New-York tribune., 1912-03-24
AwEsomE NEW MAeNIFIcENcE.

shuddered in anticipation Of the grand
place" was approaching. ] sighed for
the old shadowy corridors, the lurking
spots # gloom. the Black Hand atmos-
phere. the grimness OF the entrance, the
ghostly crcakncs of protesting boards
Never was stage setting more artistically
fitted TO the production. II was smelly, but
Oh, my dears. the chiaroscuro. No, !
won't tell you what that means il has TO
10 with my past-that Clinging Vine past
II took me long time 10 regain my COM
rOsuro Meantime the l. road conductor
varied his solicitous answers to my IN
quircs with peeps inside his coat, where
he was apparently carrying newspaper
sketch of Mrs. Isabella Goodwin. latest
espiraut for detective honors.
That 7 didn't look like the picture was
distinct disappointment. You could see that
he was trying to make up his mind wheth-
or fl was my cursed individual obstinacy or
just the hard luck Of the artist whose sub
jcct won't look like the drawng-it does
happen that way sometimes.
You recall when Bunyan's Pilgrim faced
the stone lions he thought they were real
and. finally. with his heart in his mouth
spproa chcd and found them hut near-lons
As We so often do-note the moral touch!
Exactly the same did ] feel approaching
the magnifcence Of that new building, the
towering facade Of stone, the sculptureo
hrutes, the golden dome TO which the con
ductor had pointed-again the taxpayers
pride-the nice broad steps DO you sup
pose the criminals remember that it's the
first gtep that counts? I can't help these
To-, I,r oir
Yes, she was distinctly nervous. Their. is
no more pathetic sight on earth than that
Of CHnging Vine gently trying 10 at
taCh itself % some substance that eludes
the grasp Like Bunyan's Pilgrim ! want
od 10 Cut and run, hut like him ] faced
the music mean the lions-and ever III
the moment Of my upper fright couiu
not help hut think how siluring the city
had made crime Why. 7 felt as ~ ] were
going "a a reception at the White House.
Personally 7 think the new Police Hean-
quarters much more attractive. on the o"'-
side of course Naturally. I have never
heen asked inside the White House. but }
am not one 10 complain. you know that
my dears
charming old official kept guard over
the lions and of the quiet. uninhabited IN
terror He had white hair and white soul
he welcomed mo as cordially as II | had
been real criminal Your frst onence'
MISS he inquired oh. so genially!
Moved by his patorual manner confessed
that this was my first offence-in the ne"
Headquarters and that was looking for
tho Police Commissioner. Mr.. Rhinelander
Waldo. From him ! received the sad news
hrolrgy- hat a IL was
Saturday afternoon. the Commissioner. true
TO immemorial usage was, in all prooapH-
ity. absent from the post Of duty. Used 10
giving advice he said: You'd better try
Miss. Good luck might be on your size
and the Commissioner so interested IN MS
work that he couldn't leave"
But he wasn't AS ! trekked to the eie-
Nator White Soul whispered: III he amt
there don't you care; you just come down
and try again try again"
The elevator man. also white souled. es-
cortcd me to the room Of Mr.. Winheld
sheehan, the secretary. He was apparently
afraid that J would get lost I'm the long
straight hall: AT the far. far end-ob' those
trembling kneesi-the door was situated
behind which were the weighty secrets !
Was 70 bear away. Alas, the door was
locked. The Commissioner had gone for
he day, the secretary had gone for the
oay-eyerybody had gone for the day.
lhere was nothing left for me 10 do but
70 30 for the day too
Ihe elevator man suggested that ] try
again The white souled ofhcisl murmured
Try again twice J departed in an at
eiosphere Of rose colored hope.
LIPS Impression had gained was a vital