Smyrna times., 1925-04-22
Colette Was
His Actress
Sweetheart
By ANTHONY REIMERT

TO- 1875 NeSleLu ANSW SpoPSA NAAASi''1 /
uNHY GOD, Parrlshy Sergeant
ASA Smith stared at the constable
who had catered the office. "Jameson's
mother? Mother?"
That's SO, sergeant. Come from
Ontario to see her SON"
whats she like, ParrishY'
zone Of those dear old ladies you
read about"
And him waiting to go down under
escort to be hanged" muttered the ser
geant. Parrish" he said, suddenly, !
that woman hasn't come two thousand |
miles to learn that. Listen"
Jameson, in his cell, sat with his head |
in his hands He had shot the store
keeper in a fit of frenzied jealousy over
COlette, the little actress who had
somehow drifted north, derelict.
Since then mis- fate had been inevitable.
He had been tried ald found guilty.
Colette's frenzied pleas had not saved
him. The girl had been sent south,
and in a weeks time Jameson must
start on his own grim journey unless
The cell door opened. Sergeant
Smith stood there. Jameson, your
mothers here from Ontario"
"Godw The constable sprang to his
feet.
"She doesn't know. And we're not
| going to let her know. We're giving
| out you've got to start north on patrol
this evening Till thea you're free
man, so long as you don't stray from
the post. I'm trusting you, Jameson
Keep up the bluff You'll pretend to
start tonight under charge Of Smith
and well hustle her out on the boat to-
morrow. Savvy?"
Jameson nodded like a man Ia a
daze. The sergeant removed his
shackles He went out. In the office
the little, gray-halred old woman was
waiting. With cry she fell upon his
neck. The sergeant turned his head
away.
Guess he can't beat it," he told Par
rish, ''but keep an eye on him.
All that afternoon the old woman ant
the constable strOlled about the fort
l Sometimes they were out of sight for 8
few minutes, but it was clear Jameson
had no intention of trying to make
: | getaway.
I'm so proud and happy to see m!
! son doing so we'll" the old woman tolC
the sergeant gratefully.
ITS pity he's got to start on patro
tonight" said Smith, but that's order
from district headquarters"
my son must do his duty" she an
, swered proudly I'D be the last one t
try to prevent him"
It They had given the old lady the Wis
Il iting inspectors empty room. The tw
e sat there most of the afternoon. Tt
e ward dusk Parrish saw the old lad
e cross the parade ground toward tn
n store.
+ Guess she's going to buy him sOmt
t. thing" he meditated. He took the pr
h caution to look in at the window Of tf
n. Inspectors room, however. Jameso
p was crouchilg there, his head in h
IF hands, sObbing.
,f Poor devil I" thought Parrish.
N Smith came out of the office. Tin
y to start that fake patrol" he told hiI
70 | Il
-. back round the cutoff and lock hi
,o into the cell again
- Parrish nodded. "Old woman's
= the store" he said.
: "Wait till she gets back. Then i
~ gOod-by." He crossed to the inspe
p tors room. Just then the new stoI
- keeper came hurrying up.
70 "Say-you know about old NJ
VI Jameson?" he asked.
"Eh? What d you mean?'
w 'NO business of mine," grumbled t
ne dull-witted man. "Only she went do'
ne the road and heard a horse gOing Il
&c hi for leather a few minutes ago
ay the direction of the brush, too
ID "Wha-at?" The sergeant and
constable burst into the inspectO
,u- room. Jameson was still sitting the
his his back toward them. his face hidd
lch in his hands.
as "Jameson!
will AS the constable did not look arou
ara the sergeant advanced and shook h
the by the shoulders. Slowly james
The turned his head.
will They stared with stupefaction. II
lst, yelled with fury:
we'd "You"
the Colette, the little actress, smil
ent you'll have hard work catching
of In the dark" she smiled. "That''
If good horse 1 brought him"
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