The Washington herald., 1913-08-31
Clever and Mysterious Society Burglar Stories Number 10
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The voice was coming nearer, repeating
the queer snatch of melody.
| The girl sat still, pressing her hand
on her heaving breast and keeping one
eye on the open window, with an occas-
ionsl calculating, spprehending glance at
the low light above.
SUDDENLY the voice stopped directly be-
meath the window and repeated loudly,
as though wishing to be heard in the
| kitchen, "Th' gol duurn Dootch."
Selling an apron from the table. the
| girl tied II swiftly about her waist and
| resumed her former position. muttering:
IF anything happens, wit dis on can
pass fer de cook"
Her trained eye caught a sneaRing mo-
ton of the window curtain: a fat, red
| forefinger had grasped 1t and was eau
| tiously pushing il aside.
The girl bit her lip, held her breath,
and forced down her breast to quiet nor-
| self in the awful anxiety as the curtain
| opened, little by little.
A startled intake of breath escaped her
as suddenly a big. blowsy Irish face, with
huge smile, framed itself in the win
| dow.
The face was topped with a helmet.
My Coda fly copr' the girls mind
gasped. 'Pinched-sure as hell.''
She sat quietly. her eye fixed in horror
on the apparitinn in the window.
Hanna, Hannah. are yez there, acush-
la - called the policeman.
The girl sat still: he had not yet dis
| tinguished her form.
"Oi say, darlint, are yeZ there awaitin'
fer yer faithful Pat?" came the low
voice, tinged with disappointment at re-
ceiving no answer.
After a moments sad gazing into the
gloom Pat started to withdraw his head,
whimpering: "Oi begorra, an she's gone
off an lef' me this very noight, an me
a-standin' here wit tn engagement rims
Albumin holes in me pocket CIVILIAN
nah. yez are a bowId dayceiver-a bowld
dayceiver."
What's that. What's that" cried the
officer, pushing his head farther into the
room the girls chair creaked. She
started at the sound. and then quickly
her head dropped back 10 the table with
a muffled Damn"
"Oh. Hannah. ye little divil. yez,
a-tryin' me pore heart in such a way.
Come out from there, come out from
there, ! say. cried Pat, his woebssOne
look changing to a beaming smile.
Another silence caused the disappointed
lover to remove his helmet and scratch
his head rehectively.
"Aw. now, an maybe it was only a
cat" he ventured at length. But I'll
With this determination he hosted him
self slowly. painfully, to the sill, conf
pletaly fIling the frame; grOaned,
grunted. and Gasped, ripped of a hand
full of brass buttons, and finally landed
in the room like a diving hippopOtamus.
After careful look around he To-
Gated the girl at the table.
"Aw. Hannah. swate wan, are yez
a-cryin'? See-here is Pat, still faith
full to yez, Hannah. See-an' l have
brought tn very engagement ring in
me hand he pleaded softly.
The girl breathed in gasps, watch
ing sharply for a chance to dart past
him and jump through the window.
4 sudden numbering bound. A
scream.
Pat held her tightly in his arms.
There was no escape for her now.
He was smotheTing her with kisses
and mushy sentiments.
NiciOusly. like a Cornered rat. the
girl fought for her freedom. Fought
as training and instinct had taught
her 10 do in a tight place. She bit at
him, scratched him, and tried, like an
eel. to wriggle from his grasp. But
the huge policeman held her firmly
until she became quiet.
There. now, Hannah. don't fight like
yez didn't lOike it. It's your own Pat
who's a-kissin' of yez, an who's a
berther right? Let me have a look at
Yer swate face in tn loight."
The policeman pulled her gently
toward the light and turned it full on.
His eyes bulged from his head, cold