Middletown transcript., 1905-09-16
rcnNr1NrEn FROM LAST WEEK

was SnyIOCh tiio"eo w
"a Daniel come to Judgment yea'
Daniel
0, wise young judge !!
As she finished her threatening proph-
ecy, she bestowed one last whitening look
upon the object Of her wrath and ino'g-
nation. and rushed from the apartment.
Mr.. Whittlesey sat for sometime III
dazed condition, looking in the direction
whence she had betaken herself.
Was it real? Had she actually been
there and gone or was it all dream ?
Had he fallen asleep in broad daylight
and was this furious monad in the rose
colored gown, a vision Of somnolent mag
nation? Or, was she, more likely STILL
some escaped lunatic pouring out her tale
of fury?
But she had not had the manners or
appearance of maniac. She had been
vehement, but she had not raved. Her
language was coherent, and there EVIL
IDENTIFY had been method in her madness
She had not even degenerated INTO slang
which people sometimes do when greatly
exercised in mind. With the exception
of that "howling SWELL" perhaps, the
utterance of which she had seemed to
enjoy so thoroughly.
So that was what she considered HIM
a "howling swell u' An amused smile
broke up the set amazement Of his ex-
pres sion. But, who was she, ard what
had she been rowing him about nat
awful crime had he unconsclously COM
mitted-he whose conscience was VOID oil
offense toward all men? What was all
that racket about his houses III tine
bottoms? Those houses in the bottoms!
They had been an eyesore to him, thorn
in the flesh, and everything else, almost,
that was disagreeable, ever since his
father had left them to him as portion
of his inheritance five years ago. Much
OF the time they had stood empty, but OF
late Hartley Bromwell, shrewd specu-
lator and real estate man, had proposed
to act as his agent in the matter and keep
them filled for him for good percentage
on the rent. To whom had the fellow
given possession? lie had never asked,
and Bromwell had been wonderfully
prompt in bringing III the receipts. Was
he aiding and abetting the liquor traffic
Assisting, as that girl had said, ''in the
ruin OF other mems lives and souls" 1t
such was the case, he must look into the
matter, give Cromwell his coup de congo,
and accept an offer now pending to dis
pose of that unsavory property. don't
care to own any houses, thought he, in
localities where they cannot be rented to
decent people.
But that girl Not great beauty, to
be sure, but possessed of all air and man.
ner so attractive, even when she was
rowing him. Her eyes, though flash
ing with anger, were so tepderly human.
What mobility Of expression in the frank,
noble face, modelled on the lines Of inno-
cent uncorrupted childhood. What mag
unanimous self-forgetfulness and what
courage she had evidenced. Some drunken
wretch in the bottoms had beaten his wife
and here she, waiting to ask no question,
had flown at his throat in return for it.
1t reminded him of something he used to
read in his school reader:
"The Assyrian came down like wolf OH
the fold"
No, not that. She was more like some
faithful st. Bernard sent out to the rescue
of the lost and perishing. Not that,
either. He was ashamed to liken her to
ANYTHING less than an angelic vsitant,
watchful of and kind to the tempted,
while treating the tempter to all intina
ton OF what might be expected to follow,
as Belshazzar was shown in the hand,
writing on the wall.
He didn't remember having met her
before Surely, she didn't belong to the
''smart set" or lie would have known
her face. What did that fellow say her
name was :? He stepped TO the swinging
doors. "Mr. Griggs, what did you say
was that young ladys name? The one
who just left me-"
Griggs run his fingers through his haiI
in perplexed thought for moment.
"Muzzy. think, sir. No; that doesn't
sound exactly like it, either. Muzzy-
Muzzy-no? Oh, | remember, sir, now.
1t was Murray-Miss Murray"
'"Thank you, Mr.. Griggs. / may moi
be here this afternoon. Ii anybody hay.
ing an appointment comes in. tell him
an important and unexpected matter Of
business suddenly came up which made
my absence necessary"
When Mr.. Whittlesey went down into
"the bottoms" that afternoon, he did moi
60 in any of his stylish turnouts. He
wore rusty suit, with golf cap and stock
ings, and rode his wheel. lie had nc
difficulty in finding the location OF lis
different buildings, and both his pride
and principle were hurt, to discover low
drinking-dens in nearly every one o.
them. Jock Liddy's was about the low.
est of them all. But the dwelling house
with the holes in the roof and the rottel
shingles! The houses down there were
so much alike in their general forlornnes,
he could scarcely tell one from the other
Yet, he was bound to find it, for it mus
be terrible thing to have the rain poul
down on ones bed He thought OF hi.
own luxurious bedroom with its silk
covered walls and ceiling, and the bras,
bed with its apricot tinted coyerlet o
satin to match, where he slept in sucl
security and comfort, undisturbed by tin
raging of the elements without, and UNI
afraid of the intrusion Of any unwecomt
evidence of their fury.
Wheeling slowly along, looking iron
side to side, he finally esped Mrs. o. Hal
loran, with her damaged conntenancp
sitting in doorway, and knew instnc
lively that he had ascertained the site u
his dwelling house. By meats OF
raonest for a cun Of cuId water of wl,i,.i,