Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-01-13

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Lambert shook IN biz boots. but not
mn a1nusansnt
~Csins writtan laxgs aeeoas his usiy
fsoe = evafy line ot It" reaumed Ars.
BeamAah, VIE VA having her ravsngp
antlseaN upkn>Wn n hsr victim. and
thoEV an 4 800 many Of theu-a
haFdeaad old VILLAIN. coul0 halteyS
anytlins Of : man WITH that Ease"
90 esaA I. M lady." aGseeA readily
her eonpsnton,
sYsa. ana hAs t1aordinarily like :
nan I'v& t1sws ana suspsetsd Tor .
lons tlme.H
"los', hAy. that aia't no osrplimeas
b ~ gentleman"
.Ha isat : esetisaaan,' saM Lam.
hsEss pun1eAee; "Ast ssite . common
pesson ana h4hAvss hinaeie - such."
.Yse den't say -. lAAy~
..Dsnt /. theash. And that's moth
iag d what l eoaM ny. mt there. I
cant Nor at the CREATURE. Il makes
me quite III and I'm tiIed. shall sit
down for bit-untjl they turn the
people eat
she sea&sd bsrsslf directly below the
fury box And beneath Lambert, lnvol-
uptaraly ~ 6ainer. who had been
a,dins II dimcnlt 70 hold hia pose and
feep II 6l1s q expesidanlass O. wax
gloansA.
Instantly the womaD WHO had hen
tplkius WITH Mrs. Beemish exclaimed:
.Lor', what was thatT
"Whatr' \
~piA.'t 70. hear II, sesuAsd like .,
ssoaa.s
Nm. BsaniaA had known perfectly
what the sound was, but she had very
definite plan IN her mind regarding
Lambert. and she pretended that she
hadn't board.
.Well. why not?' she responded.
.'Its the chamber Of horrors. dare
say itis done By maehinsey-sos.ebody
suffering tortufes, OK on the rack. or
something"
Al Mn. Bsamish laid her gold mesh
bag down On the bench beside her. just
under sieD. Beware Of Pickpockets,"
the other woman sank down on tho
bench with snothersd "ohr'
whats the matter?" asked Mrs..
Bsamiah. apx3ously.
"It's my hunger. my lady" she said.
I'm out Of work. haven't had Al
morsel OF food all day. came IN here
thinking that some Kind OF person
might assist ne. but
Mrs. BsAmish passed to the other q
very handsome bottle OF smelling salts,
which the woman kept.
Feel any better?' asked Mr. Beam
ish.
"A little" confessed the other. and
she slipped into her pocket Mrs. Beam
ish's gold bag.
"Oh. my lady. how kind you are"
she added. as into her specially ar
ranged pocket went all Of the other
loose valuables Of tho jealous Mrs.
Beamish.
III you'd let me o6sr you some
thing" and Mrs. Beamish's hand made
Q movement vaguely toward the place
where her pure had been.
But the other knew the impulse ana
killed It an once.
"No. no. my lady" she said; II know
you mean kindly. hut don't spoil It
Poor may be. and unhappy am. but
I has my pride"
She was half way to the door now.
THANK heaven l have my pride, my
lady" she said once again and was
gone
Poor. dear SOUL" commented Ars.
Beamish aloud to the unbounded de.
nght Of poor Lambert. who did not
dare move. land 70 dignified in her
sorrow. What hard lives some people
have"
There was q suspicion Of tears in her
eyss. and she put her hand In her
rocket TO 6nd her handkerchif.
why. whsrsver's my handkerchief!'
she exclaimed. Then % gradually the
truth dawped. "And-and my pure?
And whsrs's my gold bag? The old
woman
A moment more she was running 1fom
the chamber Of horrors. crying:
Here! Stop thief! Stop THIEF!
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