Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-17

HE LOOKED ME STRAIGHT IN THE EYE. than anything else, and the voice. Nora's really much fairer than I am. Good-by."
 He watched me as I went out felt his eyes on the back of my jacket, and I was tempted to turn at the door and make face at him. But I~kneW something better and safer than that. waited till the train was just pulling out, and then, standing below his win dow, l motioned to him to raise it.
 He did.
 ''I thought you were going to get out here,' I called. Are you sure you don't belong in Sing Sing, Mir. Mori- ! way?" <ss" I5 s4..,, r can see his face yet, Mag, and every time I think of it, it makes me nearly die of laughing He had actual ly been fooled another time. 1t was worth the trip up there, to make guy of him once more.
 And whether it was or not. Mag, it was all I got, after all. For-would you believe Tom Dorgan would turn out such a sorehead? He's kicked up such a row ever since he got there that it's the dark cell for him and soli- tary confinement. Think of it-for Tom!
 I begged, bluffed, I cried, coaxed, but many's the Nance Olden that has played her game against the rules of Sing Sing and lost. They wouldn't even let me leave the things for him, or give him a message from me. And back to the station l had to carry the basket, and all the schemes had to make old Tom Dorgan grin.
 All the way back l had him in my mind He's a tiger-Tom-when he's reused. I could see him, shut up there by himself. with not a soul to talk to, with not a human eye to look into. with not thing on earth to do Tom, who's action itself. He never was much of a thinker. and I never saw him read even a newspaper What would he do to kill the time? Cant you see him there, at bay, back on his launches. cursing and cursed. alone in the everlasting black silence?
 saw nothing else. Wherever turned my eyes. that terrible picture was before me. And always it was just on the verge of becoming some thing else-sOmething worse. He could throttle the world with his bare hands. if 1t had but one neck, in the mood he must be in now.
 It was when couldn't bear it no ment longer that | set my mind to fir something else to think of.
 found it. Mag. Do you know wha. 1t was? It was inst three words--Of Obermullers: Earn it now"
 After all. Miss NIonahan. this graft of honesty they all preach 90 much about hasn't anything mysterious in it. All it ls. is putting your wits to work according to the rules of the game and not against them. was driven to it-the thought Of big Tom crouchinS for a spring in the dark cell up yOn- der sent me whirling out into the thinking place like the picture of the soul in the big book al LatimeT's read out of. And first thing you know 'pon honor. Mag. II was as much fun planning how to learn 1t now as any lifting ever schsmsd. It's getting the best of people that always charmed me and here was 9 way to fool 'em ac- cordinE t0 law
 So busy I was making it all up. that the train pulled into the station before knew it. I gave last thought to that poor old hyena of a Tom. and s6en put him out of my mind I had other fish to fry Straight down 10 Mother Douty I went with my basket
 "A fool girl. mother, on her way up t0 Sing Sing. lost her basket, and Nance Olden found it; it ought to be worth a good deal"
 . She grinned. You couldn't make old Douty believe that The Lord Himself wouldn't steal If He got a chance And she knows the chances that come buttfag up against Nancy OIden-
 Why did lie % herr Not for przc- tfce. I assure you Shed have beaten me Cozn tO the sast cent if she thought r. was nine but she always thinks the-su bs a fad for her in sCnething g that's stolen So I Eet her think I'd st0Ien il in the raiIuzy station and vs zane to tsrH
 WIth what she gave ne bought a viz Mag. I vant y0u sous day when r0a cza sst or- to come aai see that Eig I shouIdn-t wonder bat Eou'd recOgnizs iL Irs red, of very coarse