The Red Cloud chief., 1922-04-13
Little Miss
Emory
BY MYRA C. LANE
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Copyright, l922, western NtWspaper Ohloh
"Did you see that In the paper"
asked Sutphen, the Oldest boardcr,
pointing to paragraph. "YOu wouldn't
remember Tim Mccarthy, but remem-
Der him well. Thirty years he's
served--dear, dearw lie clucked his
tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"Thirty years, Miss Emory. Big Slice
out of mans life, isn't ltF
"What did he do?" asked little, faded
Miss Emory, the school teacher.
"Why, this Mccarthy was the most
notorious desperate in the West, but
It was in Trenton they got him. He'd
gone home because his mother was dy-
Ing. Queer streak in n fellow like
that. And that's how the police got
their hands on him.
"Odd thing, but there was quite n
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
wait for him. But | guess that sort of
hero Amt much In your line, Miss
Emoryw
He smiled at the precise little middle.
aged lady as he put the newspaper
down.
"Wcll, | guess the pardon board did
the right thing" said Harris. "McCar-
thy won't go on the rampage again."
~ guess not" answered Sutphen.
He'd be quite lost among modern In
ventlons. Gosh. | bet he's never seen
n sliysrraper, nor used the telephone,
nor ridden in On autocar. oh, l guess
his desperate days are over"
81 saw in the paper he'd said he was
going to take up farming" said Miss
Emory placldly.
Farming, huh? Well, l guess that
amt changed much," said Sutphen.
mighty queer sort of neighbor to
have, though, should sayl / didn't
see anything about that girl, though.
If there's 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 strobe beside the
guard to the warden's office. The war.
den met him at the door and grasped
| his hand cordially.
"Glnd you're going, old man." he
| said. BE good to yourself. No need
to hand you the parting CUFF, ELI, Tlm?'
Tim smiled. He still stood straight
as an arrow, despite his lined face ant
close-cropped, iron-gray hair. II guess
the COINS all right for me-" he said
He glanced inQuiringly ut the office
and the warden nodded.
| "Its all fixed. license and all," ht
said, "ani the mayors private cars al
the door. He said that was the leas,
you could do. All you've got to do Is
to hop In, and youll he on your owr
homestead inside of four hours"
Mccarthy nodded back, and stepped
inside the office. A woman of about
his own age was waiting there. She
was clothed in soft fawn gray
which showed up her clear skin, deli
cate features and graying hair. Tin
clasped her in his arms and she lait
her head Upon his shoulder.
at doesn't seem real, Tim" she
sobbed.
"Cheer up, sweetheart" whispered
Tim in her car 1--WE need every
ounce of our courage"
She looked ut him in alarm
"Wh-what for, TlIn?" she stammered.
"To balk the photographers" grinnet
Tim.
He had spoken truly, for Tins re
lease had fired the c,ty's imagination
and their appearance at the gate of III,
penitentiary was the signal for III,
swapping of innumerable cameras
When at length the car rolled away
mObs packed the streets. The entranc,
to the license room was guarded b,
policemen, but Tim had to clear pas
sage for himself and his bride by Shee
force.
Nevertheless, it was happy, smlllnj
pair that finally emerged, again 10 run
the gantlet OF the photographers. Ant
now the journey toward the city limit
became sort of trlumphal progress
and thousands lined the streets, cheer
ing vociferously, so that their en-
could hardly force It's passage.
Harris, who often lunched with Sut
phen, was waiting for him at the COZ
ner of Main and Ems, when the aut
came labOrlously along. Sutphon ar
: peared.
Sorry to be so late" he ranteC
"This d-n mOb's the worst | see
since Hardins election" Suddenly h
grasped Harris by the arm. Snakes
, he calculated. "Am l seeing 'em again
y or--who's that beside Tim Mccarthy
Harris eyes were popping out {
their orbits. by all that's holyl" Il
= gasped. Miss Emoryw
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