The Washington times., 1904-05-22

have his way until L found 1t advisable
tc have mine.
Carter was sitting on the dilapidatel
{ hair. I was standing near the door
Eli in the middle of the room. He
gave a hitch at his trousers. which
seemed in imminent danger of falling
fbout his feet. He rolled his tongue
a-1und in his mouth as though he was
Ct ewing his words well before he spoke
- n.
/. gain. - amt seen Norah in long
time.
Now, think a minute about that. YoI
know who l am, do you not?'
Il do know your name. L done guess
you police officer"
yes. 1 am a detective. see?" Car
ter exhibited his badge, and BIZ nodded.
Plenty niggas rund here knows dem
badges" he said. Il amt done never
got tooken up. l live homes.
"Oh, 1 know that. I even had to ask
where you lived. You see, that proves
you were never suspected"
"Yas." said Bill quietly. He was not
to be caught with salt of this kind.
Now we must find Norah and Miss
Forrest" continued Carter. I'VE know
that they came here. Are they here
now"
Il do know. I amt seen en-. I done
guess you know more about Norad dan
her brudder."
There was a wealth OF quiet sarcasm
in this, but Carter did not seem to notice
1t.
Come now, he said. I'VE are not
enemies. We're friends
Bill half shut one eye and looked at
us both. 1t was clear that lie was by
no means convinced of the truth Of Car
ter's statement.
EFF you say so. mus be So" he said
with grin. But tell me dis. What
de penalty fur carryin' money to bride
a guard in de prisons"
His eve was wholly shut by this. His
caution was explained Carriers badge,
instead Of opening his mouth, had lock-
ed it. He feared that Norah and Bea-
trice were to be arrested for their share
in Forests escape.
Where is Mrs. Trumble2' asked Car
ter.
'On de sign in de window" said Bill.
with another grin. But Nanny Trum-
BILE done gone home wild some wash.
The fellow was delightful. Had 1
not been so wrought up over the mat
ter of Beatrice and her father I should
have enjoyed continued conversation
with the black boy.
But as IL was I was delighted to hear
the front door open and an individual
enter. blowing and putting like por-
poise
Tell yo' what" said the deep voice
Of a fat negreess, as she came through
the hall. after this. Bill Trumble. yo'
done take dem wash to-Golly! Who
desc mans?''
police of GERS Iookin' fur Norah, .
said Bill quietly. The fat nanny sank
on a bench that happened TO be handy
After my Norah! What she done?"
Nothing wrong" said Carter. IN
J fact. we want Beatrice more than we
/ do Norah. We are in need of their tes-
| timony TO free Mr.. Forrest from another
| charge OF murder"
The old woman began rocking TO anc
fro and shaking her head.
Mus be dat Norah knew dat w'eT
she didn't come home" she said. Mus
be for a fac. What 20 do dar, Bill
Trumble? Yo' grin out'n de wrong side
20 face fore long,"
Evidently we were not getting on.
Look here, Carter, you have fright
ened these good people I said. Now
Mrs. Trumble. am not a police officer
This gentleman Is merely assisting m'
to find my wife"
BIZ Tumble let a shriu cackle on
through his parted lips, and the, ole
woman leaned forward to get a gooC
look at ny face.
Am 20 dat man? Wen! Weir
81 am the husband of Beatrice. See
here is my marriage certificate"
Mrs. Trumble took it in trembling
hands, and Bill crowded in TO see II.
..Yo' go way, Bill Trumble" sh
cried What yo' know bout ma'iag
stitfcates! yo' min yo' business, min
my own"
She solemnly read the paper an,
handed It back to me-
"Jes' one ting, say" she remarked
..Yo' done got de bressedes' lamb TO e
wife cher dis worr done saw. Dat Bee
trice Forres' my precious sweety all der
, wears. What! yo' t'ink I let my Moral
90 so far an work fur dem Lees? Nc
II les dat lubly Beetrice what keep
her"
81 appreciate all this I said. AN
now I want to find my sweet wife.
, know that she must have come here {
, hide when she parted with her father
YOU can undoubtedly tell me where sh
is"
"I do know nothin' bout dat" sal
the woman. "Yo' done hang erOun
here a good deal. I guess"
mo, 1 have not hung around at al
I Just found the place"
Den who dat man what hang eroun
! an scare dat Dressed chile mos t
deat?"
I'm sure I don't know 1 want
. find my wife and give her the protec
ton she needs VIII you not help me?
Mrs. Trumble seemed torn betwee
emotions. She rocked to and fro an
. wrung her hands and hummed a tun'
IT tell yo' what" she exclaimed afte
pause. II can't tell yo' whar dey II
Beetrice. she say wen she go. Nov
nanny. don't tel nobody nothin'.
, any mans come here, tell 'em 20 doal
know Now, yo' see? Dat bresse
lamb amt want yo, for suah."
, ut looks that way" I assented. ''BJ
YOU can at least tel me II she has bee
here"
! De amt no law agin dat" said Mr.
TrumbIe Hey. yo' Bill Tumble, ste
/. dat shakln' 20 fool haid! l done te
! a Il' ctory 10 de gomman"