The Washington herald., 1911-12-31
The Story of Charles Klein's Thrilling Play.
Novelzed by j. w. McConaughy,

[ echoed, her face blank with amazement
| ''Why-why-here! Come in hereI she
ended grimly, drawing him into a pew
Now tell me what you mean by thi.
| nonsense
With an effort he pulled himself to-
| gethtr and grasped at the first idea thai
formed itself.
| Why, you see, Sis" he began, halt.
| ugly, lit is absolutely necessary that !
sec Fred Tooker this afternoon. You
know, he"
Il know he went to Chicago yester-
day. she cut in, bitingly. "Or, at least
you said he'd gone"
| Isabefs eyes were beginning to sparkle
| dangerously. Her brother could not hide
his confusion.
Il know! I know" he began hastily.
But he didn't go"
! And messenger came right up here
to the church and walked in and found
you and told you he wanted to see you.
| Billy, what on earth is the matter with
you?'
For 4 fraction of a second his lip
| trembled as he bent over her.
For PHYS sake, Sis" he pleaded, in q
low, unsteady voice Don't ask me to
60. Tell EN- I'm sick. or anything. But
I can't go. That's ALL
And he was gone.
Ills SISTER BdZeO AFTER MIN OunDIE unIll
he had passed out of the church. Then
a half-formed, instantly suppressed
thought crossed her mind
Il wonder if Billy realizes She
sighed and hurried back to the vestry.
The excuse, in a more coherent and
plausible form, was offered and accepted,
but Catherine Darwin turned her face
| away, that her friend might not see
something that came to her eyes.
What n hn Ho1 to iply ho
he might have loved her! He did not
even care enough to treat her with COM
mon courtesy on her wedding day.
Emerson forced his way through the
thronG at the door and in front of the
line of carriages at the curb. bowling
nervously to every one who met his eye
in a panic lest he should seem i'll at
ease.
He hurried diagonally across the ave-
nue. and started north, walking as fast
as he could. Except that he desired
above everything else in the world 20
be utterly alone, he had no idea where
he WAS going or what he was going TO
do.
In spite of the rapid, even pace ut
which he walked, he was in a condl-
ton approaching -somnambulism. He
blindly took the left-hand side of the
sidewalk and but for the fact that men
and women respectfully gave the right
of way after glance at his powerful
frame and great shoulders, he would
have had several embarrassing COLI
SiOnS.
He did brush against several men
rather roughly, but after an impatient
irritated glance at the hurrying figure
in the immaculate frock coat and silk
losophy of New Workers who are used
to being walked on, jostled, and showed
all their lives.
At Fifty-seventh street where an off
shoot of the crosstown traffic takes a
side channel to get away from the plaza,
he reCrOssed the avenue and bumped into
a stalwart young Irish policeman of the
traffic SQUAD. who ordinarily didn't take
any truck from nobody"
He was about to make some distinctly
audible and forcibIe comment on Emer-
sons system of making a crossing, when
he noticed a slight lurch in the young
mans walk and grinned as he reflected
that he shared a weakness with swelldom
''Soused again. he muttered.
Emerson was not conscious that he
had literally come into contact with the
law. He strobe blindly on toward the
plaza entrance of the park. He was
seeking solitude in his pain.
At Fifty-eighth street he started,
straight as the crow flies, across the
plaza, past the statue of Sherman, to
the entrance to the park. He stepped
off the curb directly in front of an enor-
nous limousine. The chauffeur jammed
on the brake with a jerk and cursed him
fluently in bad English and excellent
French.
He entered the park. walking as rap
idly as ever On past the Zoo, across
the upper end of the Mall. past the west
ern side Of the lake, up the West drive,
along the edge of the reservoir and into
the Wilderness he marched as fast as
he could put foot to ground.
In thirty minutes he was out again and
headed south on the East Side. At the