The Washington herald., 1916-05-14

/ fine prospects. and settled down in New
/ York to devote himself to that one end
finding Amy. He went to places where
the light laughter OF women rises like
the bubbles in their bTimming wine cups.
To cabarets and dance places, and all
night restaurants he went and even to
places Of worse repute But he never
set eyes upon her.
One day he saw crossing Broadway st
Forty street. his old playmate.
Gertrude Jordan. She had grown stout
and matronly, since he had seen her last,
but there was a look upon her face which
Z he had never known in the old days. and
which made her homely features almost
! beautiful Then he recognized the cause,
for beside her was the, stalwart foreman
husband, now the manager Of Jordans,
and on his shoulder was chubby two
year-old boy.
Jock did not try to speak to them.
There. except for my fathers med
ding" he muttered bitterly, goes Amy
Prentice and myself"
But at last he found her. 1t was just
AS he had often pictured it, She was at
fast restaurant with d gay party.
He paused beside her.
Amy" he said.
She glanced up at him quickly, and
half drew hack, her face palng under
the rouge.
Il am going TO take you home, and
let you change that gown for something
more suitable" he said as nc led her to
the door. and then we're going over to
Jersey and get married. l have a friend
there who will manage the license for
US"
! "Oh, no, Jock" she faltcred. It's too
late. Don't you understand? ] could
never be your wife-anybody's wife now q"
She would have said more. perhaps. but
! at that minute. the manager from the de-
/ nartment store, beginning to sense what
was In the wind strOde forward.
/ "GO back To your seat" he ordered
dropping heavy hand upon her shoulder
| Almost simultaneously. Jocks fist shot
out and the manager went down to tho
| iIour with crash that nearly knocked
! the glasses off the tables.
dozen walters rushed forward to in
/ t"rposc; but before they could get half
way across the room, Jock had whskcd
Amy out Of the door, and into taxi
cab standing in front. moment later
they were Whirling on to her apartments
Hurry now, dearest" he urged her
AS. he opened the door with the key she
gave him. and they passed inside to-
gcther. 81 nm going TO telephone the
minister at HObOkCn that We will be there
in half an hour"
But again doubts and computations as
sailed her.
The past is rast. Amy" he said mas
terfully. I'VE have both gone Wrung.
and have suffered for it, But the future
is ouIs, and by tn" Eternal we'll share it
/ together"
suddenly. the door was dashed open.
and the en~sgcd manager. wild-eyed and
hatIess and dishcvcl d. confronted them
with A revolver in his hand
The next morning. jeremiah MvCaH
picked up his newspaper and read that
his son had shot and killed Amy Prem
tce and then killed himself Thee MAS
nothing in the account 10 indicate what
had been their direct motive. But Jcrc-
miah Mccall raised his eyes grimN TO
the text of his ofti-c wall Til Wages
of Sin Is Death o.
The newspaper account Of tn. t.ac,Iv
OF these two yOunE lives save Je,ci.l,an
Mccall no hint that the manager or the
department store had followed his q,.rry.
taken his desperate revenge and maze
good his escape. The police We-,. sails
fed with the evidence that augrerci to
their eyes, but the moral law sill .IIrs-
tiOns
"WHOS GTILTN"''
END o. Second Story