The Press., 1917-01-18

'@The knife is aimed and here's the paper by which you can throw your person on that knife. Is it of" such moment that it cut into your own heart, that you stand and let it give death to himT'
 II give up! 1 give up, mister! l can't let nobody murder him. Nobody ever put 1t 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 me when Gabe broke in and got me away from him. He had to bust his head with a f1atiron to make him let so of me. am good woman.
 MARY BROWN.
 Yes, good Mary, this will shield Timms from that knife, I 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," said as I rose to my feet.
 "WhO are you, mister, that have spoke to my heart like they ain't no body spoke to its suffering yet, though you ain't said many words, and them is curious-like?" she asked of me as I prepared to take hurried departure.
 "I am the secretary of the Gouver- neur Faulkner, Mary, and-and I know how women-love-men. r.
 "I bet a many of 'em have loved you. God bless your sweet eyes. Good night, sir!'
 And with those kind words from the poor female, who was beginning again to sob, but with another motive i'll her weeping, I took my departure down the street--Or up-I did not know in just which direction, 1 had the in- tention of returning to the house of the party to obtain the cherry, which 1 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 l had lost myself upon streets that 1 had never seen before.
 What was 1t that should do2 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 l 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. I entered into a store for medicines upon the corner of one of tle 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,
 "Wen?" he asked me.
 This is Robert Carruthers who speaks"
 "Oh, all right youngster! How did the party go?"
 That was a very nice party, your excellency, and have a paper from that Mary Brown concerning the mur- der of the brother of good Timms for cruelty to Mary, l wish to give 1t to yOu,"
 What do you mean, boy?"
 T have said it.''
 ''Thep bring 1t here to me at once md tell me how you got it"
 T cannot come to you."
 ''Fhen I'll come to you. Where are .ou?"
 T do not know. l am lost"
 Heavens, boy, what do you mean2"
 T am in a store of medicine that is many streets from that house of good if the dinner party"
 You helpless young idOt, call taxi and come right here to me-"
 II am promised to a dance with Mile. Belle by the hour of 10, of which t lacks now only a quarter. Cannot go i'll that taxicab, which 1t is of much intelligence of you to suggest to me, and send by that taxicab to you the paper from Mary Brown while l stay to dance that dancer
 Well I'll be No. I can't say it 1ver the telephone"
 "What is It, my GOuveneur Faulk- ner?"
 ''I'I say it in the morning to you Ar person. I'll just hold up the wheels of state until that dance Is over Go ahead, youngster Call the taxi and gC .. back to Belle. I'll send Jenkins to get the paper, and you can-can tell me all about 1t in the morning. VIII 9 o'clock be too early to call you from your rosy dreamsT
 T do not have coffee until 9 o'clock, my GOuverneur Faulkner. and do not make a very hurried toilet but will come to you at the capitol at 9 o'clock. if you so command, very gladly"
 "Oh, no. We'll all of us just--jusl cool our heels until you get your coffee and toilet Don't hurry, beg of you. Good night, and beat 1t to Belle, as Buzz would say Good night, you you But I'll say it all in the morning if it takes a half day. Good night again." And with that parting saluta. tion my Gouverneur Faulkner's voice died from the telephone with what l thought had the sound of very nice laugh.
 ITO be continued]