Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-05-09

with closed eyes and blank expression.
His stubby right hand was wound round
with three or four coils of the mon
Keys rope, making the little beast a
secure prisoner; and his left hand was
lying on the sand, stretched toward his
hand organ as If in unconscious pro-
lection.
June crept around, under the pier,
keeping well behind him until she made
sure that he was really asleep-not
shamming. Very cautiously she drop
ped to her knees and crawled toward
the organ.
With remarkable rapidity she I'M
Duckled the broad, tough strap that
was attached to it and got on her feet.
Then she listened to the Italians loud
breathing. before she moved forward
quietly until she stood directly behind
the pile against which he was leaning
Inere was no fear on her face. Only
caution and certain cunning holiness
otealthlIy she slipped the strap around
the sleeping mans body, drawing II
pack behind the pile. She put the eve
let end through the buckle, but did not
iasteh II. Then she put the scissors ON
the sand beside her.
having proceeded so far successfully.
enc lhougnt FOR an instant, trying to
De- Plcklng up the scissors she slipned
her right hand around the pile and started
10 cut the monkeys rope, close to the
ltallans hand. The monkey, sensing
that deliverer had come, laid his little
race against her hand, softly.
June pushed him back gently The
scissors were dull The rope was tough.
The effort to cut it brought the blood
TO her hand. Slowly, the Italian blinked
his eyes and opened them.
Immediately under his nose was a
strong young hand welding a glittering
weapon. Half-conscious, he shuddered
inwardly. In his nightmare, some one
was working out vendetta-success-
1ully. His eyes closed. The vividness
of the dream was too much for him.
however. He opened them again. This
time all he could see was a ring of scar
let-an omen of eternal bloodshed.
Stupid with sleep, he made a half at
tempt to sit erect. On the instant June
pulled the strap tight with her left
hand, buckled it, seized the monkey with
the right and sped off down the beach,
the cut rope trailing behind her.
On the edge of the sand, an old woman
in black, CHASTITY pale and petrified with
fear, watched her go. over Mary's arm
hung the wrap she had been sent for.
Strapped to the pile, the Italian was
kicking up an awful row. His patched
legs waved wildly in the air. He had
struggled so violent that his face was
a study in crimson and purple. His
beady black eyes were sizzling dots on
wide expanse of bullying, yellowish eye
ball. He was uttering the most hor-
rible sounds of furious imprecation, that
were futile because nobody in the fast
crowd understood them.
In the distance, June ran into the en-
trance of Surfton park and found spot
girdled by shrubbery. In the midst of
il stood a giant tree with an absurdly
thick trunk.
The monkey shifted affectionately at
her chin and raised his little paw, as if
trying to insist that, in spite Of all
which had been said about him by Mary,
he was a very decent and playable be-
ing.
June Rugged him up to her, cut the
rope close to his collar. and started to
take off his ludicrous little hat and coat.
All undressed, as he was meant to be,
the monkey reverted to type and gazed
Iongingly at an overhanging branch.
June looked up at the low-swaying
foliage.
"Of course you want to get up there,
Won poor, ill-treated little beastie," she
whispered to him. That's what l stole
Won for. To set you free. Say thank
YOU to the lady and shake hands"
she reached up and pulled the branch
down to her. Then she waited to see
what he would do. With just one regret
full look, as though to say I'm not
ungrateful-but oh, you tree;" he leapel
from her arms and scampered up the
tree on a high branch he sat down
and looked at her.
June waved her hand.
'sNoU. be a wise little monk-and
scoot before the COLLINS get you, she
called up to him, softly.
He chartered back, noisily, that he
would. and the next instant he was
lost in the dense, overhead branches
Back on the beach. Mary watched the
struggling Pietro, and tried desperately
10 decide what the wisest move would
be. His awful cries would attract
larger crowd in a few minutes
If flashed upon her suddenly that
there was a way of protecting June,
even now. With the wrap still on her
arm she ran toward the screaming
Italian. Indicating that she was go
ing TO release him, Mary unbuckled he
strap; just as a policeman came run
ming up.
rietro scrambled to his feet. chok-
ing with rage. A torrent OF SOUND
noured from his thick oily lips. His
hands worked overtime. He jumped
up and down like a Nuremberg toy. His
listeners all looked sympathetic. but
they were blockheads-they didn't I'M
derstand.
Almost beside himself at the terrible
thing that had happened to him, the
Italian started to embrace the policeman
with the fervent plea of:
"Helpa! Helpa!"
''Helpa what" demanded the police
man, squirming from under the display
of Latin affection.
my monk Observation-Disclosures
gotta round on hand! Stole!! Cut-a
rope. Swipe-a monk Beat it,"
"Sa-ayi Now, lissen you! Get it
straight: that's all I tell you. See?
nabbed a pair of guys yesterday fer
getting fresh with the force. It'd be u
pleasure to run in a Toney like you. So
get IL straight, see?"
Pietro appealed to the others, hunch-
irg his shoulders until they touched the
Iobes of his ears; stretching out his
arms in mournful petition. Mary step
ped forward and spoke. to the officer.
at seems that someone stole his
monkey He's showing you the cut rope
on his hand"
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