The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1909-12-01

'Thank you," said she.
II never did know before what a
! little money meant to a woman"
| perhaps that's because you don't
know women"
"Oh, | know women-one kind, any
way. But Brooks Is lucky in having
a girl like you for q wife,"
Emma, he's giving you little south
Pacific blarney," put In Jlmsy
maybe ! am and maybe I'm not"
said the captain. But" he continued
emphatically. '1t's sure thing that If
1 had girl like you I'd knuckle down
and earn enough money to make you
happy-eh, BrooksT'
81 suppose that's what you'd do" as
sented that Individual.
Eyes, I'd work pretty hard without
kicking to please you, Mrs. Brooks, If
you looked to me to make good for
you"
EMMA" declared Smith, with his
quiet smile, 'if you were single I'd
suspect captain Of getting little soft"
"But I'd earn the money" went on
the captain, pursuing his train Of
thought. That's the only way to get
along. Well, I'll say goodnight, Mrs.
Brooks"
Good night, captain. Thank you
again"
Good night, Smith,"
II may drop over later" remarked
the superintendent by way Of reply.
"Wish you would" the captain assur-
ed him with some eagerness.
"I'd like to smoke a pipe and talk
awhile. Good night, Brooks"
Good night, sir"
Brooks went forward and opened the
door.
"Try to get down to the office by 8
In the morning." recommended the
captain, gazing at him with sinister
contempt.
Eyes, SIR
"There'n be some gentlemen there
who may be anxious to meet you"
"I'll be there"
Didn't know but what you might
oversleep now that you're so prosper
Gus. Good night"
Brooks shut the door and stood lean
ing against it, clutching the handle for
: support. The muscles Of his face were
twitching, and he gazed with fright
ened, haunted eyes from his wife to
Smith.
, "Have you told her, Jimsy?" he de-
manded
Smith raised his hand in protest.
mo, Joe; 1t amt the right time yet,
and
"Why isn't 1t the right time? I'm
/ trapped, and Williams
"Joe, see here" he expostulated
'you can't talk"
, "What is it? What do you nneanT'
{ demanded Mrs. Brooks, very pale.
J Smith still sought to spare her, to
r keep the dreadful truth from her.
There's just been little trouble
Emma" he said evasively. "Joe here
is all worked up-excited."
? "I'll tell you what happenedw cried
her husband in a choking voice, stag
p gering to the table. "You think go'
: raise / didn't. You think that mar
= Williams gave me six months bach
;. pay. He didn't All this money you've
q been living on-all Of it-I stole. tool
!. it from the company! Williams trap
ped me. He wanted me to steal Now
he knows-now he knows, and In
done forv'
! He fell into a chair and doubled for
ward, burying his face in his hands.
For once Smith was at a loss wha
= to say.
Mrs. Brooks, paler than ever, stoot
rigid, as though turned to stone, star
!, ing at her husband.
"You mean," she articulated in low
slow tones, "you mean that YOU
. I'm a thief" he moaned brokenl
d without raising his head. "They know
it. Detectives are downstairs watch
l. ing-watching. Tomorrow-tomorroy
=, I'll be in Jail"
Another long, awkward silence en-
sued. Smith ended it.
"You see, Emma, Joe here amt s.
much to blame. He"-
70 "And you didn't let me known
e There was cold reproach in her voic
N and in her gaze.
at wasn't time" explained Jims
g uneasily. There's chance things ca
d be squared-there's still a chance"
: "Still, you didn't let me know"
| "The thing to do is to sit down quiet
| Iy and talk this over. To begin with
| mo, Jimsy. Please go home. L
| want to be with Joe-alone."
| Smith took up his hat reluctant
| and prepared to depart.
| "Just as you say, Emma-tust as 20
| say" he said. "Ill do all I can t.
night and let you know. Maybe it.
4 be all right.
4 II know, Jimsy. Good night"
Good night"