The Dolores star., 1922-09-22
Little Miss
Emory
BY MYRA c. LANE

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Copyright 1924. Western Newspaper Union
"Dld you see that in the paperT
asked Sutphen, the oldest bOarder,
pointing 10 paragraph. You wouldn't
remember Tim Mccarthy. but / remem-
ber him we'll Thirty years he's
seryed-dear, dearI" He clucked his
tongue against the roof of his mouth.
+ Thirty years, Miss Emory. Big slice
out Of mans life, isn't iti"
what did he dor" 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 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 one
thing, he'd never taken life. And,
for another, there was girl believed
in him. Appears she'd stuck to him
through thick and thin. and swore she'd
"ait ava Dul SuSso tiuk ooiN VI
hero amt much In your line, Miss
Emory"
He smiled at the precise little middle
aged lady as he put the newspaper
down.
"Well, guess the pardon board did
the right thing" said Harris. "McCar-
thy wont go on the rampage again"
II guess not" answered Sutphen.
He'd be quite lost emong modern in
yentons. Gosh, bet he's never seen
skyscraper, nor used the telephone,
nor ridden in an autocar. Oh. guess
bis desperado days are over"
i saw in the paper he'd said he was
going to take up farming" said Miss
Emory placIdly.
Farming, huh? Well, guess that
aint changed much" said Sutphen.
Mighty queer sort of neighbOr to
nave, though, I should say! I didn't
see anything about that girl, though.
II there's girl willing to wait thirty
pears until her sweetheart comes out
oi the pen lead me to her!"
MISS Emory smiled; so did Harris.
Nooody wasted much sympathy on Nc
.arthy. After all, he had got what he
deserved, and he was mighty fortunate
70 see bit of freedom before he died
hcCarthy stepped out of his cell for
Inc last time and strode beside the
kuard TO the warden's office. The war
oeh met him at the door and grasped
lls hand cordially.
Giad you're going. old man." he
SAD BE good to yourself. No need
~ ma nahd you the parting CUFF. eh, Tim?'
lin smiled. He still stood straight
an arrow, despite his lined face and
.ose-cropped, iron-gray hair 81 guess
ne COINS all right for me-" he said.
E glanced inquiringly at the office,
ha the warden nodded.
ns all fixed, license and ALL" he
sia' and the mayors private cars at
ne ooor. He said that was the least
W could do. All you've got to do Is
nop IN, and you'fl be on your own
'onestead inside Of four hours"
M.oarthy nodded back, and stepped
A''ue the office. A woman of about
.as own age was waiting there. She
s clothed In soft fawn gray,
.eh showed up her clear skin, deli.
,. ave features and graying hair. Tim
'peo her in his arms and she laid
e. Il, nead upon his shoulder.
|obbed. ~ e"'' A' 'n'
Nm oneeF up, sweetheart" whispered
N her ear. I'VE need every
'nss Of our courage"
sa' looked at him in alarm.
""nat w. for, Timr she stammered.
NJ, 20 ealk the photographers" grinned
~. =. mad spoken truly, for Tins re-
MAJ "a -, nad fred the city's Imagination,
.n,.as tue.f appearance at the gate Of the
n.na'y n.'nusry was the signal for the
yS.ppe Sp'ne Of innumsrable cameras.
MN. I al length the car rolled away,
~ pseKed the streets. The entrance
o,,.. s license room was guarded by
=. en, sa, but Tim bad to clear a pas
Dsc. LOT himself and his bride by sheer
|,Ir r,hnsiess, w.. 1t was a happy, smiling
j. r.n.,la ,, nnally emerged, again to run
'e' OF the photographers. And