Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-18

imagine that the thought of my dying
child might move you to compassion.
will asl. only one more thing of you.
Will you kindly unite my veil, which
has somehow got into hard knot and
binds my forehead? Then l will return
to my seat and not disturb you any
further"
hands, and clumsily l tried to unfasten
the knot with my gloved fingers felt
so glad to get rid of her that l sought to
make amends for my past rudeness by
performing this last office with such alac-
rity as / could command.
I'm afraid you will have to take off
your gloves. Oh, how my head is aching!
1 shall have Mysteries if you can't get the
veil off pretty soon!" she said in querulous
tones.
1t somehow disconnected me to see
the little man smiling sardonically at
my struggles. and gave vicious pull at
the veil, including stray lock of hair in
my tug of war.
"Oh, please take off your gloves and
don't hurt me sol" walled the victim of
my c1umsiness in tones too loud to be
agreeable to modest person like myself,
who hated publicity of any kind. To get
rid of the half-crazy creature l tore Off
my gloves. and in a moment the veil was
united. She looked down at it very
attentively as / handed it to her, and
then into my face with strange, hooking
eyes:
Il thank you, madam she said in
tone of perfect poise. Il am exceedingly
sorry to have disturbed you. l can only
assure you that my pertinacity was more
necessary than it seemed
She slipped quietly back to her seat;
but as she went / detected a slight in
clination of the head, aimed apparently
at the dark man, who was once more
watching her, but with no outward sign
of recognition.
OUR train was an express and it COB
~ bled up the miles with the greed of
a monster | leaned back in my corner
and tried to sleep. Failing in that, pre-
tended to look out the window into the
blackness of the night; but instead l
watched the reflection of the woman OPP
posite. She was smiling into the dark,
and her expression was not that of
mother Fastening to the bedside of her
sick child. Still watching the living pic
lures in the glass, like the Lady of
Shallot, l saw the man deliberately
leave his seat, walk slowly down the aisle,
looking with his strange intensity of ex-
preston at each of the doing or reading
occupants of the car, and finally plant him
self next my neighbor, with whom till
now he had had no intercourse save with
secret signals.
My heart seemed to stop beating
will soon know why. He had a few words
of whispered conversation with her; then
l looked up, and he was standing by my
side. His expression was not one that
woman likes to see on a mans face
when he looks at her, yet l moved nearer
to the window that he might share my
seat, and stared at him with fascinated
eyes.
Il have come to have little talk with
you. Don't let US raise our Voices" he
said very quietly.
l could not have raised mine even to
whisper. l merely felt as if a hundred
years had passed since the last minute,
and a curious sense of relief enveloped
me,-the relief of one who has lived in
dread of hell and suddenly finds himself
strangely calm in being face to face with
the King of Terrors.
It's no use. The games up he said
very softly Il know you are Daniel
NJ Bailey. You've made a good fight
for freedom; but you'll have to serve
vO,1r full term before Won oct If p and