The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-02-10
OUTSIDE THE LAW
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not prepared to answer and she consid- cred. Then, very slowly she hung the receiver back on the hook and stepped from the booth.
 Poor dear" she. exclaimed under her I breath, as she left the store. It's a mean trick to play on him. but it's the only way to make him realize that Henry has really disappeared Otherwise the papers might not get the news for days, and i in the meantime I'd had a terrible time convincing Susie that l had done any thing"
 A yawn broke into her meditations. and with sudden letting down of her whole nervous system, she realized that she was almost on the point of collapse. She must find a place to sleep, and that with cut the least delay
 For the time being she felt safe from pursuit. The trailer who had evidently been given orders to shadow her after. she left Ballin's house, had been left at fault upon the drive and with more con- fidence in her step than she had had since she left the office building in the guise of Mary Saunders. Frances walked down into the subway and took train for the lower part Of the city.
 She knew of a hotel where she could find comfort as well as safety IL was little place near Sixth avenue on Twelfth street. A hotel that was partly d AOEktilS SlFl x bOdiulHS mousse. put open to transient guests if they could afford ,to pay the price.
 A woman was behind the desk when Frances entered, and after hearing the girls story--made up on the spur of the , moment-she pushed the ledger toward her and held out pen
 A few minutes later, to her infinite re- lief. she found herself in small room on the top story. After thanking the manager, who had accompanied her up- stairs, she closed the doors and a sigh, coming from every worn-out nerve of her frame rose to her lips. She looked long ingly at the bathtub. in the little white tiled room opening off the sleeping apart ment. but she shook her head I'm too tired,' she said aloud. 'I'd give anything on earth to drop into that tub, but I'd never be able to get out again"
 Hardly pausing to undress, she got into bed, and snapped off the light and a moment later she had drifted into slum- Der.
 It was well into the morning before she av oke. A hoarse shouting from the street seemed to be calling her, vaguely impress familiar ring, as though someone were repeating her name.
 Consciousness returned slowly. Befog- gIed by sleep. her brain refused to con- meet the morning with the events of the evening before.
 'Wrexta, wrextaw The call came from out of doors, muffled and indistinct.
 Sleepily she asked herself what that voice had to do with her. Why did it concern herf Then, interspersed with the mumbling of the mans voice, she caught the name of "Ballin." In an in- stant she was out of bed and with the window up, was leaning far out, trying to catch the crier's words as they drifted up to her
 A man, standing in the middle of the street, was holding a bundle of news papers under one arm while he waved a copy in the other hand.
 ''Wrexta, wreX-tal'' he was shouting. ta-murdered-Ballin East river"
 Frances laughed quickly, turned from the window and hurried into her clothes.
 Gro be continued tomorrow.) Copyright, 12O Thompson Feature
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