The Press., 1918-12-26

500 N. c. (no circuit). E:%T Z
 5:10 By. (busy).
 The girl beside her was watching her curiously. How queer Jeanette Nhipple was looking.
 The fight was on. 27O called every other breath.
 Jeanette tried to keep him good natured.
 The intense strain was telling on her. She tried to hold herself still and calm that she might think clearly. She began to realize the terrible thing that had happened. The agony of it sank in slowly. Perhaps she would wake up suddenly and find that she had been dreaming. ~- But 27O was grim reality. He was calling again.
 Then for over an hour she stub bOrnly fought every inch of the way. Captain Henry was a big man and a smart one, but he could not manage something he did not understand. He had been obliged to wait for busy wires before this. It was nothing new nor surprising. He never even dreamed that this peculiar cOmbina- tiOn of busy wires, with other tech nical terms that sounded perfectly proper, even familiar, was due to q slip of a girl, One-quarter his age, in the central telephone office just four blocks up the street.
 The numbers danced before her tired eyes, Her face was hot with the excitement. But when six o'clock camc she had just put up the con noction between 27O and New York. Shn had won. She had done all she cOu!d to save the. man she lOved~m
 She stumbled out of her chaipIWShe v'as so rigid she could scarcely move. She put on her hat and cloak with stiff fingers. The girls seemed to shun her, or was it her fancy? They must know it. too, Everybody must know it. Why, the world was full of 1t. Rich ard was a murderer, flying for his life. Hnd vet, so strange and untrue 1t seemed that, even as she said 1t, she waited at the street door minute for his familiar figure. Then she started h"ll" alone.
 Oh, to know he was safe!
 Sbr caught her breath sharply and hurried on.
 il had evidently been raining, The dark was coming early. The mist chung tn her skirts and damnened her hair, The electric light flicl5ered on lite h" pools of wind-swept water In the reed.
 Stsan met her at the door her kind, eiet"rly face placid and smiling. Then she started.
 "Why, Jeanette dear, what has hap n"ncd?'
 HTt Jeanette could not speak. Some "'mg was heating in her throat like a nAd thing She brushed past her and mt in. Susan did not shut the door. Jeanette heard her sayipgl "Have you tW" been quarreling?"
 Who waS Susan talking to9 4 mans ''";r" answered,
 III does look like it." he said, "She llS been over a block ahead of me all 3I'n v''v. going like q race horse"
 "E;charG" t"i 'd to call his name, but 1t was only :; gasp. Then he caught her,
 Sweetheart, has someone been ".':@ltcnin& you? Why, Jeanet1e- Why. Jranpttew
 With Il great effort she struggled "I1t of thc darkness that threatened to cm.'.'lf her.
 '"i'hn murder Richard, you"
 He lifted her up into his arms and, C; irving her in, sat down in the big, 1 o'd~f: ShiOncd rocker with her.
 "Thcre, there, child. It's all right. ! Jeanette. Nash FarnswOrth shot Latin n, but he is not going to die, though | .ry thought he was at first. Did you l :pt it wrong? It was mixed at first, ! .n the excitement. Did they tell yOu it l NaS Richard Nash who did it? His first name being my last one. and de- l >rription being rather alike. did make ! q little bother. He got away, I guess. ] l imagine he got that four o'clock | train. Why, little girl, you could not think it was I who shot him, could l yoU?"
 And in the hush, while Susan got | supper. and the light fr".n the fire | n!ayCd on the walls the r0cking chair | sw0ycd gently with it's burden, while | Hhc told him how she had played the \ part of Fate to q man she never saw. |
 After she was quite herself again he looked at her solemnIy and shook ] his head.
 ''It's just as the poets and philosO- :IIrrs always tell Gs," he said. "A | :F door hangs on q little hinge. It l
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