The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1909-01-09

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window pane. she drank long draushts Of air. like
hunted stag drinking from lax. slowly strength
'eturned. and with it the realization Of what she
Taking last big breath of the blessed air. she
made another rush for the room the rear But
ais time she had not reached the bath room when
ne smoke nand: selling her by the throat. forced
aer. staggering. back to the window.
There was q pitcher of water upon the table.
She seized it, then snatched ION. scarf from the
door. and went on ticking with its idiotic cheer
fulness). She soaked the scarf In the water and
direction carefully. she shut her eyes and made
another rush into the smoke depths.
1t was cropping. blind charg it seemed long
and she losing Of direction when At
last, like blessing. she felt to right and left the
walls Of the narrow bath room. She brought up
against an obstacle. 1t was the door, She opened
it. She was within the room.
Here the smoke was little less thick She
en- @ ne GooI nes sn S MADE Tor the bed
two other hands These were limp.
him up against her bosom: carrying him, she
opened the door and staggered out
But the smoke now as II in frenzy At being
myriad carrion birds: again. heavy and naccid. the
Hand placed 1..eh upon he, , mouth. She went ON
Close to the floor there. though. there .
remnant of air. She crawled ON alone. to the vim
back. seized two 0utstretched hands, and. pulling
madly. drew the unconscious form toward her. She
laid across the SILL head in the air. then drawing
it up against her again. stepped out with 1t upon
the balcony.
over the ice-smooth streets; Policeman Mulcahy.
who had been delayed slightly by an interesting
anecdote told too Interestingly and completely in
Patrick DOMAINS cafe, was running up the IRE es-
cape, and the Muck-Raker (returning from the
banquet). the Actress Lady lreturning from the
theater). and the two Sun men docking for trou-
They were just in time to see q very pretty pic
Child. in white garment like an angels. leaning
back against the wall with head dropping like q
tired lIy's holding in her arms, as II it were
babys. the limp form OF the Crippled Hero.
Here. it must be said. at the risk of an anti
climax. that, il there is no smoke ever without q
fire. this was an awful lot OF smoke about mighty
1t was smudge. more than a fre. and was
rapidly put out by the brave hremen.
typewriter of the Muck-Raker in the inside parior
-, Why y did you do it," said the Crippled Hero to
He was in his wheeled chair and she was on the
sofa: The chair was uncompromisinsly facing her.
and his gray eyes rested upon her in SOFT luminous
The room. by the way. was marvelously clean.
much cleaner than Lizzie had ever had It. You
tck-atick-r-r-r-r-roo." went the type
writer: ick-atick-atick-r.r-r-roo.'
oh" said the Pallid Child land she wasn't tell
don't me lnow aMsyS Ssa afte1 a. 81: Sian.
know: who can tell'S Il knew you were In there:
that your chair was broken. The elevator boy had
told me the chair Was broken. He's awfully
was going to leave town. he took my trunk down
and do you know. he wouldn't take any tip: NO.
s .,,S, not one cent va. going to Texas But
my mind. Mamma. she says I'm always changing
my mind: But don't: Not near much she
Of the cf F:a
to tremble.
keep ON asking such questions!" she said. II
don't know. just came down. ran down. and then
vator boy had told me John had gone to q ban
auet. He makes speeches at banquets. doesn't he:
sn s 1ot. IT @ost be bard to get up
they're all eating. should think. Once made .
speech: When was at the convent little bit
why did you do IT." repeated that very mex
orable Crippled Hero.
haunted look. and her lips began to tremble. But
this time the eyes kept on going wider and wider.
had slid OF the sofa to her knees ON the 6oor. and
she was sobbing there. her head in her arms.
against the wheeled chair. sobbing ~ II her heart
"oh." she said between sobs: ooh. don't-1l
don't want to nsrry-I don't want to marry Mr..
The Crippled Hero's right hand laid itself upon
the little head. shaking there beneath him; his
eyes rested upon it. upon the paIpitating little
body below. and poured about them luminous
tenderness: and his voice had grave resonance
that filled the room.
We'll. you wont have to. little Pallid Child
he said soothingly; "'us won't have to. bless US
ones!"
Tick" went the typewriter behind the portieres,
stopping abruptly. There was the sound Of door
discreetly opened. discreetly shut; the Crippled
Hero and the Pallid Child were alone in the apart
ment.
ACTRESS Lady" said the Muck-Raker. I'm ~
ting bald. I'm lonely. want . home VIII yoa