Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-10


to keep down her tears, once more torn by
that old and costly and compromising hun
ger to be loved and sustained by him. She
could not live in the face of his anger; she
reding bitterness, the gnawing tragedy, OF
her life lay in the fact that the arm to
which she must turn for support was the
very arm that would forever drag and hold
her down.
Yet she was inarticulate, In the face of II
all She could not plead; she could not ex-
plain She could only break out with a
sudden unreasoning and passionate cry Of:
You are not kind to me"
Durkin had already shaken her hand
from his arm, and was on the point of a
second outburst Then he stopped and the
gathering anger and revolt ebbed out OF
his face. for at that fearful and passionate
cry from her he knew that the battle be-
! tween them had come to an end. He knew.
with an exultation in which even pity and
cruelty were strangely entangled, that 1t
was a sign of her inward capitulation, that
ne had won her over.
He swung about suddenly, and with one
clasp of his arms let wide the fiood-gates
Of her strained emotions.
Good God!' he cried. You know I hate
1t. as much as you do! But can't you see
It's too late now to bubble and vacillate?
Can't you see that I'm getting nothing more
out Of it than your
He pleaded with her. hotly, impetulously.
He showed her how he needed her, how he
was helpless without her. He held her, and
kissed the tears from her unhappy eyes-he
could see them droop. pitifully, as with q
narcotic. at his first intimate and tender
touch. He would have to sway her now,
he felt. not through her judgment, not by
open attack. but only by those more cir
cuitous and subterranean approaches of
feminine feeling. And still he expostulated
and pleaded, unnerving and breaking her
will with his cruel kindnesses Of word and
caress.
ooh. I'll do it"' she cried at last, hopping
her stained face. "I'l do it, Jim, if have
tor
But there's nothing so terrible In it,
dear heart" he assuaged. We've been
through worse things together. And it will
be made right again. every penny of itv'
"Jim." she said slowly. as she grew
calmer once more: Jim. want you to give
made right! Pm-Tm too cowardly yet to
do thing that's wickedness. through and
through. I've got to see some glimmer of
right In 1t, I've got to feel that it will end
But this will end right! 1t can't help It,
I give you my word of honor now to save
you from being what you might seem that
every cent of this woman's money goes
back to her."
She was moving her head slowly I'D and
down. as she studied his face.
Then you must remember, through 1t
all, how much I'm trusting myself to you."
lump in his throat. as she looked about the
room with hopeless eyes. DO you realize
how hard all this is going to be?'
Its not easy. I know-but it's our only
chance
us 1t our only chance?' she suddenly
asked. Life is full of chances. 1 saw one
today, IL I'd only known
She looked at him again, with some new
light sitting through all her tangle of
clouds. Yes" she went on. more hope
fully. there might be still another way!"
"Well?' he ASKED. almost impatientiy, as
he glanced at his watch.
went into that little Postal Union ofiice at
Broadway and 37th street" She was speak
ing rapidly now, with touch of his for
mer fire. THE relays and everything Ore
in the same room. you know, behind the
counter and wire screen. l wanted my
dressmaker. and while / was sitting at q
little side desk chewing my pen handle
and trying to boil seventeen words down to
ten. map came In with rush message.
could see him out Of the corner of my eye
1t was Sunset Bryan. the race-track
plunger. and 1t occurred to me that 1t
might be worth while to know what he was
sending out"
did he see YOU or does lie know your
Il took good pains that he shouldn't see me-
So scrawled away on my blank, and just
sat there and read the ticker as the opera
tor took the dispatches OF the file and sent
them out. Here Ia the wording of Sunset
Bryan's message. as well as I can remem-
Der it: Duke-of-Kendall--run
row-get-wise-and-w - st. Louis and
SOUTH"
well, what of it?' Durkin asked.
why, this Bryan Is the man who took
one hundred and ten thousand dollars out
of the Aquedut ring in one day. Since the
Gravesend meeting began people say he has
made nearly half million. He's a sort of
race-track Curry. He keeps close figures
on every race he plays. He has one hun
dred men and more on his pay roll, and
makes his calculations after the most
minute investigating and figuring. It
stands to reason that he manipulates a lit
tie, though the Pinkerton men, as / suppose
you know, have never been able to get
him OF the eastern tracks. Now, Jim. nv
firm belief Is that there is something
cooked up as they say, for tomorrow aft
ernoon, and II we could only find out what
this Duke Of Kendall business is we might
act on 1t In time"
She waited for Durkin to speak He tap
ped the top of his head meditativeiy with
his right forefnger. pursuing his lips as
his mind played over the problem
Yes, we might. But how are we to find
out what the Duke Of Kendall and his mere
running means?"
7 even took the trouble to look up the
Duke Of Kendall. He is Macintosh horse.
the stable companion to Mary T., and rid.
den by Shirley. new Jockey"