The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1916-10-21
Copyright 1915 BY II. ohieas. Tribune

went to schools here, and had all my
friends here. but they were sure l
must be like themselves and my cous
ins; they thought nothing could count
compared to the old country. But 1t
wasn't go with me. but I didn't let
them know It. They told me a great
deal and l found out more and more.
So I knew, long time ago, that this
war was coming, but as thousands of
other people were saying 1t and no one
was doing anything, the only thing
could see to do was to stay where ]
was, and-well, see to It, IL could,
that some Of my uncles' schemes
wouldn't work out the way they
wanted"
I'm other words" Jim challenged
her more coolly-he had drawn fur.
Their away from her and had quite re.
covered himself-"you want me to be-
lieve that you, instead of being in
that house as spy Of the regent. were
there for the American cause!"
"No," she denied as coolly. II mere.
ly told that to you. as 1t might prove
possibly interesting to you. I don't
care cartridge whether you believe
1t or notv'
"A cartrdge?" he repeated.
She turned from him abruptly with.
out Offering explanation, and seemed
suddenly entirely absorbed in the
black landscape the other side Of the
car door. Jim observed her a mo.
ment as she buttoned her blouse jack.
ct close about her neck again and
drew on her heavy gloves. Her whole
attitude said to him more plainly than
words. "Well. what are you going to
do about it?"
He did not know, and he was aware
that she knew that he did not. Her
explanation Of herself-though once
she all but had won him with it-of
course was absurd, fantastic. It &C.
counted in no way for her business
there, In aviator's garb, On the train,
nor had she offered reason for her 20.
Ing through the train at the risk Of
being recognized. as she was. She fas.
tened her gloves. but still stood with
her back to him, waiting: and, as he
realized that she was watching his
tndecision as he mirrored himself in
the black glass before her, he turned
to the other door Of the vestibule.
The train was rushing steadily at
much more than moderate speed
through fat farming country; houses
rather close together and now tall
spired church told that the train was
approaching a town. and Jim. gazing
out wondering idly for an instant what
place 1t might lie. A click behind him
caused him to Jerk about. Marion Mar.
latt had lifted the platform step before
the other door and, as he turned, she
pulled the door in and ran down the
car steps.
"What are you doing?" he cried,
and grabbed at her: she escaped his
fingers and crouched on the lowest
step.
Come back!" he ordered. But as he
shouted to her she leaped. The train
dashed on. and her slight figure was
lost from the light from the car. Jim,
halted for the instant. now balanced
on the bottom step. He swung down
and let go. trying to run as his feet
struck the ground. but he stumbled,
fell. and rolled over and over. He
had leaped over the rock ballast of
the roadbed and landed in soft. soggy
loan which tripped him and sent him
tumbling, but without serious hurt
The train had passed. 1t was only q
speeding streak Of yellow light far
down the track when Jim sat up and
dizzily took stock Of himself and tried
to get up on his feet.
Why he had leaped after Marion
Marlatt was not yet entirely clear in
his mind. Whether he had done II
because, believing she was a spy, he
meant to try to prevent her escape
or because he realized that. after such
leap, she must be hurt and must
need aid he did not know. He got
to his feet, still somewhat stunned, and
swayed as he stared after the train
1t was half mile away now and rush
ing swiftly. steadily, when suddenly
the front cars. next the middle rows
Of lighted windows. now the end OF
the rows of light, plunged forward and
vanished. A roaring defamation came