New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-05-05

for awhile intentlv; then, shading her eyes
from 1.-THE light, he took out letter
You We been very good. Dear TO write every
dav. I'm glad things are going well. gu TIC. q
mention that Dr. Rudd now who was trying
to turn the men against YOU and druggii8 I'LL
with morphine Has he left? Mother IS stronger
and the doctor has appointed next "Wednesday
for us to 60 | hope I've answered all your
questions I've increased the nouriShment
every day just as you said Your letters are
so eager. What does it mean: Oh, DICK tell
me! | can trust in you. L
"Cook my supper, Myry.'
The door burst open, and IN staggered
Mooney. Gordon thrust the letter INTO MS
nockct, Mooney turned, his blOated tace
purnlc with rage The doctor glanced at the
woman. She still slept; but there was look
about the pinched features, a sound to the
heavy breathing that filled him with strong
honc-a belief that when she awoke the
vacant expression would be gone. men, II
he won, it might be But now this drunken I1s,
beast had risen up to spoil 1t an. why
should creature like that live! Why? lie
felt his senses reel, felt his body springlng
from his chair. Why? Why lnvounta,,
rilv his hand flew to his pocket and touched
the letter. 81 can trust in YOU" her last
words His hand sank to his side, and ne
looked up calmly. Mooney threatened ana
swore; but Gordon held his gaze without a
word. Then suddenly long knife flashed
Think we're goin' to SHAY here, do ye'
Think we're goin' to cure Myry. le.y,e,
amt She amt no good. I'm goln to Kill
vc-kill We both" and with the cunning OF a
maniac in his eyes he came toward the bed
Mooney" said Gordon, "you want Your
supper first" He Crcpt forward slowly:
"You'rc 50 hungry, Mooney-you want
One bound and ne had seized the upIlfted
hand. Deity tripping Moneys leg, ne
forced him backward to the floor and held
him by the throat that he might make no
aUi-vi-hoop-la, Little Mister Doctor
bcata Mooney Williamo.' The cry swcIIcdi
through the door as it was thrown back, ana
lin Strong strobe IN. o., q,
This time seen it frac the bcginnln'. |
kcckit thru the window. | thocht Mooney
WIND be intcrfern' wi We Nh gctta backa.
he callcI. waving the crowd Of Italians away
from the door. "I1l bring him DOT the moo,
"Takc him away quick, said Gordon.
"Kccp them quiet: she's waking up.
Wien he had shut the door softly the
woman stirred and sighed heavily, then
opened her eyes.
"Nlooncv amt back, is he, thought |
hcarcd him bawln' for supper.
Don't worry, Mrs Williams. tie not
coming back. Do YOU remember what you
did with the buttcrcups;
"Buttcrcups. What YOU talkln bout.
Man, There amt no buttcrcups IN winter.
40" said Gordon eagerly, joyfully. NO.
they don't grow in winter do they, Mrs.
Williams, OF course not" And then tor
one little second he turned away his head
TT wa, with difficulty that the doctor passed
l through the village that night. Il was
PAYDAY. and eighty Italians had come down
the creek for drink. Like wildtlre the news
Of the attempted murder was spreading, and
already they were preparing to take the
criminal 10 Charleston "lIoop-la, Little
Mister Doctor" rang out necessarily as
Gordon wcdgci his way toward his own
cabin. one thought filled his brain. He
must reach Margaret before Wednesday
must prove what ne now dared believe.
Sticking under his door was blue en-
vclop. Mechanically he went in and opened
il. HI, forehead burned and his fingers
auivcrri from the long strain. Before We'd
nc-,lay yes, he would His eyes fell upon
the open page: