Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-30

One day the lady called when my sister was out. L
told her that my sister expected to return
moment and she said she would wait. 1t the first
time had ever been alone together She told that
she and her husband about to leave to spend the
summer at their cottage in the mountains. The
almost stunned me. Somehow had not thought of her
going away lost my head and told her all felt
She said nothing-but gave her hand. pressed it
to my lips and the first tinge of color ever saw in her
marble cheeks came into them.
@Sure you didn't kiss the bushes?" suggested ban
teringy kissing the hand is rather tame expression
OF an overwhelming passion"
The convict sprang toward me like enraged tiger
"1f you insinuate that, you ar' he exclaimed
standing me with blazing eyes and cenched fists.
did not raise the muZze of the revolver in his di-
rect1on. could not. man in convct'S garb, in i'm
mlnent danger of being returned to prison, standing
over another man. who held cooked pistol in his hand
and calling him liar because the latter had spoken dis
respectfully OF the woman nearest his heart struck
about the most dramatic and heroic situation had
ever encountered Nothing in all my stage experience
approached it. sat still and looked at him mute adj
mlrat1On
a apologize. Sit down and 60 on with your story"
said finally
Instead of sitting he strobe up and down the room
two three times striving control his excitement
Then he sat down the trunk and again wiped his
brow with the sleeve of his blouse
OF you'd say that he said finally. He spoke
~ without opening his jaws which were set hard in
anger; the words came kissing through the clenched
teeth you man, and a man never believes that
any other be honest with woman; that
any woman pure, except his mother his sister his
Wue-anQ OIten ne QOuDtS the latter. Men! 1ney
make sCkl'
al have apologized for my rudeness, broke in "and
| want you to except from the category you have
named believe that there millions of good women
in the world. If there not shouldn't have to die
to GO to that place where there is winter. We'd have
it right here for this would be hell of a world if the
women as bad as we That little stacy,
l know but it S right. Go on with your story.
He sat quiet for moment, and then continued. "She
went away. | remained at my sisters week. | could
not put her out of my thoughts Her face to
my dreams, and one night thought heard her voice
calling my cried out in my Sleep I'm comng!'
and awoke.
al could stand it longer l told my sister that 1
called back to my business in the West. took the
train; but not for the West went to the mountain
village where she was"
"Very mprudent, and, to say the least, foolish"
marked
had dropped my pistol the bed beside me by this
time. l reached the table and got cigarette.
"Have one?" asked him.
"Will |? haven't had one for ages!'
l handed him the lighted match was beginning to
treat him guest. He took long inhalation deep
into his lungs, held it for several seconds and then
leaned back against the wall and blew cloud of smoke
toward the ceiling.
81 salaam King Nicotine" he said after another
long draft. This is new one on me. What is 1t!
players Special-get 'em at my club
went to the window and drew down the shade; then
| lit the gas and turned it low.
"What happened in the mountains"
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