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Mari
A Case of Too Many
Wires
By AGN£S G. BROGAN
A great city. There is a noise in the
streets, over the streets, under the
streets. A whirling mass of human be
ings in the morning rolls down from
the north like the ebbing tide and flows
up again in the evening. And all night
the whirl goes on. but a different whirl.
There is a glow of electric lights; the
streets are full now not of workers, but
of pleasure seekprs. They pour into
the theaters. Into the hotels, into the
restaurant. And then they pour out
again.
Captives in the cage of the city jail,
men moved about like bees in some
mammoth bive, and not unlike the
buzzing of bees came the continual
bum of their low voiced conversation
Here rough faced men passed the anx
ious hours, engaged boisterously In a
game of cards, while over there others
sat lost in deep brooding dejection
One figure alone seemed to stand
apart different from them all This
difference might have been accounted
for by the Jaunty suit and cup and
the high white collar which the young
man wore; but. after all. it was a cer
tain Infectious light of good humor
in the boyish blue eyes, an Irrespon
sible air of happiness, which distin
guished Peter Olaf from his compan
ions in crime Once again be walked
the length of the long room, keeping
time to his step by a subdued though
merry whistle; then he paused sociably
at the side of a prisoner who glowered
up at him. Peter spoke with a soft
foreign accent.
“That makes twelve times around,"
he said. The man addressed lumber
ed to bis feet, joining the youth in his
walk.
“What chu here for?” be growled.
The boyish blue eyes widened, while
a dull red crept to the blond hair on
Peter's forehead. “Bigamy," he an
nounced briefly. The elder man stood
still with a muttered exclamation
“Bigamy.” he repeated, and exclaim
ed again—“bigamy, a kid like you?
What chu do it for?"
Peter Olaf shook his head “1 didn't
mean to.” he said slowly. ”I—l don't
know.
“It just happened. Far away in Rus
sia was Mari. Before I came to this
new country Mari and I were mar
ried.
“Some day I would spnd her money:
then she must come to uie So I told
her we would he rich here and happy.
And Mari was glad. At first 1 wrote
to her long letters, and then"— Peter
stopped abruptly. When he spoke
again his tone was harder, more con
strained.
“Well, in the house where 1 board
ed lived Bianca. 1 was lonely here in
the strange country—oh. very, very
lonely.
“Bianca was most kind and beautiful.
Together we went to many places—
out upon the ferryboats in the moon
light, down to the sands of the sea
And Mari seemed to fade away so far
l could scarce remember her face. It
grew dim like a dream one has almost
forgot.
“And so I did not send to Mari
the money. May not one have anew
wife in anew country when one shall
nerer return to the old? Bianca also
had a lover who would have married
her.
“This she told me.” The boy pass
ed his hand across his forehead. “So
what could I do?" he asked. “Could
I lose Blanca?" And then that very
day when we were married Mari
comes along to this country. Alone
she had worked and saved, and now
she is here.
“And Marl asks them to find me
for her—the officials—and when they
And me 1 am married again. So you
see it is bigamy. That is what they
tell me. and 1 must be held for trial.”
The boy clutched the prisoner's sleeve
fearfully. “What will they do with
me?" he cried.
The hardened man. whose own crime
had brought suffering to many, stared
disgustedly into the frightened face.
“Do with you." he answered fiercely
—“do with you? 1 don't know, but 1
hope they will lock you up I hope
they make you work as she never
thought of working—that little Russian
thing you deserted. Chances are they
won’t do it. though. That innocent,
baby face of yours will carry you
through. You’ll only be deported.”
“Deported?" questioned the boy ea
gerly. The man turned on his heel.
“Yes." he answered gruffly—“sent
back where your kind belong."
Peter Olaf stood considering. He
seemed to see again the little village
that bad been his home, the tiny school
house where he and Mari had gone so
many yeaca together. Xhen acrpss his
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and closed with much grating of locks.
As through a mist he saw the figures of
an officer and a girl.
“Forty-five!” rang out the officer’s
voice, and the girl's slender figure came
waverlngly. indistinctly, toward him.
A moment she stood, her white face
pressed close against the veiling wires,
her dark eyes shining goiden black in
the reflected light Then with a Joy
ful. half Inarticulate Cry Mari clasped
her trembling hands
“Peter," she whispered—“oh. Peter!"
Dumbly the guilty youth stood peering
through bis cage. The woolen shawl
which the girl wore fell back from her
head, revealing the well remembered
clustering curls. The sound of bis
home tongue upon her lips brought a
sob to Peter’s throat.
“I came,” Mari went on breathlessly,
"to you, beloved. Because you had
not been able to send me money, should
that then keep us apart? So I worked
and worked.” The words melted into
a soft, little laugh. "Oh. you did not
know that I could be so clever, Peter—
could of myself earn so much money,
enough to bring me to the far America.
But me. alone—l did it" The trium
phant tone turned now to one of deep
compassion. “And you, my Peter”—
the girl said quickly—“they have made
you suffer. Because of a cruel, wicked
mistake they have placed you here
behind their great locked doors.
“ ‘He is married in this country.’ the
men tell me. but I ask them how can
that be. It is foolish, for is not my
Peter my husband, and have I not here
our printed records? But the interpret
er is very stupid, and be will not un
derstand, and he tells me over and
over again, ‘Peter Olaf is married,' so
I come away angry.”
The girl tossed her head. “Be brave,
beloved." sbe said, “and all will yet be
well.
“Do not grieve that I must go
back, for so they have ordered. ‘Re
turn at once to your own country,' the
stern man said, as though that were
punishment to me. I am glad—glad
to go.
“Here the people are so strange and
fine and grand; here no one cares.”
Mari caught her breath sharply. Tears
welled in the golden black eyes. She
waited, wondering at his silence, and
then, with a sudden hopeless gesture,
Peter stretched forth his arms.
"Mari,” he murmured brokenly, “if
I could but touch your hand."
“Have 1 not. then, the same long
ing?” she answered tremulously. “But
when they have learned their mistake.
Peter, wheu they know of their wrong,
then they will set you free, and you
will hasten back to our happy home
land.
“There will I be to welcome you and
see in the garden our fruits and flowers
are growing and upon the hills our
sheep. So you will be content and hap
py forevermore, so you will never care
again to wander."
“Mari,” the boy cried out in despair,
“how may I then come to you—l who
am so unworthy?”
An attendant laid a kindly hand upon
the girl's shoulder “Time’s up,” he
reminded. Mari looked back through
the screen with reproachful eyes.
“You unworthy, Peter?" she said ten
derly. “You”— Then obediently Mari
followed on up the stair. Outside be
fore the jail a dark faced Italian paus
ed to adjust the golden harp which he
carried. At his side, in bizarre cos
tume, tripped a red lipped girl. With
a swift sidelong glance at the man she
flirted her beribboued tambourine.
“I go in there. Toni,” she said. “I not
play on the boat today.” The Italian
stood looking down upon her with a
sort of dogged devotion.
“You go to see him. Bianca,” he said
—"he who was not your husband. He
fool you and lie to you, yet you can for
give?” The girl shrugged her shoul
ders.
“What do I forgive?" she asked pert
ly. “He leave her for me. If he leave
me for her"—Bianca’s eyes narrowed—
“but Petro he not do that,” she said.
Halfway to the impressive entrance
she turned back to smile at him. “You
wait for me, Toni?” she called, and the
Italian answered with sad resigna
tion:
“Always I wait for you, Bianca.”
She smiled at Peter also, showing her
pretty white teeth, as he drew near the
forbidding screen.
“Ilello!" she greeted him gayly.
“Hello, but I cannot shake hands.”
“Would you?" Peter asked her grave
ly. “Would you if you could?"
“Why not?" laughed Bianca. “You
will be free,” she added quickly. “I ask
the man at the desk if they send you
to jail, and he frown, and he say he
think not They send you back per
haps where you belong. But Petro,”
she whispered softly, “wheu you are
free you will come back to me? Prom
ise. I am your wife.”
The boy leaned wearily against the
screen Through it came the fragrant
breath of roses in her hair.
“Promise, Petro," the girl caressing
ly implored him
"I will come back to you. Bianca,"
he answered evenly. She laughed a
little as she turned away.
“Goodby." she said. And as she
came. out pgnjn into, the light..apd
“No," she said, slowly shaking her
head: "no. Toni; he never come back
to me; never, any more.’’ The man
leaned forward, unbelieving.
“He told you rbat?” he asked eagerly.
“He not tell iue,“ Bianca replied,
with a shrewd little smile. "He not
need to tell me; I know."
“Beloved!" the man eutreated and
spoke no other word. For a moment
the singing girl swayed her tambou
rine teasingly before ber mocking face;
th£n. suddenly serious, sbe gazed at
him across the tinkling bells.
“Your kind. Toni.” she said gently;
“the slow kind. It is the best”
And far out upon the pier another
girl sat her upraised face glorified in
the light of the setting sun. ber dark
eyes filled with dreams. “Deported.”
murmured a pitying voice, but the im
migrant girl was smiling happily as
she followed the long line Into the
great white ship. Mari had entered
upon the journey Into ber promised
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