The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-09-14
Little Miss
Emory
By MYRA G. LANE

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Copyright. 1922, Western Newspaper Union,
did you see that Ia the paper?":
asked Sutphen, the oldest boarder,
pointing to a paragraph. you wouldn't
remember Tim Mccarthy, but / remem-
Der him well. Thirty years he's
served-dear, deary' He clucked his
tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Thirty years, Miss Emory. Big slice
out of q mans life, isn't it?"
what did he do" asked little, faded
Miss Emory, the school teacher.
why, this Mccarthy was the most
notorious desperate in the West, but
1t was in Trenton they got him. He'd
gone home because his mother was dy-
ing. Queer streak in a fellow like
that. And that's how the police got
their hands on him.
"Odd thing, but there was quite a
public reaction in his favor. For n
thing, he'd never taken a life. And,
for another, there was a girl believed
in him Appears she'd stuck to him
through thick and thin, and swore she'd
wait for him. But l guess that sort of
hero amt much in your line, Miss
Emory!
He smiled at the precise little middle
aged lady as he put the newspaper
down.
well, 1 guess the pardon board did
the right thing" said Harris. "McCar-
thy won't go on the rampage again."
II guess not" answered Sutphen.
He'd be quite lost among modern in
ventions. Gosh, / bet he's never seen
a skyscraper, nor used the telephone,
nor ridden in an autocar. Oh, I guess
his desperate days are over"
Il saw in the paper he'd said he was
going to take up farming" said Miss
Emory placidly.
Farming, huh? Well, / guess that
amt changed much" said Sutphen.
mighty queer sort Of neighbor to
have, though, l should say! l didn't
see anything about that girl, though.
If there's a girl willing to wait thirty
years until her sweetheart comes out
Of the pen, lead me to her"
Miss Emory smiled: so did Harris.
Nobody wasted much sympathy on Nc
Carthy. After all, he had got what he
deserved, and he was mighty fortunate
to see a bit of freedom before he died.
Mccarthy stepped out of his cell for
the last time and strode beside the
guard to the warden's Office. The war
den met him at the door and grasped
his hand cordially.
"Glad you're going, old man." he
said. BE good to yourself. No need
to hand you the parting CUFF, eh, Tim?'
Tim smiled. He still stood straight
as an arrow, despite his lined face and
close-cropped, iron-gray hair. II guess
the COINS all right for me-" he said.
He glanced inquiringly at the office,
and the warden nodded.
"It's all fixed, license and ALL" he
said, land the mayors private cars at
the door. He said that was the least
you could do. All you've got to do Is
to hop in, and you'll be on your own
homestead inside Of four hours"
Mccarthy nodded back. and stepped
inside the Office. A woman of about
his w g was waiting there. She
was clothed in a soft fawn gray,
which showed up her clear skin, deli
cate features and grazing hair. Tim
clasped her In his arms and she laid
her head upon his shoulder.
1T doesn't seem real, Tim" she
sobbed.
Cheer up, sweetheart" whispered
Tim In her ear. I'VE need every
ounce of our courage"
She looked at him In alarm.
"Wh-what for, Tim?" she stammered.
ITO balk the photographer" grinned
Tim.
He had spoken truly, for Tins re-
lease had fred the city's Imagination.
and their appearance at the gate of the
penitentiary vas the signal for the
swapping OF innumsrabls cameraa
When at length the ear rolled away,
mobs packed the streets. The entrance
to the license oom was guarded BY
policemen, but Tim had to clear q pas
sage for himself and his bride by sheer
force.
Nevertheless, it was q happy, smiling
pair that finally emerged, again to run
the gantlet OF the photographers. And
now the journey toward the city limits
became a sort Of triumphal progress,
and thousands lined the streets, cheer
ing vociferously, 81 that their car
could hardly force it's passage.
Harris, who often lunched with SUIT
phsn, vas waiting for him at the cor
ner Of Main and Ems, when the auto
came laboriously along. Sutphen ap-
peared.
Sorry to be SO late" he painted.
This d-n mob's the worst I seen
since Hardin's election" Suddenly he
grasped Harris by the arm. Snakes"
he calculated. "Am I seeing 'em again,
or-who's that beside Tim McCarthy7'
Harris eyes were popping out Of
their orbits. by all that's holy I" he
gasped. Miss Emory"
New Type Of Snow Ptow.
A new apparatus for clearing nov
from railroad tracks has been devised
by Louis P. Chicoine of Vaudreud,
Quebec, Canada. The apparatus has
the general V-shape of a snow pillow,
but instead Of consisting of a plain
V-shaped pillow it has a series of cut
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