Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1917-02-20

steps, In the light from the moon and
also a street arc, sat the person that
q man Of whom / had asked guidance
said to be the woman whom I sought
She rested her head In her hands, as
had done that poor human in the cage
In that state prison, and from her J
heard the sounds Of slow weeping.
"What is it that shall say to herr"
I asked Of myself. And then sudden
ly something answered from within
me from the same place that had aris-
en- that knowledge to spring In be-
tween my Gouverncur Faulkner and
the bright knife / had not even seen.
That place is located in the heart OF
Roberta, marquise Of Gree and Bye,
and not In that daredevil.
"Mary Brown" l said to her, with
all Of the gentleness in my voice that
was commanded by my sympathy for
her, "if a person were going to kill
with q rope the man loved would
lay down my own life that he should
live. II you write one little paper to
say that he murdered in defense Of
you the good Gouverneur Faulkner
will save him to you. Give to me that
paper"
go away she moaned as she shook
her head and cried into her arms.
"See, Mary: Here Is the pencil and
the paper to write the words Of life
for Timms to that Gouverneur Faux
ner," I said as / seated myself beside
her and extracted my notebook and
pencil from the pocket Of my ovarcoat
where I had placed them on leaving
my room as Is always best, deemed,
for q secretary. There are just two
things that are the duty Of women.
Mary-to bear men and to save them.
Save yours now. Mary. Much will hap
pen. 1t may be, but that Timms is a
good man and must live"
81 dassent. He told me not to.
Timms did,"
."If q knife was aimed at Timms'
heart, would you not throw yourself
between him and its cut, Mary. even
though commanded by him not to SO
saYe him|'
"Yes."
1.-THE knife is aimed and here's the
paper BY which you can throw your
person on that knife. Is 1t Of such
moment that 1t cut into your own
heart, that you stand and let 1t give
death to him?"
II give up! give up, mister! !
can't let nobody murder him. Nobody
ever put it that way to me. Give me
that paper and let me git to him fer
lest one minute tomorrow" she made
answer to me Us she seized the paper
and pencil and began to write with
the paper spread beside her upon the
step.
"Will that do, mister?" she asked
with anxiety. On that paper she had
written:
Hen Timms had locked me in the room
and was attacking me when Gabe broke In
and got me away from him. He had to
let 20 Of me. am good woman.
MARY BROWN.
'Yes, good Mary. this will shell
Timms from that knife, l feel cer-
tainty, and I will send for you and see
that you 60 to an interview with him
at 10 o'clock of the tomorrow morning.
And now good night, with great re-
spect to you for brave woman" l
said as rose to my feet.
"Who are you. mister, that have
spoke to my heart like they amt no
body spoke to its suffering yet, though
you amt said many words, and them
Is curious-like7" she asked Of me as !
prepared to take hurried departure.
II am the secretary Of the Gouver-
neur Faulkner, Mary, and-and l know
how women-love-IIen. T.
VI bet q many Of 'em have loved
you. God bless your sweet eyes
Good night, sirr
And with those kind words from the
DOOR female, who was beginning again
to sob, but with another motive in her
weeping. took my departure down
the street--or .up--I did not know In
Just which direction. l had the III
tention Of returning to the house Of
the party to obtain the cherry. which
I. had left standing before the door.
and In It convey the message to my
Gouverneur Faulkner that should
bring relief to his anxiety. but soon
found that had lost myself upon
streets that had never seen before.
What was 1t that should do? My
heart suffered that my Gouverneur
Faulkner should hot know the relief
Of that paper l had in the pocket Of
my dinner coat, but could not find
myself, and I did not know exactly
what questions I should ask. Then !
bethought me Of that telephone. which
In America is so much used, but not In
France. entered into q store for
medicines upon the corner OF one Of
the streets In my wandering. looked
diligently In a book to 6nd the num-,
Der Of the mansion of the gouverneur.
and, after many feelings Of my desire,
Ct last my Gouverneur Faulkner made
an answer in my ear that WAS -
beautiful In voice O. the words be
mike 70 ma IN his preoonco.