New Britain herald., 1916-03-15
EPISODE VIII.


 ] Well, yes and no-I haven't come
 to that yet. When we went down. l stairs with our suit cases in our hands
 the proprietors wife was giving him
 an earful of what she had heard about
 us, of how bad we were and all the 1 rest, and MT. Pollock was sitting there 1 taking it all in but pretending to 1 read He jumped up when we came | in sight however and started to speak, but we pushed by him and I walked right up to the proprietor and said, Look here-you've been pretty white to us, but somebody is spread ing a lot of nasty lies around here, and we're going to quit r. D. O., and we'd like whatever of the long green is coming to us after our room rent is paid The old guy got red as thunder, and his wife vcered like a weather-cock, and hollers out, You can't leave like that there's three drummers comin this afternoon, and tomorrow's market day If you quit you don't get a cent At that the proprietor started to say something on his own account but seeing MT Pollock was listening he said we'd bet ter all go into the dining-room to settle it; but MT. Pollock followed us in, and said that as he was friend of ours, he would like to hear what the trouble was in case he could be of any assistance"
 Did he seem to have any inkling as to what the trouble Was?"
 Yes. He said that he had heard there about Mary's past and that of course no actress could expect to have any reputation, as everybody knew what road companies were. At that I got so mad I fairly flew at him, but he brushed me aside and went up and grabbed Mary's hands, saving l at least care nothing about gossip. Know ing Miss Page, l have repeatedly of fered to marry her and now-now I ask again. Mary, you can kill this islander in a minute by marrying mel That Wised me to his game all right, but before l could tell her, she had dragged her hands away from him with a scream and backed against the wall staring at us as if-as if-she was I called out Mary! Mary,' but she didn't seem to hear me. She just kept staring at MT. POllOck.'
 Was he much excited?" snapped Langdon.
 "Yes, but he was half drunk, too He'd been drinking a lot all day, and it showed plainly on him. It was that. I guess, that made him act like a fool and try to catch her in his arms. crying that there was nothing ahead of her but disgrace and disaster un- less she married him.
 Did she reply?"
 Amy shuddered and her voice was a long time in coming, as if the hor- TOT of something had engulfed her in muteness; but at last, her eyes rest ing on Mary as if she had to re-assure herself that she was actually there, she said
 "No-she didn't answer She struck at him-twice-then she screamed and ran out-and-across the street to the railroad. We've followed as quickly as we could and then-"she cholled and her hand went waveringly to her throat, if the words would not come-"and then we saw the man waving his flag and knew the-the train from New York was coming in.-I-think I went crazy myself for a minute. l screamed and screamed and I heard Pollock screaming too, and we ran like mad but we couldn't catch her-only- thank God-the man with the danger flag saw her and stopped her just in time!"
 Did she fight against capture?"
 No. She just fainted dead off in his arms, and when we got to her, he had carried her over and laid her on the platform. It was then that I saw MT. Langdon. He had just gotten off the train, and when he saw the crowd and Mary lying there, he turned white as a sheet and came running over.
 But I told him that she had only 1 tainted and he'd better carry her over 1 to the hotel. By that time we'd collected a crowd as big as if the cir GUS had come to town, and when we crossed the street I could see Dave 1 Pollock glooming to himself on the | edge of the rabbe, looking like a l thunder cloud but not daring to in l terfere."
 Was Miss Page conscious when you l reached the hotel?"
 | No. But after she had been laid | on the sofa in the parlor and the land 1 lady had bathed her forehead a while l she opened her eyes and smiled at us, and the old woman, who was a