Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-26
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hers IL the very proper young iauy VI
,be switchboard below had had any idea
of who these persons were she was get
zinc on the wire for the kindly old uncle
ofthc sick girl above, that proper young
lady would have been seized with shiyers
and would have had matter for amazed
conversation for months to come.
cts all fixed as far as can fix
a." said Uncle George. turning from
tbe telephone. "Your father will meet
nc down in front of the Tombs. ] guess
we'd better be beating it."
And then another thing which she
had long forgotten flashed upon Jennie.
"Wait minute! There's Casey J"
nCasey? You mean Officer Casey?
How does Casey figure in thisT'
nLonr ago, he caught me, and he let
mo off, but he made me promise that if
anvthing ever went wrong with me,
was TO let him have the arrest"
briefly she told Uncle George the cir
Casey is still Central Office man. :"
said Uncle George, "and is likely to be
hanging around headquarters at this
hour. You might try for him there
Jennie did, and presently, in the
.r;sn polite tone which an improved
rolice administration had established
as the manner for answering tele-
phone call, she heard heavy voice in
her ear:
"Officer Casey speaking"
"Mr. Casey, you may not recognize
nv voice. But you want very much to
see me. Please be waiting for me in
front of the Tombs in fifteen minutes"
She hung UP, and presently, veiled,
she was down in the closed car, the
''safe" Jack at the wheel. Her imag..
nation worked feverishly as she sped
back to the region which had given her
her being it pictured sensational scenes
In which she dramatized herself-scenes
that might have been. In her mind she
saw herself, as the solemn voiced
Judge was pronouncing, Harry Ed
wards. I sentence you to" rising in
the startled court room, dramatically
throwing aside her veil, and calling out,
Harry Edwards is an innocent man,
and | am here to prove it She
thought of other such big moments,
such tremendous climaxes, as there had
always been in the old plays of the
Bowery, and as still appeared in some
Of the great successes of Broadway.
But then-such big scenes were not to
be hers. What she was doing she was
doing in a very commonplace way
extremely undramatic--as discredited
woman, who is also fugitive, can only
do them.
As the car drew up beside the Tombs,
che saw on the sidewalk Casey and her
father. Uncle George pressed her back
into her seat and stepped out first.
you're not to make any scene,
-. -nsI 10
George. Get me?"
Black Jerry nodded, his dark face
lined and set.
"And, Casey, she's your prisoner all
right-she's given herself up to you-
but don't make the actual pinch for
few minutes. You can string along
behind us-you and Jerry"
Uncle George then helped her out
OF the carriage. Black Jerry looked at
her, showed no signs of recognition, and
glanced away. But OFFICER Casey, as
she passed him, said in low voice:
Il m awfully sorry things broke this
way, Jennie-awfully sorry"
She entered the Tombs on Uncle
Georges arm, her father and Casey
behind them. For a moment she stood
alone, watching the herd of silent,
strained faced visitors waiting to see
prisoners, and watching the brusque,
domineering keepers-and she thought
of the time when she had been here
on her furtive visit to Harry: only now
what a difference After a few min
utes she would be one of those in the
blocks of cells whom people would seek
passes to see.
But this scene was brief. In a min
ute, Black Jerry and Casey still be-
hind her, she was being guided through
a dark corridor, heavy with the damp
odor of tens Of thousands of prisoners
who had come and gone, and at length
she was ushered with her little party
into that same bare counsels room
where she had before seen Harry, and
the grilled doors changed behind her. >
And there again, as on that other
occasion, stood Harry Edwards. She
lifted her veil, moved toward him-then
from sheer weakness could go no far
fher. AS he recognized her, his wasted
face sagged with amazement.
'Jennie! he cried. Jennie Ma
lone My God--I thought you'd made
your et-away :"
Her voice could not function for a
moment, but her eyes did. She took
IN every detail of him, seeing behind
his momentary amazement. He was
worn and thin and haggard, and, de-
spite his only being in his mid -twen-
ties, there were Il few gray hairs-for
Harry Edwards had lived long with the
knowledge of what was to be his fate.
And yet he was erect and palely de-
fant.
Jennie" he repeated. "I thought
you'd made your get away! My God.
what are you doing hereg'
I've given myself up" she whis-
pered.
Given yourself up! What for?"
=. She could have made her get away"
Uncle George put in from the back
ground, Everything was all ready
there wouldn't have been slip"
But, Jennie-what for?" repeated
Harry.
i, II just-just learned today" her
INN voice answered, what was about
10 happen to you-and-and, Harry,
couldn't let that happen to you"
>, You mean you've given yourself up
10 save me?'
She did not answer.
q, won't have it % he cried fiercely.
~ won't have you do that for me.
: or Gods sake'--to the others-"get
Der out of this somehow-quick !"
i, =, It's too late" returned Jennie, a
HaItle more body coming into her tone.
~, IN already Officer Casey's prisoner"
ole moved step nearer him. ''I've
colhe to see you, Harry, because I
wanted you to know straight off that
oltrything was going to be all right
WIN you-and because this was the
only way I'D probably ever have Of
seeing you alone.
Jennie !" he breathed huskily.
And I wanted to see you because l
Tulted to tell you that i know now
at ,nat you were right in everything you we
nala In the past. Right about me and
iilsht about-about other people, Right
u everything except about Conway"
g. Heaven knows l was wrong about
Tfonway :" And then explosively: "But,
Jennle. why did Won ever fnrce that