Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-01-17

he was really great-a man in the
highest sense OF the woodland that's
oil want you to be. / don't care an
iota that you should be senator-l
don't want you to be a senator.
have sent for you tonight to tell you
Soto stop for good and all the thing l
set in motion" She was silent for an
instant. Il want you to come back
come backr
In turn he murmured words that
sounded to her like 'to you"
Shirley shook her head as though
that were thing out Of the question.
mo. to your honest SELF" she said
earnestly, but kindly; ito the Billy
Murgatroyd that was"
For moment they looked steadily
into each others eyes. Unknown to
himself, there was an air Of appeal.
not wholly free from anxiety even.
for her face was again showing signs
of hardness as he spoke:
II can hardly do that. cannot stop.
And, if should, where is the induce
ment? You are beyond my reach"
And as if to disprove his own words
an impulse of alteration too power
full to be checked seized him. and he
caught her hand and pressed 1t.
A brief moment only Shirley allowed
it to rest in his, then slowly withdrew
it, and her action told him palmer than
words that there was to be nothing
further between them; she was through
with him; she must despise him.
Shirley felt that there could be no
compromise. Murgatroyd must purge
himself. even though it involved life
of shame. And. after he had yielded
up his shameless gains. what then?
Shirley did not know; she could not
tell.
"And if am out of your reach it's
your own fault. If you had been half
the man thought. you would never
have listened to me. But you never
cared for ME, even though you said
So" Shirley said, casting her eyes
down, not daring to look him in the
face. what you did you did for
yourself and not for me. You were
weak from the start. Any man who
woman is not a man." She then
concluded with a little shake of the
head:
II wouldn't marry you now if you
were the last man on earth"'
Both rose to their feet Habit per-
haps rather than any regret for her
words induced her to dismiss him
with tender expression on her face
With his departure went out the last
glimmer of hope that he would ever
return to his better self. Nothing
could stop him now. AS for Shirley.
| the moment the door closed on him
she sank with moan into chair.
Thorne took an appeal from the YER
dict Of conviction. He had been care
full to take exception to each bit OF
questionable evidence.
sWhat do you think. chief?" asked
McGrath of Murgatroyd one day after
the appeal had been argued.
Murgatroyd shrugged his shoulders.
sThat verdict, will stick" was his
only comment.
"By the way" said McGrath, "Pem.
mican keeps mum up there in Jail, but
he's getting restless as thunder. He
wants to know how soon you're going
to try him on this gambling charge"
Murgatroyd smiled.
I'm due course he returned. .but
you can tell Pemmican unotticially
that the quickest way for him to get
on trial, or, in fact, the quickest way
| for him to get off without trial, to get
out of Jail, is to let me know the name
of the man higher up. Pm looking for
John Doe. and | expect to keep Penn
mican under lock and key until l get
him. You understands"
Shirley and Miriam and even Chal-
loner watched the course of events
with great interest. Miriams mouth
| was sealed upon the question of the
bride. but Challoner absorbed what he
had heard in the courtroom, and, hazy
though it had been. he noted that Mir
Jams manner was still hopeful-in
fact. certain. Shirley, too, felt rather
than knew that Murgatroyd had re.
moved from himself not the faint Oh
bribery. but the violation of his COM
pact. She felt the thing was cut and
dried.
One day the clerk of the appellate
division placed in the hands of spe-
clai messenger document some Eve
pages long. 1t was carbon copy.
Take that to the prosecutor" he
commanded. land tell him it's adj
vance,"
AS Murgatroyd was perusing it Mix
ley rushed in and yelled In alarm:
Chief, chief. look at this."' he
too. held in his hand a document com
posed of several sheets Of yellow pa
per scrubbed over with soft black
lead pencil. Its from the warden. -
he whispered.
Murgatroyd took Mixley's yellow
sheets. He read the first page and
rose to his feet
when did all this happen. Mixley?'
he asked in tense voice, with diff
Guilty restraining his excitement.
"About an hour ago"
How did he kill himself?"
"Cyanide-smuggled in somehow"
Murgatroyd read the yellow sheets
again.
Great Caesarv' he e. ,aimed.
Mixley, still lingering. now asked:
"Any news from the appeal?"
Murgatroyd nodded.
Here's the opinion, just handed
down."
"Reversal?"