Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-08-11
CHAPTER Nu.-(Continucd)
A hGAIN she paused. and her voice deep.
"A encd as she said:


when you will wall and whine and wonder
why | don't come to you--why 1t is not
my footsteps that you hear But you Will
wait for me through a long, long night,
and | shal. never come
"Oh. It does me good when l recall the
day that Prosecutor Nurgatroyd told those
twelve men the kind OF man you were y
she declared scornfully. at does me good.
too. to recall how you wrthed under the
lash and quivered when he cut you TO the
quick But now I'm going to do more to
you than you ever did to me--more than
Murgatroyd did to you ."
She stopped. and then went on merci-
lessly
I'm going to tear your soul out-yes
you've got soul, or | would never have
gone down into the depths with you! But
now Tn through serving you without
receiving so much "a a sini e." she continued
fiercely, her body swayng, but her aim still
true. 81 don't ask for my rights or my
just dues a smile and kind word now
and then is all l ask My pride is not
all gone I'd like to be proud of you just
once. | lie about you to my friend'-to
my dearest friends--and you convict me
with the miserable truth! | clunE to you
through all your vices, clung to you even
when you xii ed, | clung to you because
| knew that somewhere within you there
was something that clamorcd for me. that
clung to my affection. But feeble as 1t
was, II is dead now. And you are the
shell, the ugly hulk a thing without the
soul that I cared for! But I'm through
with you--I'm going to kill you--dont you
move--1'm through with you--through--"
The next moment she dropped tho weapon,
and it fell Gathering to the floor.
NO, no." she cried. apparently calm
now. 81 won't xii you-I wouldn't be
guilty of such thing. You're not worth
IT," she burst out into wild laugh You're
not worth it---no--no--no-" she cried,
trailing off into hysteria.
At that instant Shirley Bloodgood once
more entered the room. Some instinct had
brought her back again.
Miriam! !" she exclaimed.
Miriam burst forth into another wild
laugh, and then threw herself into the arms
| of the girl, where she laY unconscious fol
! some moments.
shes tainted" said Shirley. glancing a
| Challoner, accusing Y.
| Challoner stood stupidity where he wa:
! for an instant Then he thrust his hant
| into his trousers pocket and pulled out {
! ffty-dollar bill, saying In new strang'
| tone:
| Shirley, took this ffty-dolar bill from
| the drawer over there--you'd better tax,
| tit be ongs to you"
| THE r'rl took Il wonderingy,
'1'll take care Of her." Challoner wen
! on, gently taking the form OF his youn,
! wife from Shirley and holding her in hi
| arms
1t was thus that Shirley Bloodgood lef
! them; and as the door closed on her
| Challoner leaned over Miriam and strolret
| her face and kissed her affectionate Will
| the tears rolled down his cheeks. Tha
| same night she was taken to a hospita
| with a raging fever
CHAPTER XIII
YTNHE following morning, James Lawreuc
| l. Challoner did that which he had neve
done since his marriage: he started out t
! look for a Job Something which he coul
| not explain was forcing him to try to &c
! work; but had he been given to self
| analysis he would have known that II wa
| Miriams wrath in her adversely that ha
kindled into fame the Pickering. dyin
spark of his manhood.
Until now Challoner had assumed tina
| work was to be had by any man for tn
mere asking of It but he was surprised
startled shocked TO find that 1t WINS not
| that Is to say. the clerkshps and such wor
as he thought would be to his liking; an
| each night he returned TO his cherries
| lonely room in the tenement sore, leg-wear
| after q long unsuccessful quest Work
| Little by little he was learning that ther
was no work lying around loose" for tn
| James Lawrence Challoners of this world
| And vet he persevered,
"I must find something to do" he ker
saying over and over again to himself.
And then one day at the end of two week
he found himself at the end OF long lin
| of italian laborers who were seeking en-
| ployment.
called out In surprise:
what do you wantT'
"worlx !" replied the man inside the she
of Chaloner.
with the 'ginneys'"
with the ginneys," assented Cha
loner.
The foreman stared.
IAN right he said, after thinking bi
"lets have your name.'
For n brief SECOND Challoner hesitated
,be-e was a new light in his eyes when
said:
"Challoner--J. l."
And all that day he worked-worked vii
his hands and with his feet--worked wit
The gang 'tamping concrete. II Is simp
enough process when one stands aside ar
looks at, II but after two hours of 1t Cha
loner thought he would drop In his track
II so happened that his work was on
new department store going up In tow
| Concrete suddenly had come into prom
nence as a building material. Challon
| ond the gang stood inside wooden mo
sorne two or three feet wide and as lor
as the wall which they were building; al
other gang poured in about them mixtu
of sand cement and stone. sand GENE
and stone meant nothing to Challoner. O.
cent that when those three things we
mixed with water and dumped down IN
his trench he had to lift up his tamper al
Mound pound. pound the mixture Into soil
itv in order to fill the crevices and to ma
The wall hard and smooth. Meanwhile 2
feet were soaked. his boots were caked WI
cement, his hands were biistered frighuul
ond his face was burned by the sun Neve
sheiess Chalioner sweated, toiled on
For davs after this frst day OF labor
WAS stifr, lame and sore all over. In !
snnI he wanted to die; but he lived Q
And then much to his am,zement, he foul
.hat the harder he worked the better he fel
the noison of his dissoute living was wor
Ing toward the surface.
last the day came when the docto
.,,owed him to visit Miriam In the hospit
'"I've got q Job. dear" he whispered
ner' That was all he told her then; 3
, thn.s ave words were history p Mia
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