Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1918-08-08

against her. clasping her limb In its
pudgy arms and gazing up toward her
race.
She stopped and drew its pudgy
hands into hers and all the time it
never winked from it's stare. Back of
it in the door of shop a man sat
smoking pipe.
He looked on and smiled slightly.
Lucille shook gravely one of the
little hands, as she glanced at the
man.
"How'ye do. baby? Your baby?"
she asked.
The Chinaman nodded.
"Yeh," he replied Withdrawing the
stem of his pipe and smiling in sort
of sheepish friendliness of manner.
Him wan be niendly say how
do. ALA time him do ale same that
way"
He broke off and spoke in Chinese
to the child.
Very gravely it extended its hand
again to Lucille. She laughed, shook
it and fumbled in her purse for a coin,
pressing it into the warm, little palm.
We turned away.
"Good-by," said the man.
Cute little tyke," Lucille spoke to
me.
do you like babies" Ques-
toned.
Love 'em," she smiled. Being a
police woman, without any home, l
naturally would"
Dual, Sheldon, and Reich turned
back to retrace our steps.
We fell in behind them once more,
and SO again We passed the door Of
the shop and saw the yellow baby
cuddled in it's fathers arms, under his
lopg-stemmed pipe. He saw US, nod
ded and smiled.
We walked on, back toward the
hind which Greek Annie, and the po-
lice agent lurked. Again as all along,
we were waiting. 1t seemed to me as
we walked down that fog-dampened
street that throughout all the days We
had waited, and that our progress had
been rather species of drifting upon
slow current than one of volitional
advance.
And all about us, as we drifted,
other strange currents of purpose had
flowed with us, crossing and twisting
and weaving about US, to bring us at
last to this strange street of foreign
quarter where still other currents had
nd oil
And there had been times when !
had glimpsed some of those other cur
rents. There was the something in
the life of the woman beside me which
whispered of tragedy untold; there
was Reich's constant and almost in
sane outbursts which had threatened
to throw us upon the shoals of unsuc-
cess; there was Semi Duals speech to
me, which told me that he acted alone,
because necessity forced it, and Lu-
Giles remark that if not with us, then
she would come to San Francisco
alone.
Why. I asked myself, should she
have felt so keen an interest in this
one case, over and above others she
had doubtless handled. Oh, it was a
very maelstrom. of cross currents,
cross purposes as it seemed, on which
we drifted ON fog-clouded night.
Even the fog seemed in keeping with
the rest of the affair, as Lucille had
said.
We had nearly reached the red and
gilt entrance. Dual swung his COM
panions up to window, where costly
treasures of the Orient lay behind the
glass. Lucille and I, too, turned in be.
side them, and we stood gazing
through the thin barrier which shut
us out.
Then / heard the girl at my elbow
catch her breath in gasp of quick
ened attention. followed her eyes
as she turned them.
A figure had come to the entrance
of the restaurant and stood for a Mo.
ment, gathering mp its skirts. 1t was
short and heavy, clad plainly in black,
and above it quivered and nodded a
hat crowned with waving willow
plumes.
The woman glanced UP and down
the street, stepped doTAi and turne'
directly past us. swung tacl, to tie
window and gave it my attention.
heard the click of her heels us sh"
passed, and swung away from M
forced inspection, in time TO see Il
STOPPING figure emerge from the door
way she had left, and shuttle after.
Mokabe was on the trail.
Not until he was well past did Semi
give the signal which turned US from
the window and started us on the