The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1916-04-03

UuUUi I've nouSe WONlO I'VE empty tlll
the new year
Here was one port for the storm
that must follow his escape And a
very pleasant port he found II on en-.
terlng after due precautionary delay.
Clearly the abode Of young married
people. the bungalow was fitted and
furnished with taste which appealed
almost painfully to Stingaree. The
drawing room was draped IN sheets,
but the walls carried few good on
cravings some OF which he remember.
cd with a stab. It was the dressing
room. however, that he wanted, and
the dressing room made him rub his
hands. The dainty establishment had
no more luxurious corner what with
the fitted bath, circular shaving glass.
packed trousers press, Il row of boots
on trees and fine old wardrobe fun
Of hanging coats. Stingaree began by
selecting his suit, and Il may have
been his vanity or a strange longing
TO look for once what he once had
been. but he could not resist the young
mans excellent evening clothes
"This fellow comes from home" said
he, "and they are spending their
Christmas pretty far back, or he would
have taken these with him"
lie had wallowcd in the highly cnam-
eled bath and was looking for towel
when he saw his head in the shaving
glass. He was dry enough before he
could think of anything else. There
was a dilemma, obvious, yet unfore
seen-that shaven head! Purple and
fine linen could not disguise the con
vict's crop. A wig was the only hope.
but TO wear a wig one must first try
1t on--and let the perruquier call the
police. The knot was Gordian. And
yet desperately as Stingarec sought
unravelment he was at the same time
subconsclously as deep in n study Of
n face so unfamiliar that at first he
had scarcely known 1t for his own.
1t was far leaner than of old II was
no longer richly tanned.
The mouth called louder than ever
for mustache. The hair, what there
was of it, seemed iron gray. It had
certainly receded considerably at the
temples.
Stlngaree when he left the house in
evening clothes had no money, but he
had handsome pair of opera glasses,
which he converted into change ION
the gratuitous plea that he had forgot
ten his PURSE at the first pawnbrOker's
on the confines Of the city The pawn
broker talked Greek to him at once
ITS n pity you won't be able to see
'er. sir. as well as ear 'er," said he.
Perhaps they have them on hire in
the theater," replied Stingaree at a
venture. The pawnbroker' face in
stantly advised him that his obserya-
ton was wide Of the obscure mark.
THE theater, You won't ear 'er
at any theater in Sydney, nor yet in
the southern hemisphere. Town 'alls IS
the only lay for Ida Bouverie out
'erer'
At first the name conveyed nothing
to Stingarec. yet it was not wholly un-
familiar
"Of course" said he. THE town
hall / meant"
The pawnbroker leered rs he put
down sovereign and a shilling.
What n season she's 'aving, sir!'
"Ah, what a season.
And Stingaree wagged his opera hat
ted head
"'Undreds of pounds worth Of flow
ers flung on to every platform and not
a dry eye in the place."
Il know" said the feeling Stingaree.
Its wonderful TO think of this ere
colony prodoocin' the worlds best prl-
mer donnerw
ut is, indeed"
when you think Of 'er start"
That's true"
The pawnbroker leaned across his
counter and leered more than ever in
his customers face.
They say she amt no better than
she ought to be-"
Really
ITS right, too, but what can you ex-
pect Of a primer donner whose fortune
was made by blOOdthirsty bush
ranger like that there Stingaree?"
You little scurrilous wretch" cried
the bushranger and flung out of the
shop that second.
II was a miracle. He remembered
everything now. Then he had done
the world n service as well as the wO-
man. lie gave thanks for the guinea
in his pocket and asked his way to the
town hall, and as he marched down the
middle Of the lighted streets the first
flock Of newsboys came flying in his
face.
Escape OF StIngaree! Escape OF
Stingaree! Cowardly outrage on IA
nous author! Escape of StingareeW
The damp pink papers were in the
hands OF the overflow crowd outside
the hall, His own name was already
In every mouth, continually coupled
with that OF the world renowned Hilda
Bouverie. Ii did not deter the convict
from Glowing his way through the
mass that gloated over his deed exact.
ly as they would have glOated over his
destruction on the gallows. II have
my ticket; / have been detained he
told the police and at the last line of
defense he whispered, "A guinea for
standing room" And the guinea got II.
1t was the interval between parts
one and two. He thought of that other
interval when he had made such diff
ferent entry at the same juncture The
other concert room would have gone
some fifty times into this. All at once
fell a hush and then rising thunder