The Washington times., 1920-12-13

Holder was relating that climatic
episode OF the woman at the piano.
The old gentleman listened intently,
and in silence.
YES" he said when the rector
had finished, that is my observa-
ton. Most of them are driven to
the life, and held in It, of course.
by remorseless civilization. In
dividuals may be culpable, Mr..
Hodder-are culpable. But we
cannot put the whole responsible
ity on individuals"
"Heah's )liss Sally, Marse
Ho'ace," said Sam.
Good morning, Sally" said Mr..
Bentley rising from the table with
his customary dpurtesy. I'm glad
you came in. Let me introduce Mr..
Holder, of St. Johns
Miss Grover had capability writ
ten all over her. She was a young
woman of thirty, slim to sparse
ness, simply dressed in a shirtwaist
and a dark blue skirt: alert, so dis
tinctly American in type as to give
a suggestion of the Indian. Her
quick, deep-set eyes searched Hold
der's face as she jerked his hand;
but her greeting was cordial and
osity.
CASE FOR SALLY.
sally" said Mr.. Bentley, turning
in his chair, "Mr. Holders been
telling me about rather unusual
woman in that apartment house just
above Fourteenth street, on the
south side Of Dalton"
II think I know her-by sight"
Sally corrected herself. She ap-
pealed to Holder. "Red hair, and
lots of til suppose a man would
call it auburn. She must have been
something of beauty, once"
The rector assented, in some as
constituent.
Couldn't do anything with her,
could you? ! reckoned not. I've
noticed her up and down Dalton
street at night"
"Well," said Miss Grover, Owe
had my eye on her. She has a his
tory--most of 'em have. But this
ones out of the common. When
they're brazen like that, and have
had good looks, you can nearly al
ways tell You've got to wait for
something to happen. and trust to
luck to be on the spot. or near II.
It's a toss-up, of course. One thing
is sure, you can't make friends with
that kind IL they get n notion you're
up to anything"
mercy, i have to be going" she
exclaimed, glancing at the black
marble clock on the mantel,
Good morning, Sally"
Mr. Bentley rose. and took his hat
and gold-headed stick from the rack
in the hall.
"You mustn't mind, Sally" he said,
when they had reached the side
walk. Sometimes her brusque
manner is not understood. But she
is very extraordinary woman"
Presently Holders eyes were ar
rested by n crowd barring the side
walk on the block ahead: no un-
usual sight in that neighborhood,
end yet one which aroused in him
sensations OF weakness and nausea.
"A city ambulance!' the rector
exclaimed.
Mr.. Bentley did not reply.
The crowd parted at their APP
proach, and they reached the gate.
where burly policeman, his helmet
in his hand, was standing in the
morning sunlight hopping his face
with red handkerchief. He greet =
ed Mr.. Bentley respectfully. by
name. and made way for them to
pass in.
What Is the trouble, Ryan," Mr..
Bentley asked.
Suicide. sir" the policeman re-
Piled. Jumped of the bridge this
morning. tug picked him up, but
he never came to--the strength
wasn't In him. Sure it's all were
out he was. There was a letter on
him, with the house number, SO they
knew where to fetch him. It's
sad case, sir, with tho woman In
there, and the child gone TO the he's
pltal not an hour ago
tn He Continued Tomorrow.