The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-08-31
The EVENING STORY
A Godsead.


the girl who walked between them,
stopping now and then to lay her cheek
against some particularly perfect flow
er. Once or twice she made as though
to pick bud barely unfolding, but as
often sprang back and put both hands
childishly behind her. saying half
aloud:
Wicked one! Don't dare despoil the
garden"
It was a strange garden-one she had
scruples. They seemed fine drawn,
| looking at the multitude Of roses. A
dozen, a hundred even, would never be
missed. And she craved them truly,
but stified the craving.
Turning a corner, she came into
long pleached alley, dim, cool and
green, with blur Of vivid color show
| ing at the farther end. Half way its
| length there was a recessed opening
with garden seats.
| Emily Newton did not notice the
| opening until she came fully abreast OF
it-abreast also OF a tall, thin man
who lounged upon one of the seats. He
was parchment colored and wore
small cap. which, added to lips drawn
tightly over the teeth, gave him a sim
| lister aspect. What wonder Emily gave
| a little cry at sight of him. starting
| back and saying hurriedly after the
cry:
II know 1 am a trespasser-but the
gate was open-and I love roses so
had to come and look at them.
IT wish I could say you were quite
| welcome-but I, likewise, am tres
| passer." the thin man said. half lift
| ing his eyelids. But I came in by
way of the house." he went on. 'Or
rather-I came out of it In spite OF
them. You know the house-what sort
is it?" he ended abruptly
He fixed her with a keen, narrow
glance.
IT know nothing-being an absolute
| stranger Indeed. until yesterday mad
not heard that Glenmore was on the
map Emily said.
The man still looked at her marc.
"So-you came to the village of your
own accord ?" he said. singular! Most
of us come because-we can't help IT.
"You mean you are Emily De-
gan.
our friends or kinfolk," the man in
terrupted, nodding. Because we are
| ill or mad or bad-out of normal
kiiter, almost any old way. The mouse
lis euphemistically sanitarium. Actu-
Tally it's a combination of-madhouse
and prison
"Then-I had better run away while
1 can." Emily said, with a nervous at
tempt at a smile.
The man who had risen laid a vast
ed hand upon her arm entreatingiy
mot yet! Not until oh. where is
that packet? I have carried it hope
lessiy this half-year at least"
He spoke, fumbling in the deeps Of
hidden pockets. carefully contrived in
a suit beautifully cut and finished, but
worn threadbare. IF only can find
Iit-can trust youi" he painted. ST
must trust you! 1t is not much to ask
of a fellow creature-only to put some
thing with your hands into the right
custody"
"I will do tiff can." Emily said,
moved to strange promising in spite
of herself
The man gave a faint. glad cry.
"Here." he said. breathlessly thrust
ing thin packet into her hands.
is on the outside. He will know what
to do as soon as he knows where to
find me. Goat once! Run! All may
be lost IL my keepers see you here"
Two days later, in the face of much
discussion, Emily laid the packet in
Lawyer Wilson's hands The Trenors,
whom she had come to visit had been
aghast over her encounter with the
lunatic, and had advised most strong
4 ~ against mixing in his affairs But
his eyes, rather than his words, won.
When she saw the lawyers hand
shake as he broke the seals. and noted
the deepening frown with which he
read the contents. she was more than
glad the eyes had prevailed. AS he
laid down the close written sheets he
said to her reverently:
"You are a heroine. BY your help
and Gods, a deep and foul wrong
shall be righted."
Emily rose. saying only. 81 am
glad.'
Lawyer Wilson also rose. "You
| shall know all the story-some day.
he said. 'Take this thought away with
you-your courage is to rescue sane
man, not only from living death but
! from actual death. His life stands
) between some bad people and that
which is their hearts DESIRE L
Whatever you do-do it quickly
end of resistance-I saw that at once
Three years later Mrs. Emily Varian,
just beginning to tighten her weeds
found herself in the streets of q
strange city, rather badly lost and
without a cent. Her pocket had been
picked on the car which she had quit
} ted at a wrong street. the address she
was in search of had been in her purse
but was out of her memorial she
knew certainly was that she must be
miles away from her hotel.
Men and women went hurryirg by
' she stood looking at them, trying tc
: of them and ask help out of her pre-
= dicament. The longer she hesitated
E the more impossible the thing became
she turned about and walked slowly
= backward, retracing the way accord.
= ing to her best recollection. But the
streets were monotonously alike. Be-
F, fore she walked ten blocks she made
: wrong turning. She was soon aware
of the fact and faced about in despera-
: ton. resolved to speak to the first per
. son she might encounter.
Almost as she turned a man doomed
: up in her path. tall, fashionably clad
: clean cut and evidently in desperate
E hurry. He walked very fast with Ions
q vigorous strides. But as she begun:
!. please tell me the way to" h
{ stopped short, changed color and
0 caught both her hands.
"That voice. 1 know it. Dear lady
: I am not mad-no more than when yoy
't found me in living grave"
81 don't know you. but am just as
n glad to find you." Emily said, with &
!. little sigh Of relief.
The man ni1Iled out 4 card and hell