The Washington times., 1921-04-29
Personally Direced
By Robrt g. VignoIa.
By Dom Bryne.
f<TvHATS better she says. and
pats my hand as she
turns her head. sDOnt

k['VuAl D petteF, Sue sdys, anu
pats my hand as she
turns her head. Don't
worry, Mccarthy. Ill-Ill live
4 Without the gray January dusk
had crept into the canons Of New
York and given the narrow streets,
the crenelated buildings. the NOV
ing trucks, the pedestrians, a SEM
. blance of unreality, as though they
were being seen through mist
raised by some necromancer at the
call of fortune man.
Through the windows of the
courtroom the Tombs were still
evident, but the building had be-
come unreal. 1t was like some
ogre's castle in fairy tale for
children, very terrible, but not
z really there.
The Judge. the jury, the attend
ants. all the court had somehow lost
entity as a court. 1t was no more
q court than a house in a play is a
/ house. 1t was just a formula en-
bracing a hundred or so human
beings.
And one felt also that this was
not in New York. There was no at
mosphere of New York. New York
might be a cloak and a disguise but
the minds and personalities of all
were on a golden island on shining
seas.
! And they didn't see Mccarthy in
the witness box, nor Jansen in the
dock, but by the cove where the
water was so translucent that one
could see. fathom on fathom deep.
the rainbow fish below.
"She gets better day by day. and
al, cd
the officer. speaking more easily as
practice came after his seven years
Z of silence. "She sits on the beach
and health comes to her with the
wind, and little by little the flush
comes in her cheek, and life fer
ments, and her hair that has become
dank ripples and flows, as still
sea stirs up with breeze. And
soon she's swimming again. But
there's little of the old Jansen left.
All her movements are grave. At
times she sits thinking, and her
brow is working with thought. At
other times she smiles. Just a dig
nified little smile.
A SECOND TINE.
And soon after she gets well.
she saved my life a second time.
This is how it happens. I'm
fishing one day and my line and
hook get caught down in the
coral. And / don't want to lose
that hook. Hooks aren't easy to
make. So I says: IN go down
after that hook
II shoot in and go swimming
down through the water, and I
hang on to the coral with one
. hand, and unloose the hook with
N 30.
come up when in the water be-
a shadow like boat. For a mo-
Up with a rush. But halfway up
/ know it's no boat. And in the
warm water l go cold as ice.
I'm more than halfway up, and
have no chance of shouting.
splashing, making noise, the
way you brighten them off. And
suddenly / know the big fellow
sees. / can feel the vibration
OF his swirl in the water as he
turns off to a point where he can
come rushing at me.
Its goodbye. Mccarthy /
say to myself, and turn to face
him. And then 1 hear plunge
into the water the moment mes
ready to turn over and come at
me. And Jansen comes shooting
down.
"She has stone or something
in her hand drawn back and let's
him have 1t just on the soft point
Of the nose. the only place you
can hurt those fellows. One
crack! And the big coward turns
and sinks OFF just like a dog
that's been kicked.
A BRAVE DEED.
when we get ashore I'm just
as mad as can be. The idea of
her taking a chance like that!
Haven't YOU got any sense at
allT / bawl hen out What do