News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1912-01-31
Wire is still busy Will call you,

a few moments they were talking.
Captain Henry gave the same de
J tails that he had given to Ridgeton
gave them like flash. Then having
evidently learned wisdom, he passed
calls to Lakeville, New Burn anC
New York at the same time.
jeanette had not thought he would
do that. The train did not get into
New York until nearly six o'clock
Dared she delay that call so long 8
time?
She took the calls slowly making
him repeat several times, until his
voice was like cannon roar with
anger. Then she set her teeth, folded
her arms, and waited. Once she made
a feint of receiving reports on the
calls and after giving the bogus in
formation courteously to Captain Hen
ry recorded it on the back of the tick
cts.
500 N. G. Ono circuit).
$40 By (busy).
The girl beside her was watching
her curiously, How queer jeanette
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The fight was on. 270 called every
other breath.
Jeanette tried to keep him good
natured. If he should call No 25 and
complain. an investigation would
| quickly settle everything. She would
be sent away on the spot, Every min
ute's delay meant hope, perhaps life.
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her. She tried to hold herself still
and calm that she might think clear
| ly. She began to realize the terrible
thing that had happened. The agony
| of 1t sank in slowly. Perhaps she
would wake up suddenly and find that
she had been dreaming.
But 270 was grim reality. He was
calling again.
Then for over an hour she stub
bornly fought every inch of the way.
Captain Henry was a big man and
smart one, but he could not manage
something he did not understand. He
had been obliged to wait for busy
wires before this. 1t was nothing new
nor surprising. He never even
dreamed that this peculiar combina-
ton Of busy wires, with other tech
nical terms that sounded perfectly
proper, even familiar, was due to a
slip of girl, one-quarter his age, in
the central telephone Office just four
blocks up the street.
The numbers danced before her
tired eyes. Her face was hot with the
excitement But when six o'clock came
she had just put up the connection
between 270 and New York. She had
won.
She stumbled out of her chair. She
was so rigid she could scarcely move.
She put on her hat and cloak with
stiff fingers. The girls seemed to shun
her, or was it her fancy? They must
know 1t, too. Every ore must know
1t. Why, the world was full of it.
Richard was murderer, flying for
his life, and yet, SO strange and I'M
true it seemed that, even as she said
1t, she waited at the street door
minute for his familiar figure. Then
she started home alone.
Oh, to know he was safe, to know
where he was!
She caught her breath sharply and
hurried on.
1t had evidently been raining. The
dark was coming early. The mist chung
to her skirts and dampened her hair.
The electric light flickered on little
pools of wind-swept water in the
road
Susan met her at the door, her kind,
she started.
why, Jeanette, dear. what has
happened?"
But jeanette could not speak. Some
thing was beating in her throat like
a mad thing. She brushed past her
and went in. Susan did not shut the |
door jeanette heard her s,~ing, |
Have you two been quarreling?"
Who was Susan talking to? A
mans voice answered.
"It does look like it." he said. |
She has been over a block ahead of |
me all the way, going like race
horse"
"Richard",
She turned back to the door and
tried to call his name, but 1t was only
a gasp. Then he caught her.
Sweetheart, has some one been
you? Why. Jeanette
Why, Jeanette"
With a great effort she struggled
out of the darkness that threatened
to engulf her.
1.-The murder, Richard, you"
He lifted her up into his arms and
her in. sat down in the big,
rocker with her.
There, there, child It's all right,
Jeanette. Nash Farnsworth shot
Lathrop, but he is not going to die,
though they thought he was at first.
Did you get 1t wrong? 1t was mixed
at first, in the excitement Did they
tell you it was Richard Nash who did
It? His first name being my last one,
and description being rather alike did
make little bother. He got away.
guess. | imagine he got that four
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