Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1913-07-12

the little store with my purchases fol
the evening meal, my eyes were al
ways searching, always looking for
the sight Of O face that remained
ever clear to me. Something seemed
always whispering to me that some
day would hnd that man whom ]
hunted; some day, he and I would
come face to face, and then II would
be woman against man-with prison
or death 40 the ending. The police
IN the years that had passed. had done
nothing toward success in CATCHING
him, and for that I hated them. De
tectives had failed. A. far % knew
the case was outlawed; even should ]
ind the man who had attacked my
husband there would be little chance
for retribution. But still I searched,
still my eyes roved, ever looking for
the face they sought, and one night"
The orchestra had begun the play.
ing Of . plaintive melody. Alice Glen.
ent paused and looked far away, while
the pendant 1t her throat poised and
fell and rose again. There was q
dangerous CLINT In her eyes now; I
saw that she was living with her
memories. remained silent. At last
the voice began again.
"There was o little secondhand
store next To the nat I occupied, Q
small twostory affair that was run BY
two Jews. The place was dark, dirty
Il had always passed with q queer
little SILVER which I never could un.
derstand.
II had been Q little late that eve.
ming on my trip 70 the grocery store.
Darkness had already come and was
hurrying along the street that I might
reach home before the baby became
frightened. Through Q long space Of
shadow had Travelled. and then came
the flare of . dinsy light % the door
Of the secondhand shop opened and o
man stepped forth, Q suitcase in his
hand. turned my head to him. then
sasped. The face!
HE did not seem to notice me, but
walked past rapidly. whirled and
tried to follow. Il was in me to
scream, to seise him II could, to
tear his throat with my hands. My
teeth clenched hard-it seemed that
oil the fury that woman can know had
suddenly surged into my heart at the
eight Of those features; I could have
killed and not have been sorry for
the deed. But failed. A half block
and the man was lost in the shadows.
For IN hour searched. then walked
slowly to my little apartment home. to
take NY baby IN my arms and cit won.
deringly BY the window. looking down
IN the darkness 70 where the little
/, secondhand shop reared IT, leprous
form-thinking and planning and
schsming for some way to md that
face again. to catch tho man I hated.
Alice Clement cooked no supper that
night. Early morning still found her
sitting BY the window. still thinking %
The music Of the cafe was loud
now. There was laughter, there was
singing from the cabaret vocalists who
lounged 1t one of the tables. But the
detective did not hear. She was liv'
Ing In the past. One hand was tap
ping the table nervously. Her head
was forward, her body tense.
II had seen men with suit cases "a
into that little secondhand store be
fore. usually at night. That fact weigh
ed on my mind. worried about II,
figured out every possible reason. but
/ no solution came. Yet there wal
something. some reason; I knew It
The next day I studied the wall Of
the building below me. Only one
window appeared. dark. shade-drawn
The are escape led within foot Of Il
right at . place where the walls Of thu
Dat In which I lived was blank ol
windows. A chance was there-s
poor chance. but determined to TAXI
It. W.
might came. and with It I put m,
child to bed and clothed myself for Z
long vigil. Then stepped out on thu
Ars escape. Slowly. cautiously.
made my way down to where I nigh
crouch BY that little window. and
there, bafnsd by the closely draw
shade, I felt the tears coming to m!
eyes and choke In my throat %
realised that my chance Of lsarninl
the secrets Of the little building wer'
fading. But suddenly. the inspiration
came. climbed back up the IRE 81
cape and set out to hnd hardware
store that BY some chance would b.
open. In two hours ] was back on tn
IRE escape. with glass cutter in m!
hands.
"From within there came sounds
loud sounds. but indistinct. ! wa
thankful for the raucousness: II woul'
hide the grating Of the glass cutter
Slowly began to trace circle ON tn
pane. The scratching sounded lik
the grinding Of car wheels to m
nervous ears. ! paused. The laughte
and noise from within continued.
lifted the glass cutter again. Again
made the circle. The edge bad Gu
deep. The crucial time had come
; the time Of chance. II luck was wit
me the glass would hang In it, socke
% I gave the blows that would fire
II from the main body. II luck we
/ against me-!
II trembled. lifted an edge OF m
dress. and placing II against the pan
to deaden the sound. raped the glas
gently ct the lower end with m
knuckles. My lungs seemed devol
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