The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-09-17
CHAPTER Vlll-Continued.

Dorcas glanced at the handful Of
men covering in a Swallowed corner.
A sudden fear seized her, the feminine
terror of midnight streets.
You don't imagine" she whispered,
that shall have any trouble? It Is
possible am making mistake in the
man. Are there dangerous characters
among them?"
mot exactly dangerous" said the
officer slowly. IF they're dangerous
it's from hunger. 1t amt once year
you find a crook in the bread line. It's
too easy to spot them, waiting as they
do for an hour or two In that light"
Thank you,' said the girl. She
crouched behind half-drawn curtain
In the shadow of the carriage, watch
Ing eagerly the gathering of homeless.
hungry men. They began to creep to-
ward the bakery from every direction,
most of them with shambling step
that told of ill-shod feet or shamed
reluctance to beg for food. The skies
had been lowering for hours, and just
before midnight the first storm of the
winter came down. 1t began with keen,
tiny needles of ice, but they stung and
froze. for the wind drove them in
merciless, piercing flurries. The loi-
tering men crowded together and
turned their faces sullenly from each
furious cloud Of sleet. Hunger was
bitter enough without the storm.
Dorcas watched through misty eyes.
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the throng. Below her in a basement
a warm red light burned, and through
an open door the wind blew the fra
GRANGE of boiling coffee across the
street. She saw man thrust a slim
white-faced boy into shelter between
the wall and himself.
"If l were starving l couldn't be pa
tient and courteous" she thought.
1.-The smell of food would madden me.
would batter door down"
She started suddenly, then for a
moment she scarcely breathed. Down
Tenth street slouched tall, STOPPING
figure. The man wore a shabby over
coat which covered his body almost
to the feet; it's collar was turned high
about his neck and an old SLOUGH hat
Swallowed his face. Dorcss could see
little between but bristling beard.
The keenest detective searching for
Andrew Merry would not have glanced
twice at the figure; Dorcas' eyes fol-
lowed 1t with grave perplexity. She
had been startled into recognition the
night before when the man pulled the
shabby hat down over his face She
caught a glimpse of Merry's long,
white, slender fingers and noted an
impatient, peculiarly graceful gesture
which was characteristic of him. Dor
cas- had seen it frequently, sometimes
when he was on the stage, sometimes
while he had talked with her.
He paused before facing the glare
of Broadway and pulled the hat brim
carefully about his face; it might have
been for shelter from the stinging
blasts of sleet or for better conceal
ment Then he seemed to gather him.
self together with energy born OF des-
pair. He stepped quickly forward and
took his place at the end of the bread
line. il hundred men stood between
him and the beneficence of food. 9th
ers were closing in behind him. Here
and there one man turned to speak to
another; the man Dorcas was watch
ing stood immovable. He thrust his
hands deep in his overcoat pockets,
his eyes were fixed on the whitening
sidewalk beside him. Dorcas turned
TO the opposite window and nodded
with an eager gesture to the officer.
His hand went up. He spoke to the
cabman in a low voice.
Drive round through University
place to Tenth-then up toward
Broadway. Pull up halfway down the
block"
The man turned his horse and
moved down the street.