Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-09
now when she'll want to bs expert in these

know when she'll want to b expert In these
things.
She made me lie down on a couch while
she turned the lamp low, and then left me
alone in a big palace of a bed room filled
with things. And 1 wanted everything l
saw. If 1 could. I'd have lifted everything
in sight.
But every minute brought that doctor
nearer. Soon as 1 could be really sure she
long French windows that opened on the
great stone piazza. 1 unfastened them
quietly, and inch by inch / pushed them
open.
There within ten feet of me stood Edward.
No escape that way. He saw me, and was
tiptoeing heavily toward me. when heard
the door click behind me, and in walked
the dowager back again.
/ flew to her.
Il thought 1 heard some one out there" 1
said. 1T frightened me so that got up to
they?'
She walked to the window and put her
head out. Her lips frightened grimy.
NO. nobody could be out there" she
said. breathing hard. but you might get
nervous just thinking there might be.
Well go to a room upstairs.
And go did, in spite of all l could
plead about feeling well enough now to go
alone and all the rest of 1t. How was to
get out of a second or third story window?
1 began to think about the correction
again as l followed her upstairs. and after
she'd left me l just sat waiting Tor the
doctor to come and send me there. l dldn t
much care till / remembered the bishop.
could almost see his face as 1t would look
when he'd be called to testify against me.
and I'd be standing in that railed-ln prls-
oner's pen. in the middle of the court room.
where Dan Christensen stood When they
tried him.
No. l couldn't bear that. not without a
fight, anyway. 1t was for the bishop u
got into this part of the scrape. I'd get
out of 1t SOS he shouldn't know now PAD
thing a girl can be.
While l lay thinking 1t over the same
maid that had brought me the tea came IN.
She was ugly. thin little thing: II she s
a sample of the maids in that house the
lot of them would take the kink out of
your pretty hair, Thomas J. Dorgan. es-
quire late of the house of refuge and soon
of Moyamensing. Don't throw things
People in my set, mine and the dowagers.
don't.
She had been sent to help me undress,
she said. and make me comfortable The
doctor lived just around the corner ana
would be in in minute.
Phew, She wasn't very promising, put
she was my only chance. l took her.
Il really don't need any help, thank you:
Nora" l said, clipper as sparrow, ana
remembering the name the dowager had
called her by. Aunt Henrietta is too
fussy. don't you think? Oh. of course
YOU won't say a word against her she
told me the other day that shed never
had maid so sensible and quick-witted,
too. as her Nora. Do you know, I've
mind to play joke on the doctor when he
comes. You'll help me, won't you? on.
| knew you will,' Suddenly | remembered
the bishops bill. l took it out of my
pocket. Yep. Tom, that's where it went
l had to choose between giving that skinny
maid the biggest tip she ever got In her
life-or Nance Olden TO the correction.
You needn't swear. Tom Dorgan. | fancy
if I'd got there, you'd got worse. No, you
bully you know l wouldn't tell; but the
police sort Of know how to pair our kind.
In her cap and apron. | let the doctor
in and myself out. And l don't regret
thing up there in the square except that
lovely red coat with the high collar and
the hat with the fur on it. I'd sive-Tom.
get me a coat like that and I'll marry you
for life.
No. there's one thing I could do better If
it was to be done over again. [ could
make that dear little Old bishop wish hard
er I'd been his daughter.
What am l incoming about? Oh-nOthing
There's the watch-Edward's watch. Take
it
(To be continued Monday)