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

revolver and wrenchng it from his grasp, because
of onenight stands has made me nervous, and
sometimes | can't make my finger behave" l tapped
the trigger of the harmless old prop to emphasize my
intimidating assertion.
twill you listen to me for five minutes Then if you
don't believe me, turn to the police" he
treated earnestly.
could not see the mans face account of the light
being behind him. but the tall, athletic figure the pecu
liar quality of his voice. and his excellent diction inn
pressed me strongly in his favor.
"Sit down on that trunk and spin your yarn. 1t may
furnish me the plot for vaudeville sketch, burglar
gun is double action and have Saint Vituss dance in
the forefnger of my right hand"
He sat down on the trunk and wiped his forehead
with his sleeve. The dim light of the fell
side of his body and face and the first thing that
struck me the convicts suit he wore. knew then
that he escaped prisoner from the penitentiay
The knowledge gave little start, which managed
to conceal but could not help wishing that the gun in
my hand was loaded with bullets instead of blank
tridges, for this would undoubtedly fight desper
atey before he would be returned to prison. He
about twenty-eight with thick blond hair cut convict
fashion, very pale-the prison palor, suppose,
frank open eyes, the color of which could not make out
the semidarkness In spite of the unbecoming cut of
his hair and the trying costume he the mans face
showed unmstakabe signs of good breeding dropped
the revolver that it hung between my knees and
looked at him ntently for full minute.
"Wel" said finally, "the curtains up. Let's see
how sketch starts off,
TOLD you that was victim of circumstances" he
l from the West to visit my sister, who lived in
suburban town near-never mind the city; it doesn't
matter One of sisters friends beautiful young
woman of twenty three"
Enter the leading lady," l observed.
Though just past grlhood the lady had the saddest
face saw-a shrinking, appealing expression
which went straight to my heart. l asked my sister if
there tragedy connected with her friends life
and she told me there was"
"The plot is developing" interrupted.
"She married to more than twice her age"
he on IAN overbearing jealous suspicious brute
who made no effort to give her pleasure himself and
positively objected to her finding it without him."
"Cruel husband; prosecuted wife-rather conven-
tiona" l nterjected Il know the type, though My
sister married of those human ours; but, thank
Heaven! kind Providence has recently removed him
from this mundane stage, and think he is playing
leading part in the greatest fire drama the world has
never seen. But pardon me- interrupt"
"Theres going into Details" he continued;
"you can see what followed. She to my sisters
often almost daily Her beauty and her suffering
a combination normal man could resist. loved her
and suffered with her. l never the husband-a
lucky thing for hmnor he He went into the city
to business every day. and returned the village in the
evening His jealousy and selfshness great that
he never anywhere with his wife, did he allow
her to 60 when he was at home.