The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1914-01-09

Tor the past rev mOmeutS udu UcSh
travelling down line Of the murderers
in the jury box. Suddenly they rested
upon the posing Lambert and recog-
nized him.
$50 that's 1t. is it?" she remarked
in her hardest and driest voice. 1.-The
wretch
Lambert. however. seeing her eyes
turn from him. was sure that she had
not recognized him.
To the other woman Mrs. Beamish
turned. and then. pointing to the MUIR
derers, she asked for Lamberts ben
eft:
What are those?"
..Those are murderers. madam" said
the woman.
They look it, returned Mrs. Beam
ish. her voice cutting through Lam
bert. every man Jack of them. espe-
cially that one in the corner with the
hideous red face" She glanced into
the catalogue she carried. NO 9-Dr.
Crippen. Just what | should have
guessed. You can see the man is a
monster of wickedness."
$50 you can. my lady," agreed the
other.
Lambert shook in his boots, but not
with amusement.
"Crime written large across his ugly
face in every line of it." resumed Mrs.
Beamish. who was having her revenge
entirely unknown to her victim. And
there are good many OF them-a
hardened old villain. could believe
anything OF man with that face"
so could |. my lady, agreed readily
her companion.
"Yes. and he's extraordinarily like a
man I've known and suspected for
long time"
"Lor. lady. that amt no compliment
to the gentleman"
HE isn't gentleman" said Lam
bert's punisher; hes quite common
person and behaves himself as SUCH"
"You don't say so. lady!'
Don't |. though. And that's moth
ing to what could say. But. there. |
can't look at the creature. 1t makes
me quite i'll. and I'm tired, shall sit
down for bit-until they turn the
people ont"
She seated herself directly below the
jury box and beneath Lambert lnvol-
unfairly the trainer. who had been
rtGding 1t difficult to hold his pose and
keep his face as expressionless as wax
groaned.
| Instantly the woman who had been
talking with Mrs. Beams exclaimed:
"Lor'. what was that?"
"What?'
Didn't you hear it? Sounded like q
groan."
Mrs. BeamiSh 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 heard.
well. why not:' she responded
Its the chamber of horrors. dare
say it's done by neutrality-suspicious.
suffering tortures, or on the rack, ol
something"
AS Mrs. Beamish laid her gold mesl
bag down on the bench beside her. JUS
under a sign. Beware of Pickpockets,
the other woman sank down on thu
bench with smothered oh
whats the matter:" asked Mrs
Beamish. anxiously.
It's my hunger my lady" she said
morseI of food all day. | came in herr
thinking that some kind of person
might assist me. but
Mrs. Beamish passed to the other ,
very handsome bottle of smelling salts
which the woman kept.
Feel any better?" asked Mrs. Beam
ish.
"A little" confessed the other, ant
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 othe
loose valuables of the jealous Mrs
Beamish.
IF you'd let me offer you some
thing" and Mrs. Beamish's hand mad
IA movement vaguely toward the plac
where her purse had been
But the other knew the impulse an
killed it an once.
NO. no. my lady she said; Il kno,
you mean kindly. but don't spoil il
Poor | may be. and unhappy am. bu
has my pride"
She was half way to the door nov
"Thank heaven have my pride, m
lady" she said once again and wa
gone.
Poor. dear esoul' commented Mr.
Beamish aloud to the nnbounded d,
light of poor lambert. who did nj
dare move. "and so dignitievl in he
sorrow. What hard lives some peop
have"
There was a suspicion of tears in ht
@ eyes, and she put her hand in ht
pocket to find her handkerchif.
why. wherever'S my handkerchief
she exclaimed. Then as gradually Il
truth dawnpd. And and my purse