The Washington times., 1930-10-03


of a Chinese flute. -.
No wonder Mr.. Farnsworth
was killed In the night -. Q
lot went on in that house In
the dark, II you only knew
what it was -. those footsteps
belonged to somebody 80. some
body who knew secret hiding
places. -.
Cathie's teeth began to chat
ter, her heart to thud -. won
der she wasn't killed, too...
wonder they weren't all found
dead. -.
There she was, thinking
about herself again -. when
poor Mr.. Farnsworth was dead
and buried, and Gordon's heart
was just about broken, and
Ma. Ma.
SObs In Night
But when she thought about
Ma, sinking down into q heap
on that courtroom floor, what
was left Of her Self-control
snapped. She bit into the pill
low to stifle the sobs she
couldn't keep back, and it
didn't do any good, she could
hear herself crying. crying out
loud, crying uncontrollably :.
just one more woman weeping
In the night. In a cell.
She was too sick to see Cor
don when he came, early in the
morning. But the matron
helped her make herself pre-
sentable about noon, and she
went in to the visitors room to
talk to him for a few moments.
q washed-out wrath Of q girl
with black-circled eyes, and
mourning that hung on her de.
jectedly.
Well, another day and we
ought to have something" he
said, with false heartiness.
She laid her pale cheek next
to his. Don't mind too much,
dear. I don't. 80"
Sentence Near
And Unexpectedly, she broke
down, and wept again.
She was thinking of Friday
...day after tomorrow. the
day they were going to sentence
her. and the court. and Ma,
too sick to come and sit beside
her,.
Mrs. Evans motioned for him
to go.
Towards evening Cheong
came.
He wore his black coat, and
the old, flat derby hat, and his
bland Oriental face was as ex-
pressionlesS as ever.
From an inner pocket he
brought out a screw Of brown
paper, unwound it carefully,
and presented her with half a
dozen stalks Of pungent China
lilies.
mfr. Moore thinks they'll
have Marguerite by tomorrow"
she told him. It was suddenly
easy to talk. Cheong was some
one you could talk to too
bad she hadn't known 1t be-
fore in the lonely days,
in the house he could
have helped She knew
that now.
"Mr. Moore is very wise," the
old Chinaman said softly.
"You think they'll find her.
Cheong?"
"Of a certainty"
: But Cheong, why did she go
away like that? She was al
ways so kind, and I needed
her So"
"These are things past hu.
man understanding"
ST know, but if I could just
"You will believe. You who
are young, in the sprtngtime
of life. You viii be happy
again. Before the green hills
turn brown under the summer
sun you will have forgotten
he swept the small room with
a yellow hand-"much"
Good and Evil
mot if I'm still here"
Cattie said tremulously. The
tears of weakness stood IN her
eyes, but she managed to smile
as she said it. 80. Hope -.
Hope, newborn and weak, but
Hope, was in her again. -.
The old Chinaman was talk
ing. 80. Things are neither
good nor evil, it is only their
uses that have these properties.
Good things may be the cause
Of evil. The child becomes Ill
of eating sweets, the old man
who stays watching the full
moon through the pine
branches contracts rheumatism.
The beautiful. fountain attracts
mosquitoes.
EVIL things may do good,
foul poisons kill fouler vermin,
carrion birds and maggotS keep
the world clean Of offal. Death
may prevent misery. Fate puts
things to strange uses. In an
humble way the wise man may
emulate fate.
THE physician uses the dried
blood of spiders to cure fevers.
He uses opium and morphine
to prevent pain and shorten
misery. The wise man may
utilize the malice of fools in
order that good may come"
Goodbye, Catherine Farms