Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-09-08

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/ He went to the door. opened II s'bit
aud looked out cautiously Msg-Msg
/ 1T hurt me-that- Why. do you
suppose?
You're sure nobody1l come 'in'" he
asked
turned the key in the lock, for
getting that it didn't really lock:
"Oh, yes, I'm sure said. Why's"
] "Whyl. You have got slow, Just
because didn't say gbod-by TO them
fellows up at e,pen, and
oh You've escaped"
That's what First jail-break in
ID years. What dye think of your
Tommy, old girl, Ell? Amt he the
gamest? Amt you proud Of him.
My God. Mag! Proud Of him. He
didn't know-he couldn't himself,
He, shut in like wild beast. couldn't
see what this year has done for him.
Oh, the change-the change in him!
My boy Tommy, with the gay, gallus
! manner, and the pretty, jolly brogue,
and the laughing mouth under, his
brown mustache. Aud this man-his
face is old, Mag, old-oh!-and hard
-and-and tough, cheap and tough.
There's something in his eyes now
and about his shaver mouth-oh,
Maggie, Maggie!
Look here, Nance" He caught me
by the shoulders, knocking up my
chin so that he could look down !,
squarely at me. What's your graft?
! What's 1t to be between us? Whatve
ye been doing all this time? Out with !
/ I'll want to know" O..
shook myself free and faced him. (,
"Pye been-Tom Dorgan, I've been
TO hear the greatest actors and
actresses in the world say and do the
finest things in the world. I've
watched princesses and kings-even il
they're only stage ones. I've read a,
new book every night-a great pic
ture book, In which the pictures move
and speak-that's the stage, Tom
Dorgan, Much Of 1t wasn't true, but
a girl who's been brought up by the
Cruelty doesn't have TO be told what's
true and what's false. I've met these
people and lived with them-as one
does who thinks the same thoughts
and feels what Others feel know
the world now, Tom Dorgan, the real
world of men and women-not the
little world Of crooks. nor yet the lit
tier one of fairy stories. I've got a,
glimpse, too, of that other world
where all the scheming and lying and!
cheating is changed as II by magic,
into something that deceives all
right, but doesn't hurt. It's the world,
of art and artists, Tom Dorgan, where
; people paint their lies. or write them
or act them; where they lift money al
right from mems pockets, but lift,
their souls and their lives. too, away
from the things that trouble and bore,
and-and degrade.
you needn't sneer; it's made a.
different Nance out of me, Tom
Dorgan. And oh. but I'm sorry for
the pert little beggar we both knew
that lied and stole and hid and ram
and skulked. She was like a poor. lit
, tie ignorant traveller in great coun-
try where she'd sized up the world
from the few fool crooks she was
thrown in with. She"
Jaw. cut IT,"
"Tom-dOes-doesnt II mean any
thing to you? Can't 1t mean lots to
: both of us now that"
Cut 1t. ! tell you! Think killed
one guard and beat the other till I'd
broke every bone in his body to come
here and listen to such guf? You've
been having a high old time. eh, and
you never give q thought TO me upl
there! might a rotted in that black
hole for all you'd care, you"
Don't! ] did, Tom; did" | was
shivering at the name, but ! couldn't
bear his thinking that way Of me. I'll
went up once, but they. wouldn't let
me see you. i wrote You. but they
sent back the letters. Mag went up,