud felt as though
Tom and myself were both flies caught by
the leg-he by the law and 1 by the lawyer
lin a sticky mess; and the more we tapped
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