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"Impossiblel uttered John Ray
mond and his visitor bowed her face
In her hands and sobbed bitterly.
He sat watching the convulsing fig
ure, the fair golden hair, the cheap but
Immediately neat and modest attire.
His was hard, heartless business.
And t. had made his nature hard but
not heartless. The pitiful pleader had
Impressed him. For the moment he
lost his stern, rigid bearing. A wave
of genuine sympathy swept his iron
nature. He sighed.
Quickly that human signal Of enc
ton went to the mark. The girl looked
up. She caught the trace Of pity in
that imnovable face before the mask
was on again.
"Oh, sir!" she pleaded, reconsider.
Put yourself in my place. If you have
no faith in poor Jim, try and trust me.
I know him, sir. He has been bad and
wicked"
young lady," spoke Detective Ray
mond, rising to his feet, "for your sake,
yes"
"You'll give him a chance?"
ellis last one, yes"
She had sunk to her knees before
him. She had clasped his hand and
was covering it with kisses.
Within the month Detective Ray
board. Two days later jim Waldroh,
alias "The Ferrett," was released on
communication of ten years sentence.
Still later the detective noted modest
line in daily print among the mar
! rage licenses-"James Waldron and
! Winnie Morse
: The detective could find no one will
ing to go hostage for Jim, so he had
him paroled to himself. He felt it his
! duty to look up Jim within a month.
| His heart warmed as he found the
happy pair living in two pretty rooms,
neat, though humble.
The contented wife told him how
Jim had found a joh." 1t was poor
pay, but beginning, and oh, they
| were so happy!
Then, somewhat later, the detective
! met Jim coming home from work.
! There was no mistaking the manly
spirit in the ex-burglar. His eye was
| clear, his head erect.
GLOW is it, Jim?" Raymond in
! quired.
"Grand, sir. Just to work, just to
keep straight for her sake-bless her!"
"Good for you, Jim. Keep it up,"
nodded the detective with apparent
Indifference, but joy was in his soul.
For over year Detective Raymond
did not hear of his protege. An i'm.
portant government case sent him to
Alaska. He returned to his city post
on the eve of great burglary. A
| jewelry establishment had been looted.
An expert had done the job, but his
Identity was not even guessed-except
by John Raymond.
1T looks like Jim Waldron's old.
time work." he decided and proceeded
| to look up the ex-convict. At his old
home he learned that the Waldrons
had left there four months previous.
! The detective started in to find the
missing couple. It was one evening at
dusk that he located them in a shabby
tenement house. His inquiry divulgcd
the fact that Jim about a week before
had gone to another city, hopeful OF
finding work where he was not known.
"And the poor lady, sir" said the de-
tective's informant, "only yesterday
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old. She has shut herself in her room
and just mourns and mourns. See her
there she Is now"
| The detective, drawing back in the
shadow, was shocked rs figure wear.
ing shawl about her came weakly
down the stairs. 1t was Winnie Wal.
dron, but woefully white and thin, de.
spair in her wan face.
He was about to speak to her, when
her shawl moved aside. Under 1t she
concealed bundle, boxlike and
wrapped in pillow case.
! 1--WE hit it," muttered Raymond.
1.-The swag, I'll bet! and she's taking
1t to JIM"
; Square after square he guardedly
followed the lone figure. He gasped as
she reached the edge of the city. It
was to enter the gateway Of Gene
terry.
Winnie Waldron glanced all about
her, as If fearful of being observed.
She finally reached remote plot of
ground bearing two mere fragments of
| stone IN ono stNathor'' and m the
other Mother" She placed her hidden
burden on the ground. She produced
a trowel. Mid tears and sobs she dug
shallow grave, and placed the box
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