The Washington times., 1914-01-10
THE HOUR OF CONFLICT
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them open. and while he quickly read
nrst one and then the other, grin
divided his face from ear to ear.
( what's the matter with your called
Angy; Got any letters? There was
no definite reply, but she heard a series
of curious thumps, followed bv the fail
OF a chair and then Ruddys voice as
ne burst into song. Every body's do
ing it, doing iti doing it, Every
Angy popped her head round the door.
Doing whatY' !
Ruddy cametup to her in a series Of
sloe-steps, waving things in his hand,
extemporizing as he zane:
Rum tum, tu-n,
Tum tum tddle;
Was the check he
Got for his sketch little?
Ttddy diddy d da
What no. she bumpsi
He waved a check before her eyes and
then stopped singing. and said In the
tones Of an excited boy, Listen to
this: The Bystander. Dear Sir-I shall
be glad IL you will come and see me
reference to the black and-white draw
ing you sent me on Friday CT last week.
Yours faithfully, neutrality-suspicious.
Spocket, Editor What price that.
young woman, eh2 See me go forth IN
all the glory of my hign hat acs geat
with this person with BuckiE11n Pal
ace pomp, Ha, hai''
Angy's face lit up. "Ohl my deas.
What can 1t meanY'
Il haven't the vaguest conception, but
it's something good. feel il in my
bones By Jove. If only I've got my
foot in at last Hurry up, darlingI''
Angy hurried 1t vas Usually a point
Of contest between them 20 see who
should spill the least water from the
bath. This morning Ruddy forgot all
about it Water went everywhere, great
splashes Of II, and ne WAS nothing Ike
dry when he struggled into q pristine
skirt and a pair Of black trCnsers which
he took from beneath the mattress, thus
beautifully pressed and ironed-
This was field day, and the trousers
were field-day trous srs. used only. for
the interviewing Of editors, and the
coat must be carefully brushed and
collar and bow tie, black bow tie
that Angy would conjure INTO butter
fly. He was rotter at bow ties
And there was the high hat that lived
way. That needed atIeast five minutes
careful smoothing with silk banker
chief. The Bystander! Gao, II only
''Ruddyi OH Ruddy' come here. quick
Iy!'
with a shock in the preparation Of his
clothes. and he was out Of the bedroom
in two leaps.
She was standing very white in 'front.'
OF the daily mail which was spread out
on the table.
She caught his hand and pointed si-
lently. He placed a shaking finger on
a short paragraph at the bottom OF a
column.
PRISONER SHOT AT DARTMooR.
Yesterday afternoon, while at work In
the cuarries. one Of the convicts sud
ieniy attacked warden John Petr1e with
! t.. hfrr, hahfT11 md
started to run The noise attracted the
attention Of Warden Alfred Smith. who
opened fre. and with his
second shot struck the escaping convict
through the left lung. The convict,
Frederick Macixfnerny, who was on
sentence for the great
queen Victoria street burglary Of =
rear ago. died soine hours later.
Ruddy read the little casual paragraph
,ut loud. the girls hand tight in his.
I was a big moment for them both, ana
hey forgot all about the kippers which
we're sizzling up to a stick. They just
Itood and looked at each other silently.
he man In trousers and a shirt, with
lis braces hanging down and one slip
'er half way across the room, the girl
With her big eyes looking into his.
Don't start thinking back. kiddy.
Hes dead, and we both can thank God
or it, He pulled her across the room
md stood her under the oil-painting.
I don't know where the rabbi lives, but
We II go out and ind him. just you and
Mr.. and Mrs. Laleham, eh? And then
vc might trot along and look up the
oveInor and mother How does il
:r u you?''
Ii struck her very hard. for when sac
iSted her head eff Ruddy's chest she
aid. "Oh! look I've made your shirt
III weti Isn't Il funny how everything
llways happens on the same day?''
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