The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-04-08

/ you the way
He followed her down the subter
! ranean passage 10 II narrow stairway
at the rear, up which they climbed
/ four flights. His room was at the real
of the top floor. There was but one
window, which gave upon an alley and
commanded q fine view of a brick wall
He raised 1t and leaning out found
the cornice Of the house was less than
! six feet above the sill.
81 may need that some time" he
remarked, turning back TO Esther.
''Pl get the fay of the roof tonight.
She had apparently forgotten her
depression. for she was all tenderness
now and. apologizing for the baroness
of his abode. she left the room.
After locking the door FitZhugh
stripped to the skin. hung his damp
hope that chance ray of sunshine
might discover them and curled up on
the bed. which was never intended
for II man Of his stature. In less than
three minutes he was slumberlng
sOundly.
II was dusk when he awoke. Feel
ing greatly refreshed, he put on his
clothes. which were almost dry, and
walked downstairs, where he was
greeted by Esther.
ut must be pretty late" he re-
marked.
IT'S nearly nine"
"Ninel Why, have had ten hours
sleepw
But you hadn't slept for two
nights"
"Its Il larger dose than I've taken
In years almost never sleep more
than five hours out Of the twenty-fOur.
! feel as though I'm wasting time If
do. l know that's an astonishing state
ment for a tramp to make, but there's
SO much in life, even for tramp"
"Please don't say that. You are not
II tramp. and / don't like to hear you
say you are
Don't you want to know who l
ann" he asked. suddenly very earnest.
She shook her head "No--at least
not until you wish to tell me. 1t
doesn't matter 70 me what you are, or
what YOU have been. Look at Ii the
other way about: how much do you
know Of me? You know am radical,
you have probably surmised l am of
foreign parentage, and that Is all. l
think l shall tell you something about
myself, for I can see you want to
know"
And. needless Of Ass protestations,
she told him. Size Vas a widow. Her
husband had s-en Russian nihilist
and was Killed In Petrograd. After
his death she had fled to America.
"N"w, OF course, you want to hear
my story" he decided, when she fin
ished. Don't your"
She noted the unwillingness In his
voice. Some other time," she an
swered.
I'D better get you something to
eat" she reminded herself presently.
and rose and started toward the door.
"YOu must be hungry" She paused
with her hand on the knob. isn't
there something else can get you?"
she asked
"YeS; ] wish you'd get me some eve
ming newspapers" He ran his hand.
first In one trousers pocket. then In
the other, before remembering their
emptiness. "Never mind" Ire told her.
"Tll do without"
"Tll gel them ALL" she promised
soOthingly. ITS only few cents"
she added as she went out.
When she returned, bearing tray
OF food and a bundle OF newspapers.
Fitzhugh had made his toilet and
looked a little more presentable-or.
rather, little less unkempt.
He threw aside the more conserva-
tive Journals, which announced his es-
cape In staid paragraphs. and read
first those saffron-c colored ones, which
told the news with huge black type
against pink and green backgrounds
The first one shreked al him:
MANIAC ESCAPES!
OVERPOWERS GUARD AND FLEES
IN STORM!
An mil a n Av.x