Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-05-03

She pressed her lips tight.
I'm not going to tell-yet. You've
got to do something for me first
I'm in trouble she was speaking
rapidly now, the words flooding over
her lips between gasps. her eyes set,
her hands knitting.
"He a away and left me for
three days. The fire wen out-my
baby" hysterical laughter broke
from her dry lips MY baby died,
and still he didn't come. He"
"Agnesi" Houston grasped her
hands. TRY to control yourself.
Maybe he couldn't get back. The
Storm"
yes, the storm, It's always the
storml We would have been mar
ried-but there was the Storm"
Then she halted. for the briefest
part of a moment. to become sud-
denly madly cajoling. crafty cum
ming:
Listen, Barry. You want to know
things. I car tell them to you-oh.
so many of them. I'll tell them too
my baby-my baby. Won't you
promise for me? Take her to a
priest-please. Barry-and have her
buried In hallowed ground. Won't
You, Barry? Do you want me to die
too-or do you want me to live and
tell you why l did the things 1 did ?
Do you want to know who was back
OF everything? I didn't do 1t for my
self, Barry. 1t was some one else
I'll help you. Barry, honestly I'll
help YOU"
about the murder?" Houston
was leaning forward now, tense.
hopeful. But the woman shook her
head.
"No-the lease. and the contract.
I'll help you about that-if you'll
help me. Take my baby"
The man rose.
IN promise, Agnes. II you want
TO help me afterward, well and good.
II not-you are free to do as you
please"
The woman had raised eagerly.
Then look in a box in the ton
drawer. You'll find a crucifx. They
they might want to put it on her."
In a mass of tangled, old-fash-
Toned jewelry, he found the crucifix,
its chain broken and twisted. and
placed it in a pocket. Then he turn
ed to the grimmer task-and the
good-by. A half hour later, white
featured, his arms cupped gently
about a blanket-wrapped form, he
stepped forth into the storm, and
bending against the wind, turned to-
ward the railroad in obedience to
the hazy directions of the sobbing
woman he had left behind.
The snowfall was lighter now; he
could find his way more easily.
Black splotches against the snow.
two figures suddenly had come out
of the sweeping veil-a girl and a
man. Something akin to panic seized
Houston. The man was Lost Wing.
The girl was Medaine Robinette.
Medaine's eye went with woman
ly instinct to the bundle in his arms.
"A baby!" There was surprise in
her tone. Forgetting for the mo-
ment her aversion to the man him.
self, she came forward, touching the
blankets, then lifting one edge ever
so slightly that she might peer be-
meath. Where did you find it?
Whose is it?"
Houston sought vainly for words.
And the words seem to come unbid-
den:
Does it m~atter?"
"Of course not" She looked at
him queerly. II merely thought /
could be of assistance"
You can- Tell me where l can
find a priest-the baby is dead"
"Oh." She touched the bundle
ever so softly. Il didn't know"
Then with a sudden thought; But
her mother. She must need"
Only a doctor. 1 will try to get
Ba'tiste to come out"
But couldn't +"
I'm sorry" He felt that he was
miring himself hopelessly. He want
ed to tell the truth, to ask her aid, to
send her back into the woods I % the
assistance Of the stricken woman
there. But he could not frame the
request. Instead, II can't tel
You. I've given a woman my word.
h wouldn't underestimate You