Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-01

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ing it again, and of pretty
child who seemed little too
serious for that happy age. -
Larry Moore forgot what he I
had begun to say. He spoke 8SEzS
no further word, and l. in CLAN
cling at his face, comprehended ss
that, incredible as it seemed
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the woman had seen and this G1I=s<sSest n gss
raW-boned, ig-framed and big xSsssZ
hearted idol of the bleachers. &
Without comment | followed
Larry Moore, serving his mood 49, ~
he Immediately left the
and went east. At first u
he went with excited strides,
then he slowed down to a pro In
found and muSing gait, then
he halted laid his hand heavily
on my shoulder, and said: EV
Get into the car, Bob Come S9M
up to the rooms. tsSAHHX#
| understood that he wished N4{KfS
to speak to of what had Ss&<<zxzS
happened and | followed. We 9FE
went thus without another <z
word exchanged, to his rooms. F3e&$<ks
and entered the little parlor n E%@%<s
hung with the trophies of his MTNN
career, which l looked at with
some curiosity. On the mantel
in the center l saw at once a
large photograph OF the Hon.
Joseph Gilday a corporation
lawyer OF whom reporters
told many hard things, picture
did not expect to find here among the photogra phS
of the sporting celebrities who had their regards
to my friend of the diamond In some perplexity
l approached and the bottom written
IN large hrm letters: Il m proud to know you
Larry Moore"
l smiled, for the tribute of the great man of
the law seemed incongruous here to me, who knew
of old my simple minded, Supplemented friend
whom, the truth be told patronzed perforce. Then
l looked about more carefully, and saw dozen
photographs of woman sometimes alone sometimes
holding pretty child, and the faces the faces
| had in the victoria. | feigned not to have
seen them; but Larry, who had watched me- said
Look again, Bob; for that is the woman you
saw in the carriage and that is the child"
So | took up photograph and looked at it long
The face had something more dangerous than
beauty in 1.-THE face of a Cleopatra with a look
in the deep restless eyes | did not fancy; but l did
not tell that to Larry Moore Then put it back in
its place and turned and said gravely:
Moore?"
Il do" he said Sit down"
He did not seek preliminaries as l should have
done, but began at once, simply and directly
doubtless he retelling the story to himself
than to
She was called Fanny Montrose," he said "a
slip OF a girl with wonderful golden hair, and big
black eyes that made me tremble the day went
into the factory at Bridgeport, the day l fell in
me- | said, going straight up to her when the
whistle blew that night, and d like to walk home
with you Fanny Montrose
She drew back sort of quick and I thought
she'd been hearing tales of up in Fall River;
so l said: l only meant to be polite. You may
have heard lot of bad of me- and lot of it, true
but you never heard of Larry Moore's being dis
respectful a lady, and looked her in the eye and
said: Will you let me walk home with you, Fanny
Montrose?
She swung her foot a moment, and then
Il heard laugh go up at that and turned round
with the bit in my teeth but it was only the women
and you can't touch them. Fanny Montrose hurried
on, and saw she upset by it, SO / said humbly:
You're not sorry now, are YOU?
q Oh, no. she said.
80 Will you catch hold of my arm? l asked her.