Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-08-18
GLORY BEr'
go with the lady, Mrs. Van Wagenen,

and III follow with the. goods
She did II meek as a lamb, talking
all the time, but never beginning at
the beginning-luckily for me. so that
] bad time 10 slip from one dressing
room to the next, with the lace up my
sleeve, out TO the elevator, and down
into the street. [
Dye know what Heaven must be,
Mag? A place where you always get
away with the swag. and where it's
always just the minute after you've
made kiMng.
COcky? Wei, ! should say | was.
] was drunk enough with success to
take big chances. And just while J.
was wishing for something really big
to tackle, II came along in the shape
Of that big foor-walker!
He was without hat, and his eyes
looked SO ways at once. But you've
got to look 81 IL you want TO catch
Nance Olden. ! ran up. the stairs of
the first fiat-house and rang the bell.
And as sailed up in the elevator L
saw the big foor-walker. hurry past;
he'd lost the scent. =.
The boy let me of at the top floor,
and after the elevator had gone down
] walked up TO the roof. Il was fine
way up there, so still and high, with
the lights coming out down in, the
town. And. took out my pretty lace
collar and put II around my neck,
wishing ] could keep II and wishing
that had. at least. a glass to see my
self Ia II just once, when my eye
caught the window of the next house.
II would do for a mirror all right.
for the dark green shade was down.
But at sight OF the shade blowing I'M
the wind ] forgot all about the collar.
Jts this way. Mag. when they press
you too far; and that little rat of a
lawyer had got me most TO the wall.
! looked at the window. measuring
the little climb It would be for me to
get to 1.-THE house next door was
just one story higher than the one
where was. so its top story was on a
level with the roof nearly where I
stood. And ! made up my mind to
get what would let Tom of easy. or
break into Jail myself.
And so didn't care much what I
might fall into through that win
dow. And perhaps because / didn't
care, J slipped into a dark hall. and
not "a thing stirred; not "a footstep
creaked. J. felt like the princess
Princess Nancy 0lden-come to wake
the Sleeping Beauty; some dude it'd
be that would have. curly. hair like
Tom Dorgans. and would wear clothes
like my friend Laumer's, over in
Brooklyn.
Can you see me there. standing on
one leg like stork. ready to lie or TO
fly at the first sound?
Well. the first sound didn't come
Neither did the second. In fact: none
OF EN- came. unless made EN- myself.
Softly as Molly goes when the baby's
Just dropped OF TO sleep, | walked
toward an open door II was a par
lor smelly with tobacco. and with
iots OF papers and books around. And
nary he-beauty-nor any other kind.
i tried the door Of a room next TO
It. A bedroom. But no beauty.
Silly! Don't you tumble YETI II
was bachelors apartment. and the
Bachelor Beauty was out. and Princess
Nancy had the place all to herself.
suppose really ought to have left
my card-or he wouldn't know who
had walked him-but hadn't intended
to 90 calling when ] left home. So
/ thought Id look for one Of his A A
souvenir-and anything else Of his I
could make use of.
There were shirts I'd liked for Tom.
dandy colored ones, and suits with
checks In 'em and without But II
wanted something easy and small and
nal. made Of erackly printed yellow or
green paper. with numbers on II.
How did know be had anything
like that' Why, Mag. Mag Monahan
one would think you belonged to the
bishops set. you're 90 simplel