Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-26


 \ --can't you understand?"
 l "Yes, I know-you are suffering, but it is unjust; you are not fair to your self. If this man would steal money, what difference would your love make 1 to him? You must consider yourself l you must give him up; you cant link your young, beautiful life to man I who Is only saved from the peniten- tiary because of your influence
 Don't talk that way, MT. Crane; please don't know you think that what you say is right, but what differ 1 ence does it all make to me? You know what love is like, you say 1t has come to you now. My heart tells me that Mortimer is guiltless. The time has been so short that he has had no l chance to clear himself. If I didn't be- I 1ieve in him wouldn't love hlm; but l still love him, and so I believe in him. can't help it--I don't want to help it; simply go on having faith in him. and my love doesn't falter." .But it is impossible that he is in- nocent. or will ever be thought so."
 And know that he is innocent"
 They had come to the station.
 Would you like to speak to MT. | Farrell?' Crane asked. You are talk ing my word.''
 No, it is useless. I can do noth- ing but wait; that I can and will do."
 Don't think me cruel" Crane said, "but the wait will be so long,
 "It may be forever, but will wait. your goodness to me. I'm sorry that I've given you trouble. If you can if you can-make it easier for Morti- mer-I know he'll feel it if you could make him think that you didn't alto gether believe him a-a-dishonest- l will you. for my sake?''
 As Crane looked into the soft lumin- ous gray eyes, swimming moist in the hard-restrained tears of the pleading 1 girl, he became a child. What a l Wondrous thing love was! Mountains were as mo1e-hills before such faith. In the unlimited power of her magnet ism what trifle she had asked of l him. With an influence so great she had simply said: Spare of censure this man for my sake" In thankful l ness rather than in condescension he l promised.
 A sharp material whistle cut short :. these fantastically chaotic thoughts.
 tGood-by. and thank you said the girl, holding out her hand to Crane. I .Good-by." he repeated, mechan- ically.
 I Seated in the car, swift-whirled toward the city, he was almost sur- prised to find Farrell by his side He was like a man in a dream. A vi- sion of gray eyes. blurred in tears of regret, had obliterated all that was material. Tn defeat his adversary had I the victory. T With an effort he swept away the cobweb of dreams and sat upright Philip Crane, the careful planner.
 "You nearly missed the train," said Farrell.
 Farrell smiled knowingly. The yelled insinuation disgusted Crane. Was everything in the world vile? He had left young life swimming hope 1ess1y in the breakers of disaster, buoyed only by faith and love; and at his side sat, a man who winked cornplacently and beamed upon him with senile admiration because of his supposed gallantry.
 Farrell's voice sounded harsh as the cawing of homing ravens at eventime twill it be court case?" he queried ''What?" asked Crane. .That high roller in the bank
 "Oh! can't say yet what it will t lead to-" Cranes caution always as- serted itself first.
 Well, I've been thinking it over That's the guy, right enough, but when it comes to swearing to mans identity in court, it's just bit tick fish,
 Crane drowned He disliked men who hedged.
 Farrell continued: s'You see what ] mean?"
 .T don't" answered Crane, shortly. 'You will ifeyou wait" advised Far rell, a tinge of asperity in his tone
 "I'm making a book, say. All the
 blazin' idiots in Christendom is climb :. in over me wantin' to know what II lay this and what I'll lay that
 They're like lot of blasted mos quitoes. A rounder comes up an makes
 bet; if at all, just grabs the dough
 and calls his number. He may be , Rockefeller, or tough from the Bow
 cry, it don't make no difference te !, me; all I want is his goods an his number, sec? But bettor of the
 right sort slips in an taps me foI ,. odds to a thousand. Naturally Tn interested, because he parts with the
 thousand as though it was his hearts blood size him up. There ain't nc
 time fer writin' down of earmarks though most like I could point him
 out In crowd, an say: That's the l, rooster But s'posin' judge stood up another man that looked pretty much like him, an asked me to swear one of the guys into ten years in Sing Sing, p'r'aps I'd weaken. Mistaken : identity is like grabbin' up two kings
 an a jack, an playin' 'em fer threes.' Which means, if I understand it that you're guessing at the man-that I've given you all this trouble for noth.
 ing''
 !. Not by jugful!" calculated Far.