Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-16
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seals the great elephant act, Mademoiselle
Picotte doing her great tight-rore dance
and the Brothers Borodini in their pyra-
mid tumbling
Yes. it was a whole vaudeville show. with
refreshments between the acts. that l was
taking up to Tom Dorgan l don't care
much for lot of that truck-funny, isn't it,
how you get to turn up your nose at the
things you'd have given a finger for once
upon time? But Tom-oh, I'd got every
thing pat for him-my big, handsome Tom
Dorgan in stripes-with his curls all shaved
off-ugh!
I'd got just so far in my thoughts. sit
ting there in the train, when I gave a
shiver. I thought for minute it was at
the idea of my Tom with one Of those bare,
round convict heads on him. that look like
fat skeleton faces. But 1t wasn't 1t
was
Guess. Mag.
Norway.
Both of us thought the same thing OF
each other for the first second that our
eyes met. l could see that. He thought 1
was caught at last. And I thought he'd
been sharp once too often.
And. Mag. it would be hard to say which
of us would have been happier II 1t had
been the truth.
Oh. TO meet NORWAY, bound sure enough
for Sing Sing
He got up and came over to me- smiling
wickedly He took the seat behind me, and
leaning forward said softly:
is Miss Omar engaged to read to some
invalid up at Sing Sing? And for how long
term-1 should say. engagement"
I'd got through shivering by then. I was
ready for him. 1 turned and looked at
him in that very polite. distant sort O. way
Gray uses In her act when the charity SUI
perintendent speaks to her. It's the only
decent thing she does; chances are that
that's how Lord Gray's mother looks at
her.
You know my sister. Mr.-Mr.-' asked
humbly.
He looked at me, perplexed for just Sec
ond.
Sister be hanged" he said at last. Il
know you. Nat and I'm glad to my finger
tips that you've got it in the neck, in spite
of all your smartness."
You're altogether wrong, SIR. l said
very stately. but hurt a bit. you know.
gentlemen usually apologize when I ex-
plain to them. It's hard enough to have
sister who looked up at him tearfully,
with my chin a-wabbe with sorrow.
He grinned.
Liars should have good memories" he
sneered Miss Omar said she was an or
phan, you remember. and had not rela-
tive in the world
I exclaimed piteously. "Oh, what a little
liar she is. 1 suppose she thought it made
her more interesting to be so alone, more
appealing to kind-hearted gentlemen IKE
yourself l hope she wasn't ungrateful to
you too. she was to that kind Mr.. Lati-
mer, before he found her out And she
had such good position there. too
/ wanted to look at him. OH wanted to-
But 1t was my role to sit there with down
cast eyes. just the picture of holy grief.
was the good one-the good. shocked sister,
and though I wasn't a bit afraid OF any
thing he could do to me, or any game he
could put up, I yearned to make him be-
lieve me-just because he was so suspicious
so wickedly smart so sure he was on;
But his very silence sort OF told me ne al
most believed. or that he was laying trap
your sister got Latimer to lie for her?
Mr. Latimer-lie! Oh. you don't know
him. He expected a lady to read to him
that very evening. He had never seen her
and when Nora walked into the garden
After getting a skirt somewhere"
"Yes-the housekeepers 8, it happened to be
her evening out.w fiy. 6 ne Just naturally
.:Ah! then her name isn't Omar. What
I'D rather not tell-if you don't mind"
But when Latimer found out she hao
the diamonds-he did find out?'
.'she confessed to him. Nora's not really
so bad a girl as
Very Interestingly But 1t doesn't happen
to be LatimerS version. ana you BID! Lae-
inner wouldn't lie"
l got pale-but the paleness was on the
inside of me Think l was going to hinch
before a chump like Norway, even II had
walked straight into his trap!
1T isnt?" / exclaimed. 80
NO Tatimer's note to Mrs. Kingdom said
the diamonds were found IN ths ne; peii i.
well, 1t only shows what bad haplt
living is. Nora must have fibbed to me- 1or
the pure pleasure of fibbing. III never dare
to trust her again: DO you o tn DO with
the hotel robbery? do nope SO. IL oile
less sin on her wicked head. It's hard,
having such girl in the family! On.
wasn't ! grieved. ,,,
He looked me straight in the eye. look
ed at him. l was unutterably sad ABOUT !
that tough sister Of mine, ana VOW
looked holy then. though never olo oe-
We'll. | only saw her in the tWliignt. no
said slowly, watching my race al the .iilie.
You two sisters are certainly miracoioosiS
alike" 5o1,,n and got
,n With nv basket l stood right oefors
him. my full face turned toward n llinii ,ou
Are WEI" I asked simply t nan any N.Y.
hing else. and the voice? Noras reaiiy
,,mrS fairer than / am. Goodbye,
ua watched me as 1 went out. felt ms
ewes on the back Of my jacket, anu ab ~a q
tsmpted to turn at the door and make
&C., at him. But / knew something pet
ter and safer than that. l waited tlii .iie
train was lust pulling out. and then stalu
ing below his window, l motloned u iiiiiA
to raise it
He did. out.
II thought you were going to get out
here l called. Are you sure you you ooh
heloue in Sing Sing, MT. MoiiWay
| can see his face yet, Mag, anu ever
time I think of it, it makes me nearly die
Of laughing He had actually been tooieo
another time 1t was worth the TRIP up
there to make a guy of him once more
And whether 1t was or not, Mag, II was
oil T got after all. For-would you pc
ueve Tom Dorgan would turn out such a
sorehead? He's kicked up such row ever
since he got there that it's the dark cell
for him. and solitary confinement IhlnK
of it-for Toni -.
I begged l bluffed l cried. coaxed, but
manv's the Nance Olden that has played
her game against the rules or sing sing
and lost They wouldn't even let me leave
the things for him. or give him a mes
sage from me- And back to the station 1
had 70 carry the basket and all the
schemes I had to make old Tom Dorgan
grin. .td
All the way back l had him In my mlnd:
He's a tiger-Tom-when he's reused. l
could see him, shut up there by himself
with not soul to talk to, with not hu-
! man eye to look into. with not a thing on
earth to do-Tom, who's action itself! He
never was much of thinker, and never
saw him read even newspaper. What
would he do to kill the time? Can't you
| see him there, at bay. back on his launches.
| cursing and cursed. alone IN the eVerlaSt-
ing black silence?
| / saw nothing else Wherever / turned
my eyes, that terrible picture was before
me And always 1t was just on the verge
| of becoming something else-something
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