The Cairo bulletin., 1914-03-25

almost Supplying force She won
dered If she could Keep her strength,
her courage-her nerves.
The girl was English. Mrs. Wran-
dali was convinced Of the fact. almost
Immediately. Enthusiastically English
and apparently of the cultivated type.
la fact, the peculiarities of speech
that determines the London shcN girl
or music-hall character were wholly
lacking Her voice, her manner, even
under such trying conditions, were
characteristic Of the English woman
OF cultivation. Despite the dreadful
strain under which she labored, there
were evidences of that curious Sc
renity which marks the English won.
an of the better classes: an Unborn
composure, calm orderiness of the
emotions. Mrs WranGall was con.
scious of u sense OF surprise. of
wonder that increased as her thoughts
resolved themselves into something
less chaotic than they were at the time
of contact with this visible condition.
For Il mile or more she sent the car
! along with reckless disregard for com.
fort or safety Her mind was cropping
for something tangible in the way Oh
intentions What was she to do with
this creature? What was to become
of her? At what street corner should
she turn her adrift? The idea OF
handing her over to the police did
not enter her thoughts for an instant
Somehow she felt that the girl was
a stranger to the city. She could not
explain the feeling, yet it was with
her and very persistent. OF course
there was u home of some sort, OF
lodgings, or friends. but would he girl
dare show herself In familiar hauntst
She found herself wondering VIII!
tie poor wretch had not made way
with herself Escape seemed out o
the question That must have been
clear to her from the beginning elst
! why was she going back there TO give
herself up? What better way out o.
it than self-destruction. She would
advise the girl to leave the car whel
they reached the center Of certain
bridge that spanned the river! No one
would find her.
Even as the thought took shape il
her mind. she experienced a great
, sense Of awe so overwhelming that
she cried out with the horror Of 1t
She turued her bead for quick glance
! 1t the mate., Hretched face shown
whte abage She robe, and her hear
aehed With andden pity for her The
! thought Of that slender. alive thinf
going down to the icy waters-hel
soul turned sick with the dread of it!
In that instant. Sara Wrandail-nc
philauthropist, no seutimentalist-
made up her mind to give this errint
Zone more than an even chance for sal
| walton She would see her safely
across that bridge and many others
| God had directed the footsteps OF this
| girl so that she should fall in with
, the one best qualified to pass iudg
ment on her It was in that persons
! mower to save her or destroy her. The
commandment, Thou shalt not KILL
took on broader meaning as she con
sidered the power that was hers; the
power to kill
4 great relaxation came over Sarf
| Wrandan it was as If every nerve
every muscle in her body had reached
The swapping point and suddenly hat
given way. For moment her hands
were weak and powerless. her heae
fell forward In an instant sht
conquered ~ but only partially-tht
strange feeling of Iassitude Then she
reelized how tired she was, how fierce
ly the strain had told on her body an'
brain, how much she had really sui