The sun., 1907-03-31

trtnkot-th0 woman VINO jest nao usOouon
and hastened away ON nnalign purposes
intent, the woman who had Casht side
glances OF oontimpt and hatrid &s large,
the woman who had reminded him OF some
younger, frisher pussonalitys the woman.
In a wud, who was a forgotten, DETECTED
risk OF hls-Miss Adele T0ulon. namely.
What Shud doI
Fust and alus, In sech enterprises, It 10
the gelt, the graft. Granted that she bad
gone 20 bring help, to alarm the aut'oT1-
ties, in no casa wud a moments delay help
us amy. might possibly cash In and be
back In time, and 30 I.sprinted away like
an ould country evicshun.
It may have been the impetus that saved
me; at least was over the sidewalk and
acrost the street in two bounds. Even as
tunned up the street there was roar like
kingdom come. Twas lifted up and twisted
around and slapped down as II the very air
was a dooble-acshun, extry-power thresh-
ing machine in which was cart.
".
Itmay hev been the tree about which pris-
intly found mesilf wound like q perticshun
aginst oatterpillars. Somethin' at all evints
acted as a break from the surgin' crowds
this way and that, afordin' a soant isle Of
safety; and whin managed to unbanda &c
mesilf and stagger to me feet, as a suddint
gust swirled away the mussiful clouds OF
smoke and dust, / seen the gaunt and
twisted mounting Of rubbidge. here slidin'
uneasy like glazier, there puffin' and
steamin' like vulcanite, which onct had
been Mrs. Coughtry's house in Weems's
Row. Oh, it was fearful.
closed me eyes, as If on hfe's trap with
the knot aginst me ear; opened thin Sgin
for a last peep, and who do you, s'pose
seen dartin' acrost like the noble Sixt Hun
drid, home'ard bound1 None odder than
Gentleman George Ringgold, ragged, bleed
ing, covered with dirt and SCOT, yit with q
geam in his glims that bespoke the rllin
passion strong in deaf.
did you git the swag, SmithersI" be
gasped.
"You know cudn't have had time
Jarge--"
Thin come hurry; there ia time for us
it may be days afore it is known
known, man1 What do you meani
Didn't Macklin git away--and yit, how
cud he, bound. locked in that dark closet
My God, I'll not stand for that. Let me
go, large, I say, don't you dare-I will try
to help"
I'm not let you go, you fool" he painted
until you give me that order. Thin, you
stick your head In the lines mout' and be
damned to you. Don't you see that the
firemen are even now wukkin' In The rulings
Of the front2 Don't you know that thin
heavy timbers must pertict him safe, ever
If they do hold him in for a whilep give
you me wud, Smithers, he is safe"
"Safe2" I repeated, half believin': thin
that is more'n We are. Your oonnIcshur
with the case is known, large, wan who
hates you cr,Ile has put the police on your
trail"
1t was hidius to see the gray white OF
terror under the CRIME.
You're lyin'; it can't be, he murnured.
For answer | put in his trimblin' hand
the bint and dinted locket.
Il fought she was dead twinty year ago,
he said I'm a daze. Little Nellie-why,
used to mourn for her, Smithers, swear
didi"
"She was listenin' at the dure; she cut
out for the perlice as if she wasn't mournin
for you. Look, there she Ia now, over be
the Garner; do you mark who is with her2'
"The bist Of the plain clothes menl And
they know, that's the hell OF it, they know
we had Macklin locked up. Quick, Smith
ers, the orderl 'Tis wlss than q deaf
warrant"
handed the tin t'ousand dollar order tc
him, and he scattered its fraRmints an far
and wide as we had hoped to scatter it,
proceeds.
Come" he whispered, and We mrked
back t'roo the crowd, seeking byways az
dark and confused as the doubts that KEEP
troublin' me brain.