Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-21
BY ARTHUR STRINGER.

sort of relay sensitive enough and worked
out the way 1 feel 1t can be worked out,
you would be able to sit in Chicago and
telegraph right through to London!
But how?" she asked.
Il always wanted to get a link between
the cable and the ordinary Morse recorder.
and l know it can be done. Then-who
knows-I might in time go Lee De Forest
one better, and have my amplifier knock his
old fashioned electrolytic out of business.
by simply making responder to Hertzian
waves SO delicate that 1t will translate even
wireless and a telephone signal into Morse!'
Then he fell to talking about wireless and
transmitters and conductors. and suddenly
broke into a quiet chuckle of laughter
Il don't think 1 ever told you about the
fun We had down in that Broadway con-
duit. 1t was after the fire in the subway
and the Postal Union terminal rooms. A
part of the conduit roof had been cleared
away by the firemen. Well, while We were
working down there a big Irish watering
cart driver thought he'd have some fun
down with his cart he'd give us a shower.
1t got monotonous, after the fourth time
or so, and the boys began to cuss. / saw
that his wagon was strung with metal
from one end to the other. l also knew
that water was good enough conductor.
So just exposed a live wire of interesting
voltage and waited for the waterwa gon.
The driver came along bland and inno
cent looking baby. Then he veered
over and doused us, the same as ever.
Then the water and the wire got together.
That 1rishman gave one jump-he went five
feet up in the air. and yelled-oh, how he
yelled!-and ran like mad up Broadway,
with a policeman after him thinking he'd
suddenly gone mad, trying to soothe him
and quiet him down.!
And Durkn chuckled again, at the men,
DRY of it all. The sparrows twittered
cheerily about the sunlit wndow-sill. The
woman did not know what line of thought
he was following, but she saw him look
down at his bandaged arm and then turn
suddenly and say:
What SCARED and battered-up pair
we'd be, If we had to keep at this sort of
business all our lives.
Then he lay back among the pillows and
closed his eyes.
II say. Frank" he spoke up unexpect-
eddy, where are you taking care of that
er-of that money!"
Her hands fell into her lap, and she
looked at him steadily. Even before she
spoke she could see the apprehension that
leaped into his colorless face.
mo, no; we mustn't talk more about that
tOday!' she tried to temporiZe.
you don't mean," he cried, rising on his
elbow, that anything has happened to it?'
He demanded an answer, and there was
no gainsaying him.
"There is no money, JIM" she said slowly
and quietly. And in as few words as she
could she told him of the theft.
1t was pitiable to her, to see him, al
ready weak and broken as he was, under
the crushing weight of this new defeat she
had hoped to save him from it, for few
LUOic udyS DIT iedSt bul now he hHcW, anu
he reviled MacNutt passonately and pro-
fanely. and declared that he would yet get
even. and moaned that it was the end of
everything. and that all their fine talk and
all their plans had been knocked in the
head forever and that now they would
have to crawl and stink through life living
by their wits again, cheating and gambling
and stealing when and where they could.
All this Frances feared and dreaded and
expected; but desperately and forlornly she
tried to buoy up his shattered spirits and
bring back to him some hope for the
future.
She told him that she could work. that
they could live more humbly, they had
once done years before, when she had
taught little children music and French,
and he a telegraph agent up at the
lonely little Canadian junction station O.
Komoka. with boarding house one
side of him and mile of gravel pit on the
other.
And if have you, Jim. what more do l
want in life?' she cried out. as she turned
and left him. that he might not see the
misery and hopelessness on her own face
"Oh why didn't you let me kill him. he
called out passionately after her. But she
did not turn back. for she hated to see him
unnamed and weeping like a woman.
(To be Continued Tomorrow