The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-20
(Continued from Saturday. :,

if you are strong enough, even with what help I can give you, to get down the stairs, and even if you can, am afraid with all my soul of the conse- quenceS to you, and-'
 Gypsy Nan blew out the candle, and staggered to her feet.
 There isn't any other way She leaned heavily on Rhoda Gray's arm. Can't you see that? Don't you think I know? Haven't you seen enough here to convince you of that? T. I'm just spflling the dice for-for per haps the last time-but it's the only chance-the only chance. Go on!' she urged tremulously. 'Shoot the glim, and get me to the door. And and, for the love of God, don't make a sound! It's all up if we're seen going our!"
 The flashlights ray danced in crazy gyrations as the two figures swayed and crept across the garret. Rhoda Gray unlocked the door, and, as they passed out, locked 1t again on the outside.
 Hide the keyr" whispered Gypsy Nan. "See-that crack in the floor under the partitioni Slip it in there!"
 The 1ashight guiding her, Rhoda Gray stopped down to where, between the rough attic flooring and the equally rough boarding of the garret
 
 She pushed the key in out of sight; and then, with her am around Gypsy Mans waist. and with the fashlight at cautious intervals winking ahead of her through the darkness, she be- gan to descend the stairs.
 It was slow work, desperately slow, both because they dared not make the slightest noise. and because, too, as far as strength was concerned, Gypsy Nan t0 the end of her durance. Down one flight, and then the other, they went. resting at every few steps. leaning back against the wall black shadows that merged with the blackness around them, the flash light used only when necessity com peIledit, lest its gleam might attract the attention of some other occupant of the house. And at times Gypsy Mans head lay cheek to Rhoda Gray's, and the others body grew limp and became a great weight, so heavy that it seemed she could no longer support it.
 They gained the street door, hung there tensely for moment to make sure they were not observed by any chance passer-by, then stepped out on the sidewalk. Gypsy Nan spoke then:
 TT can't go much farther" she faltered. Butt doesn't matter now we're out of the house-it uOeSn IldIleT WHSIS you ILIlNA only let's try few steps more"
 Rhoda Gray had slipped the flash light inside her blouse.
 ''Yes" she said. Her breath was coming heavily. It's all right, Nan. I understand"
 They walked on a little way up the block, and then Gypsy Mans grasp suddenly frightened on Rhoda Gray's arm.
 "PIay the game !'' Gypsy Mans voice was scarcely audible. You'll play the game. won't you? You'll you'll see me through That's good name-as good as any-Char- lotte ~Green-that's all you know but-but don't leave me alone with them-you-you'n come to the hos pitaI with me, won't you-I-'
 Gypsy Nan had collapsed in a heap on the sidewalk.
 Rhode Gray glanced swiftly around her In the squalid tenement before which she stood there would be no help of the kind that was needed. There would be no telephone in there by means of which she could summon an ambulance. And then her glance rested on a figure far up the block under & street lamp-a policeman. She bent hurriedly over the prostrate woman whispered a word of encour- agement, and ran in the officers di- rection.
 As she drew closer to the police man, she called out to him. He turn ed and came running toward, and, as he reached her, after a sharp glance into her face, touched his helmet re- spectfully.
 Whats wrong with the White MolI tonight?' he asked pleasantly.
 "There's-there's a woman down there"-Rhoda Gray was breathless from her run-"on the sidewalk. She needs help at once.''
 "Drunk?" inquired the officer la conica1ly.
 No. I'm sure it's anything but that" Rhoda Gray answered quickly She appears to be very sick I think you had better summon an ambu- lance without delay"
 All night," agreed the officer. There's a patrol box down there in the direction you came from. Wen have alook at her on the way" He started brfskly forward with Rhoda Gray beside him. Who is sf-e, dye know?" he asked.
 She said her name was Charlotte Green" Rhoda Gray replied. That's all she could, or would, say about herself"
 Then she ain't a regular around here. or I guess you'd know heri grunted the policeman.
 Rhoda Gray made no answer.
 They reached Gypsy Nan. The officer bent over her, then picked her up and carried her to the tene- ment doorway.
 "I guess you're right, all right: She's badi I'll send in a can,' he said. and started on the run down the street.
 Gypsy Nan had lost consciousness. Rhode Gray settled herself on the doorstep supporting the woman's head in her lap. Her face had set a gain in grim. hard. perpleNed lines. There seemed something unnatural, something menacingly weird, some thing even uncanny about it all Per haps it was because it seemed as though she could so surely foresee the end. Gypsy Nan would not live