The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-19

Guty of women, Mary" steps, in the light from the moon and also a street arc, sat the person that . man of whom I had asked guidance said to be the woman whom I sought She rested her head in her hands, al had done that poor human in the cage in that state prison, and from her heard the sounds of slow weeping.
 What is it that I shall say to her?s I asked of myself. And then sudden. ly something answered from within me from the same place chat had aris. en that knowledge to spring in be- tween my Gouverneur Faulkner and the bright knife I.had not even seen. That place is located In the heart of Roberta, marquise of Greg and Bye. and not in that daredevil.
 Mary Brown" I said to her, with all of the gentleness in my voice that was commanded by my sympathy for her, If person were going to kill with a rope the man loved I would lay down my own life that he should live. If 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 Faulk- ner," said as I seated myself beside her and extracted my notebook and pencil from the pocket of my overcoat where I had placed them on leaving my room as is always best, I deemed, for secretary. There are just two things that are the duty of women, Mary-to bear men and to save them. i Save yours now, Mary. Much will hap pen, it may be, but that Timms is a good man and must live" "I dassent. He told me not to, Timms did,"
 If a 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 save him?'
 "Yes."
 '.The knife is aimed and here's the paper by which you can throw your person on that knife. Is it of such heart, that you stand and let it give death to him" q give up! I 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 jest one minute tomorrow" she made answer, to me as 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 mo when Gabe broke in and got mo away from him. He had to bust his head with f1atiron to make him let go of me. am 2 good woman.
 MARY BROWN.
 "Yes, good Mary, this will shield T1mms from that knife, feel a cer- tainty, and I will send for you and see that you go to an interview with him at 10 o'clock of the tomorrow morning. And now good night, with great re-, spect to you for a brave woman" I said as rose to my feet.
 "Who are you. mister, that have spoke to my heart like they ain't mo- body spoke to its suffering yet though you ain't said many words, and them is icurious-nke?" she asked of me as prepared to take hurried departure.
 "I am the secretary of the Gouver- neur Faulkner, Mary, and-and know how women-love-men. T'-
 ''I bet a many of lem have loved you. God bless your sweet eyes. Good night, sirr'
 And with those kind words from the poor 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. had the in- tentton of returning to tho house of the party to obtain the cherry, which { had left standing before the door, and in it convey the message to my Gouverneur Faulkner that should bring relief to his anxiety, but I soon found that I had lost myself upon streets that had never seen before.
 What was it that I should do? My heart suffered that my Gouverneur Faulkner should not know the relief of that paper I had in the pocket of my dinner coat, but I could not find myself, and I did not know exactly what questions should ask. Then I bethought me of that telephone, which in America is so much used, but not in France. I entered into a store for medicines upon the corner of one of the streets in my wandering, looked diligently in a book to find the num- Der of the mansion of the gouverneur, and, after many tellings of my desire, | at last my Gouverneur Faulkner made an answer in my ear that was as beautiful in voice as the words he spoke to me in his presence.
 "Well?' he asked me.
 "This is Robert Carruthers who l speaks"
 "Oh, all right youngster! How did 1