The Washington times., 1921-04-27

see It. She's too far out of the pale.
I'd like to tell her Yes But
can't.
SHE BREAKS DOWN.
"You don't believe, then. Nc
Carthy'-her voice is just a husky
whisper-'that there is anyone caring
for me, anywhere
"'Oh. what's the use of bother
ing about that"
"'You don't, then she said. 'You
think I'm too bad for-eyen-that
II get up and shake myself.
Maybe there's nothing to 1t. after
ALL l tell her. But all of sudden
she is crying, her face down to the
sand. as though her heart. would
break.
81 move away, because I'm no
good to her. and go down the
strand a bit. The water laps the
strand, and whispers in the trees,
But l can hear Jansen crying still.
II walk on and on. / hear the
sea rumble on the rocks. and the
whisper of the trees is louder.
turtle pluds into the water, and a
cocoanut falls with a thud, but ovei
1t all still can hear the voice OF
as though pieces of silk were being
ripped from the main fabric with
shrill protesting tragedy. 1t struck
me that she herself was fiaying
her heart with brutal strokes, and
that every red shred was moaning
in protest: Don't don't. don't"
"The new moon became the full
moon, and waned and died." McCar-
they went on. But no help came"
There was nothing to do but
wait. and a policeman doesn't mind
waiting. All his life Is waiting.
except for a hint of action now and
then. But / worried about JAMS
sen.
Jansen gave me no trouble,
from the wreck Of the boat, and a
pin Jansen gave me.
There's nothing I like to see
better than fish. and I sit there
and fish and think all the time.
We talked just as friendly strang-
ers might talk, waiting on a rail-
road platform. She got the bana-
mas and the cocoanuts and the
breadfruit. gathering them as they
fell. I managed to kill a sucking
pig now and then, and I rugged up
a fishing line from a piece of rope
L unTdNeIeu tnaI ndu come ashore.
And little things come to me of
the life in New York. and I worry
over them. l never was a CRATER.
1 never took a penny from anyone
when I was on the vice squad In
the way of protection, but there's
little things that worry me. As
for instance, when I go into a sa-
loon for a drink. they never take
my money.
when An arrest Is made, some
times i find a bailsman for the
prisoner. and they give me some
thing as q favor. Or ! sell tickets
for this benefit or another. and
nobody wants them but nobody
dares refuse. And I sit there IN a
few acres OF coral in the. Pacific
Ocean and the sun rises in the east
way over New York. and the moon
sets in the west down China way.
And the winds blow south from
Japan. or north from the edge Of
the world. And 1 think: It's very
small. It's not worth mans
while
And while I'm thinking JAMS
sen is thinking, too. But what
she's thinking about I can't figure.
She's very silent. And at times
her mouth isn't hard at all. nor
her eyes. either. And when she
speaks her eyes are on the ground
and she's very serious.
what are you thinking about
Janssen? l ask.
HOW SHE FEELS.
Mccarthy she says, did you
ever, after a hard days work. dis
appointed, clogged with dirt, come
in and turn on a cold shower and
suddenly feel better and cleaner
and be happy againT
That's the only thing to do on
a day like that
well, ! feel she said. as II
this island were that bath after the
awful day of my life,' she said.
"'At times ] think myself that
IT must be getting on her nerves,
this place. She'll want the lights,
the gayety, the people, II only for a
little space before she faces her
trial. Even the chair must be bet
ter for her than this waiting.
think.
aren't you getting lonely. JAMS
sen?' l ask. Doesn't this get on
your nerves-having nobody to talk
tor We never speak any more
about the murder or the trial.
"'Why, no, Mccarthy
"T should have thought ] say,
that after the gayety you knew
you'd find this a terrible trial.
Mccarthy she said suddenly,
were you ever at SaranacT
awe passed through it.
Ibid you ever see the poor peo-
pie there, quiet waiting, glad to
be alive, just being healed? Well,
I'm like those
II don't notice for a while the
change that is coming over Jansen.
] see things on the outside OF
people. I don't see them on the In
side. I'm a detective. I just think
maybe she's got the blues. Maybe
she's worried. But one afternoon
she comes to me and springs a new
one.
Mccarthy she says, would you
mind every afternoon keeping away
for an hour or so from the cover
whats the idea?' ] says.
"'Well / used to be a good swim
mer,' she says, and I'm going to
practice. and I haven't got any
bathing suit she says, mot even
tights. SO you'd better keep away
81 think to myself, This is
queer thing for anyone as tough as