The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-07-09

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The man laughed with snarling,
bloodless lips. Jeopardy, hell" h.
painted. Then, bethinking himself Jf
the simple old soul standing there,
puzzled, he added: You done all you
could. That sure was a dandy line Of
| talk-thanks Goodby."
Late that evening Newell P. Nc
Collough sat in slippered ease before
the tiny coal CRATE The soft light
from the fire fickered over his wife's
silver hair. She sat silently knitting
Her heart was full of great pride
and a great usefulness.
Her husband explained: These
criminal cases though not directly lu
cratiye tend to promote civil bust
ness. Maillard, the nail man, sent
one of his clerks around this after
noon with considerable commercial
business. Kept me busy making a
start on it all the afternoon. | had
meant to--or-"
Meant to? That's nice for "a
rainy day."
yes" agreed the attorney. He un
derstood the allusion.
The mother-yearning in the little
woman's eyes confused him. He
blinked into the fire.
There should always be home for
one-one TOTO come to-"
YES" he sighed.
| She laid her knitting on the even
ing paper. AS she did so an item
caught her eye.
NEWELL" she exclaimed. Wasn't
your clients name Whalen-James
Whalen?"
| Eyes, dear-what?"
Listen: With a bullet through his
lungs and two through his head,
James Whalen, a second-story man.
sank lifeless in an alley off Gilbert
lane on the East Side today shortly
after noon. No arrests have been
made. He had been released from
the Tombs less than an hour before.
A woman of the district, locally known
as Mamie the Coke, evidently in a
crazed condition, shot herself fatally
through the left breast upon discover
ing the murdered mans body. She
died in the ambulance. She made no
| statement"
| The fail little woman let the paper
slip through her fingers, and sat very
white and still.
Mccullough reached for the paper
with hand that did not tremble He
read the item aloud with carefully
correct enunciation. 1t was as though
he were tipsily struggling to control
his thick tongue
He went out into the hall and put
on his rubbers.
'Why-are you going out?"
"a matter of some moment, dear
In connection with-er-arising out
of this Whalen matter. I must go
at once.
Well, it was all over at last. Any
how, he reflected as he sat hunched
in the half-empty street car, he had
shielded the little woman at home
from the incessent agony that he had
somewhat managed to endure. She
had known nothing of the drab ugli-
mess of the night courts where he had
sometimes-not always-saved his
child from sentence; nothing of the
drear promise to reform that her half
drunken, drugged lips had blubbered.
And now he would see her decently
laid at rest. Some far faint of blood
had had its way with her poor body
Now she was at peace.
Yes, the little woman had been
|spared all this. And some day he
must fashion the lie of a peaceful
death in some far city. He knew a
friend in Denver to whom he coula
send draft of a telegram and letter.
telling of death through some limo
cent cause. The letter would tell of
useful and honorable work; tender,
helpful labor among the slums, gen
tie, Christian character evolved from
out of all early mistakes. His heart
was soothed as he visualized the pic
ture of the little woman reading.
Very late the next morning Newell
P. Mccullough dressed for another
day. There was sad tranquility in his
face.
81 feel that l should show in some
little way that-ah yes! A plain black
tie would not be noticeable. Lawyers
often wear black ties. There was one
wore for a time when brother Joe
died over four years ago now. Sup
pose it is somewhere in these
drawers"
He tumble in the drawers Of the old
fashioned bureau.
Cant seem to find ii" he muttered,
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