Wheeling majority. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1907-192?, 1912-07-18

| but his long record OF crime IncllneS
all to positive belief in his guilt
"Why, this is mistake" Tim said.
handing back the paper. ut can't be
Mrs. Regan's Jimmy"
"How dye make it," one inquired.
"Simply because I'm James Regan
and I'm on my way to see my mother
in here" Tim replied calmly.
you're Jimmy!" exclaimed the
women in chorus.
Eyes, and now l must hurry in to
see my mother" Tim said, entering
the hall.
Mrs. Regan, Tim saw Immediately,
was an aged woman Of at least IS
She was lying in bed; and the means
she gave vent to were as knives in the
heart Of Tim. -, y
at can't be my Jimmy" Tim heard
her groan. at amt, for he'd never
murder a man-it's mistake. that's
what it is-a mistake. Oh. Its all a
mistake" T. ,,.
Yes, yes, it's all mistake" Tim
argued inwardly. Its all q mistake,
and I'm the one to blame. l killed
the man; so help me God, l didn't
want to do it, and here's Jimmy ready
to swing for 1t. Oh God! What am
l to do?"
He gazed at the suffering woman
for a second or two. He saw that sne
was not far from deaths door.
"And I'm to blame" thought Tim;
'T'm to blame for it ALL"
The woman looked up and saw Tim
"Who are you?" she gasped. "What
do you want? Anything bout Jimmy?
It's a lie. Amt it all a lie7 Tell me,
o, God, tell me Quick!"
eyes," replied Tim, approaching the
bed. "M's all lie-a dirty lie"
"oh, thank God? l knew it; l knew
tt"
Eyes, mother, it's a lie-I'm Jimmy.
Don't you remember me?"
With a start Mrs. Regan seated her.
self upright in bed.
"You? You my Jimmy? My boy?"
she asked excitedly, peering at Tins
flushed fac@
eyes, I'm your Jimmy. Don't you
remember me. mother?" Tim asked
in a low voice. seating himself on the
edge of the bed.
'It's been so long-I don't remem-
ber-you. Jimmy? IL think
yves"
"sure, it's yes, mother" Tim inter
rupted. '''I'm your Jimmy. Don't you
remember when was kid an went
swimming with Tim an he yanked
me out after I'd gone down for the
third timer"
"Yes-yes-"
can don't you remember how was
always playing with Tim after that
even though you said he was bad
boy an make me bad?"
Il do-yes-"
"And how bout the day I was sent
home for stealing the teachers wig
an throwing it into the pond-remem-
ber?"
"Oh, Jimmy! Jimmy! You're my
Jimmy!" the mother cried, clasping
Tim in her arms and kissing him
again and again.
For an hour Tim and Jimmy's
mother talked OF the old days. ana
never once did she for a moment sus-
meet that Tim was other than her son.
A happy smile played about her lips
while Tim laughed and joked.
But Tim was passing through
great struggle. He saw tive lives In
his hands-Jimmy and his mother He
could see them dead-and at his own
hand.
And then he rapidly thought OF the
wallet he had given Jimmy-the wal
let that had caused the conviction.
"Great God! Jimmy:s willing to
hang rather than say he got 1t from
me! He's ready 70 0ie OelOle ~
squeal!"
Tim reached a conclusion win
lightning speeds~
springing to his Feet Tim asked:
Mother, where's the sheriff to be
found?" ~
"Down at the town hall. Jimmy
Why do you ask3
ooh, I've just got to see him about
something
"When will you be back .Jimmie!
she interrupted
"Oh, don't worry mother; your
Jimmy soon will be with you again!
Tim answered as he hurried from the
room.
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