The Washington times., 1926-02-04

thought. I called up the hospital.
knowing that Eileen had left long
before. i wanted TO talk with
someone besides the stolid me.
chanic and the roustabouts who
had unloaded the trucks. Yes. Mrs.
Jones had left long time ago,
Miss Nevins said. She had waited
for me to come for her until after
o'clock, and then she had gone
home by herself.
what q Homecoming What q
ghastly remnant OF the ceremony.
almost, that we had looked forward
to. According to schedule. I should
nave reached Washington at S
o'clock or 50 that morning, and.
cleaned and rested. should have
called for her q little before noon.
Then, home happy and hopeful and
free-free Of this degrading activity
that was making q hunted beast
Of me.
That was the PLAN land this
was the outcome. At the best
possible prospect. would skuIIK
into the house after dark. dirty.
unkempt. and-unleSB got grip
on myself drunk.
No word from Nelson none from
Lem. / called up the house. Miss
Ward answered. Oh, Mr. Jones,
come home come home quick. Yes,
Mrs. Jones Is here. butch, it Is
terrible. Hurry home. She was in
coIlision-the driver was killed.
Her face was mangled with broken
glass--the specialist is here now.
He doesn't know-come as quick as
you can. She is crying hysterical.
She blames herself for not waiting
until you came. If you had been
driving. this wouldn't have hap
pened. Where was. the collision
Fourteenth and @. about an hour
ego. How soon viii you be home?
What comes after that is Jumbieo
and distorted. / can't set 1t forth
with any degree OF orderliness or
clarity. recall how Lem came in
and grabbed the whiskey bottle
from my hand before the first, drink
had found it's mark. And / let him
keep it, because he gave me some
Ithing better. He knew where Mel
son was, and where he had hidden
| the stuff. We went after it, and
brought it back-we ripped the
rear seats out of our touring cars
and piled the cases in there-oveI
forty cases altogether.
| I remember seeing Eileen IN
mask--a horrible looking thing with
cotton sticking out at the edges
After what seemed a lifetime II
was taken Off The specialist had
done his work well. Only the most
careful scrutiny could reveal the
| tiny, thread-like scars on her cheek
Eileen was still the most beautiful
woman of any assemblage she might
find herself in.
ObsessiOn to Make Money
| / had an obsession to make
money-make money. That was my
nightmare task that / strained al
eternally and never finished, Hor
rible things were always happening
and money warded them off. Money
had saved Eileen's life at the hos
pital, money had saved her from
frightful MISUNDERSTANDING
else was going to. happen, anC
money would stave that off, too.
We made Ii. Lem and Through
Legitimate bootlegging. most OF it
There was temptation, now anC
then, to make 1t In even more SIM
ster ways. Were not cut out for
crooks, Jonesy." Lem Would say
lets stick to rum-running until we
can go into something better" He
never gave up hope. To the last
minute, he still chung to the be
lief that he could find a way out
But that way must be up, moi
deeper into lawlessness.
The nearest we came to what
Lem called Straight crime" was
when we robbed the alcohol tank
car near Philadelphia. With a
syphoned of 1000 gallons Of pure