The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-02-20

'And the sceck wife, I could not
bring sorrow TO her. So ] do not tell
her that the beczness was not so good.
So | make her believe | make much
monee. Then another mcdcccal colleege
they no longer buy my moddels--they
also use the papeer machay-and beez.
ness pot more bad and more bad, and
my wife sho get more seeck and more
seeck, and ! no more can buy wine for
her-and sometimes no meat, only bread
and a leetle cheese. And then she get
so vcery seeck, and / get angry with
must have wine so she must not die
get more angry with myself, veery
mad and crazy in my head. Yaas, and
| see in the window at DufIee 8 one
large bottle of wine, one day-Satur-
day-when ] come from the college,
and ] say Meester Duffee he never sell
wine, and so, for my seeck wife, I break
the glass and take the bottle home to
my wife-and she think l make more
moncc and buy her the wine. You see,
l never tell her about the papeer MA.
ebay models, mecster. And if
Could-'
A childish voice calling ''Henril
HeDri.' interrupted The old man. Ho
arose hastily and listened.
Bill Connor heard something moving
in the other room. He saw the door
open slowly and then woman s figure
appeared in the doorway. She was a
very small, decrepit old lady, with a
pale, wan face, with her white hair
combed down over her ears. She rath-
cr staggered than walked slowly, un-
steadily, with two little hands, all
wrinkled. held out before her, as if feel
ing the way
And then Big Bill saw the vacant
stare and the patient sweetness that al
ways comes to the face of those who
walk in darkness.
my Cod" exclaimed Bill under his
breath, "the old Iady's blind
1t almost broke the big fellow into
bits He blubbered little, mumbled
something 10 the old man, managed to
gel hold of one Of the big honey hands
and gave il squeeze. picked up his hat,
and taking the bottle from the table
put IT under his coat, and backed to.
ward the door.
The tall form of Professor Henri was
bent over the little figure of the wom
an. one of his long arms around ber.
! HYou-take-the = bottle - WHIT"
stammered the old man.
"Ah 10 hell with the bottle said
Big Bill kindly. and he stumbled down
street, he threw Dufy's bottle into
sewer opening and heard it break into
q thousand pieces.
The next day the Charity organiza.
tion received long report signed by
| William Connor, precinct detective OF
the Sixth district. and the man at tho
roltop desk who read the report over
very carefully made memoranda on
the back of it, and marked the docu-
ment for immediate favorable action.
|
"Duffy is still sofe about the broken
window. said the captain, one after
noon, to the desk sergeant, and Bill
Connor pricked up his ears.
I" A most mysterious case,' remarked
the sergeant. Even Bill here hasn {
been able to find the slightest clue.
Every man on the post has turned d
hand at the trick. and it's my opinion
some drunken sailor man from off the
Bowery broke that window
''How about it, Connorl" asked ths
captain.
Sailor man likely, Cap replied
Bill, echoing the sergeant s words. And
then he walked to the window and
stood there for long time looking out
into the gray Of the early evening.