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t By , “Dead Men’s Shoes,” “The Martlett Seal,” J
Author ot I “That Girl from Texas,” “An Old Fogy,” Etc. ♦
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CHAPTER IT.
MAGGIE WOODROWS FLIGHT.
From a top floor flat In a cheap tene- ,
ment house on avenue A to hts Txirdship’s
silken nest In Mrs. Wilson Ward Des
brow's landau would have been a far
step for a more experienced traveler th in ,
a tenement house baby. But the n“W
Incumbent accepted the situation placidly.
Its 'sound had been dressed by skillful
hands; Its stomach had been filled; it
had no emotions to Interfere with com
fort. it opened its eyes under the gayly
embroidered laprobe; it discovered a
dangling blue ribbon supporting a sma I
silver bodge swaying within reach. It |
reached out one tiny Anger and grasped
•he pretty plaything, cooing with pleuw
urv—heartless young animal! It was ac
t-aaHy laughing aloud at the identical mo
ment when the red-haired girl was comb
ing the steep, dirty stairway of the ten
ement house on her lonely way t > «l.e
top flat. She missed the burden ehe was
so accustomed to carry up and down
those steps.
She passed a woman coming down as
she went up. The woman xpok'» to her.
Rhe answered her with an absent stare.
The woman met another otic at th* coir
tn-m sink In the hallway. Maggie'» name
came promptly up for discussion.
• I met Woodrwr t Wife as I come down
Ph* was Jus’ a clippin' it up the steps !•><■
mad. PMn't notice me morn'n if 1 »»»
a door pas’ when I spoke to her
•She always did put on as tntnv airs
as If she was bloo-I kin to Mrs Grot uh j
Cleveland."
-Airs! My laid! Poor flirt Jim Mo id
row took a’l the airs out of th»t » rl
lefore him and bor'd been married three
months. You see. 1 was livin’ here when
i.e brought her here It was me th it he
ast to fix up ih-tr fl it a little ta«i/ like.
Jim an* all rtsht them first days."'
"Floor walker. * n n't he?"
■•Ye- » ker in the sam* store
■he e’erked In My I—rd. ate d..n’: look
’ .\ to •>.. ■■ «he ddwh n W«ra
tio mor. Ki* .••• - •• •' '• •
row brought h»-r here a- ride She was
a real tidy Htiie thine and alw.’ys ready
*»*T JI ® iHtJC .1
•What’s the trouble with 'em”
-Dunro W .odr«w’s an ugly cu«s H* s
been drinking h i-d now for six m -n.ns.
l.« hM |Uv count of it or s-spething
*• Maggio s baby «* * mighty party little
one. Got eyes like one of them adver
tisement babies in the back of the mag
axines. 1 don't wish her no bad luck. I m
l.jre-leit If Woodrow's gain' In reg'l.ir
f. r the saloons she's got a hard toad to
travel. Woodrow hit that baby last
t ight and he hurt It.”
Two frowxled heads eame Into closer
pr»xhnlty over the dingy metal sink
"A- basts Is mighty telltale things
M- •;>nrtm-nt window looks sma.-k Into
V. «►'-«•» Folks ought tn pull <lu«li
th.lr «ha*le< when they’re go’n’ in fur a
i .M-.'t hc'p bearin' wlnt
~ .• . "u -In’ on arrost the shaft, not If I d
1.. . n stone deaf and plum' blind.
••of course you couldn't. I've been hi
•hat same sorter fix myself- What did
jolt bear?"
••Well. Il wn< las’ night and the baby
was drradul peevish Colic.: 1 should
s.tt an<! Woodrow, h<* want***! his supper.
I 9*pn«se. and 1 tnw*» H wasn't, ready, so
they had a rcg’lar serap about it. and
Mrs Woodrow I S O..ss she put the
chli'l down to get Woodrow somthln'
t* rat and It set up a howl. It must
a been then that ho give It that lick.
•>r I heard the mother yell at him that
lie'd kill her baby and she wished he
was de id idnr-elf. Then they Jiad It
hot and he ivy I don't suppose he re
ally hurt the child bad. bu! when a man's
teni;«cr's up he don't mind much where
the blow fails."
"iFhe <i!dn t have the baby just now
when I met her."
••Didn’t? Never her without It.*’
"No. She didn't have the child. I
thought It was quar*."
"Why. I never see her go out nor In
without that child In her arms, es sho <
was ju-t going after a bundle of kindlin'
or a can of oil. in ail this time"* I
"Well, she didn’t have It just now. ,
Iler arms was empty and her cape was
fl;. Ing bark < ver her shoulders."
•'I wonder If she'd take It neighborly .
of Ss if we was to step in and ask about
the .hild?”
But Just then the gloom of the upper
hallway was partially dispelled by the ■
o: cnlng of a door nnd Maggie was seen
descenilng the stairs with a pitcher In
her hand. By the time she reached (
the hail where her two neighbors had
been discussing her and her affairs so ,
freely there was no one visible. She
filled her pitcher at the household hy
drant and sped swiftly up the stairway (
■gain
Once Inside of her own apartment she
fell to work with restless energy. There
was still three or four hours ahead of
her before her husband was likely to
return.
She wished he might "make a night of
it somewhere.” He had done so before. It
w -uld not b* pleasant telling him al i-it
the baby She moved about tidying the
room Intn more than usual neatness. If
he cam* home, all -tght; h« might notice
her efforts and show himself pleased; not
that she cared very much. Things had (
gon* "so dreadful crooked” of late; It ,
seem-d hopeless to ever again try to
straighter, "hem. <
She tnad, pitiful efforts to placate his |
drunken wrath, sometimes by preparing ,
the f> «ei he lik>-<1 best; at others she gave
full v« nt t<» the Mtter resentment that his ,
conduct arouswd. and then they ha»i those ,
tirvadful "beraMf* that her neighbors ,
beard through the telltale airshaft.
"It ain't decent," she said. ”the way
Jim and me goes on. If the child had
grown up he-e with us It would have |
turned out a reg'lar bad one. Now It
can't. It Just can't."
She pr ■ i li< r h it. hard h>nda over
her swollen eyes. She had wept many
and bitter tears that day. She was con
scious of growing nervousness aw the time
approached for Jim’s home-coming. If
only she did not have to tell him!
"He never cared for the baby. He hated
It. He oughtn't to be worry to know It’s
ne— but oh! the unreasonableness of a
drunken man. You don't know what he’ll
want or what he don't want.”
As the short Februarv day closed In she
drew down all the slia>lew and lighted the
freshly eb-an-wl and trimmed lamp. Th«-re
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remedy to cure tne worst cases. Because
others have failed is no reason for not now
receiving a cure. Send at once for a treatise
and a Free Bottle of my infallible remedy.
Give Express and Post Oriice.
Praf W.II.PEEKE. F.D.. 4 Cedar SL» NX
was a pervasive odor df fried liver and I
bacon In the flat. She had taken especial I
pains with his dinner that evening.
Maybe he wouldn’t ask about the baby i
at all that night. He might take it for 1
granted it was asleep In Its soap-box era- ■
.lie behind the bed. She stooped to one
last pitiful subterfuge; she flung her black
cape over the empty cradle In a suggestive
manner.
At last who heard his heavy, irregular I
step upon the stairway. Once upon a time
Jims footfall had been enough to s*nd I
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her smiling to met Um nt the door. It 1
His hard to mid. rstan.l how things had
come to R*-t so crooked between them,
Maybe it was her fault.
One frightened rI ice at h’s face as ho
opened the door and she breathed more
freely. He ‘was not "v< rv far gone" and •
he lodc.d to be in a tol’rable good hu- I
mor.'
Wo.eirow n . lded at It s girl wife surlily
and then glanced at the table ee- for
dlnn< r.
"I’m ready for whatever you've g t to
give me except Jaw.”
He st ited himse.f at once In »i < p’ac* at
t - * I .■ ■ ■ . ■ '
him with fluttering hast. . Slv in ;>e l hr
would eat and go out again. N.»w ;h - t
confession was imminent h< r tongue
cleaved to her mout'h. She took her la -■
opposite him at table anil poured ■> it
coffee. The hand that held the < oil••• p< t
trembled so that a large portion of thu
cloudy liquid fe|l upon the tu bit .doth.
Woodrow had come home with a sStme
faced consciousness upon him. lie had
Iteen a brute to “the kid.” but he would i
"make up with it after supper.”
He bad brought home with him a peace
offering. He would put the lltt e red shoes
on the baby's feet after supper, and Mag
g •
too.
He did not notice the trembling of her
hands. He had scarcely look*d at her
since he came In. He had enough of man
left In him to be ash:tm« d of wh it h* had ■
done the night before. But he would
make It all right presently.
He ate his dinner silently and swiftly.
To Magpie his evident haste was terri
fying. If only It meant that he wan'ed
to go out again! Very few words ;a.-s- I
between them during 'ho progress < f lhe
meal Ha h h»art wa-s !uli f,,r v-m
--m*tnpla<*e talk to be possible. She Fpok*.-
for the first time when he laid down his
knife anti fork and pushed his chair ba» k
from the table.
"1 put some more Durham in your «o
bwc.. Jar and tilled the matchbox.”
He flung a surly “thank you” at her as
ahe began gathering up the dishes and
walked toward the mantelpiece, where the |
jar of Durham stood.
Wien Maggie camo bock from the
kitchen for a fresh supply of dishes h.s
I ipe was lighted and he was fumbling
at the strings of a yellow parcel. He
lifted h!« heavy eyes to her face.
•XX hat makes the kid s- quiet tonight?
I'd like her to wake up.”
j|;ifsi>'s heart gave a great bound and
then s.emed t< s' ck last In her throat.
She glam—J wildly In 'he direction of
the rude cradle beuilld the !»-d.
"I wouldn't pester her tonight, Jim, If
I I was you. B- .ter let her alone."
“I ain't going to pester her I've got
romXhiiig lor her. Something aiie'll
• like.”
“Det It wait till morning-whatever
you ve got can wait.”
She flung the words from her without
her bands full of <rackety. S te Would
Ria ny tie' • r /ve , oi.e <• < . to him
again. But th te was no exit from the
aparim* nt excepting through the room
in which Wwo.lrow stood, still fumbling
with the knotted string about the parcel.
It pr> vtd refractory. Ho took his pocket
knife and cut the knots he could not
loosen otherwise. Maggie's loitering in
the kitchen inft-intd him to'th? pitch of
irritation. Where was the use of a fel
low's trying to make up with a woman
In the sulks?
THE WEEKLY CONSTITUTION: ATLANTA, GA. MONDAY, JANUARY 15, 1900.
"I say, you, there, Mag! Are you going
to spend the night in the kitchen?”
"I'm washing up the dishes."
The defiance in her voice was assumed
to hide Its <rtmulousness.
"The < ishes can wait. I want you in
here. I'Ve got something to show you.”
Where was the good of dodging? She’d
got to tell him, and she might as wi ll do
It one time as another.
She came to this conclfslon In a second.
She sullenly wiped her hands on the
cup towel and went back into tho living
r« 'tn. Wi 'd -'W dangled a pair of tiny I
red nn t • - I rlioes l> tore her eyes when
"I’ve f« t< heil tl. a for the 11 le one.
W.d:e !• ■ ip ami let's tr . icm "tl. They
are nd m:d t-’iey l! j.i.a- her."
'Siu limit ’tv d them. Let tor al me, |
Jim."
"J. t l.er aline! Blame ft. I ain’t going
to l.r.t in r. lie lx'ii sorry all day fori
v ii.i i <"<i lin t night. 1 want to make
up wit h li< r.*'
"I ;’s too late”
bi.e i. ..I . ■ ipped • a the other side of the
square dining table when site came lia'k
to lie- room. Siie loaned upon it heavily:
now. with both na: d.. Her eyes, wide witii I
terror, •.••ere n: ’• -d to the dark fa e before
tin- mantelpiece.
Woodrow slid swung the little red shoe
I" tueir over onv Ing linger <>t ins
left hand, in ins right lie held ins poeket
kniie, v.hieii la< mechanically opened ami
s-hut for a moment ot .igitated silence.
IX lien in- spoke iiis voice w .is husky.
"You d 'li t mean 1 iiurt hi-r seriously.” I
“No. bhe’ll get over that."
"Hile won't ever have anything more
like that to get over. Just wake Iler up,
w.ll you, Mag?"
Maggn, took a firm grip upon the edge ot
tlie lai'.'-.
"blie ain’t here to wake up."
"Ain’l here? Hee here! I'm tired of this '
driveling. What do you mean?"
Do strode lo the cradle and flinging
aside the worn black cape revealed its I
empttness'. A howl of rage rolled in a |
harsh volume of sound from his big ;
throat. He turned an awtul face upon the
treinbiing girl on tlie other side ot the
ta -:e.
"Yo.i little devil, you! What have you I
done with the child?"
"1 Vo put her wliero it will never be In
your power to strike her another blow.’
I’ve out her where she will be treated at
least as well as a dog and I’m glad 1 don’t ;
know the name of the folks I've given
her to." _
"Given her to? Woman, do you suppose '
you . an give my child away like she was
With Years
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bad its origin away down in Maine, which
ptoees that with age comes wisdom about
JoHH Sv l&ment
An old lady called nt a store ami asked for
i a bottle of Johnson's Anodyne Liniment;
I the clerk said "they were out. but could sup
ply her with another as good.” The
engaging smile that accompanied this iu
| formation was frozen stiff when she replied:
Young Man, there is only one
Liniment, and that is Johnson’s.
Originated in IHIO bv an old Family Physician. .
There Is not a remi ifv In use which has the con
fidence of the pul'll.■ to a , renter extent. Could
a remedy have e-rlstcd for nearly a ccntiirr,ex
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an old shoe and me never know who to?
Where have you left the child?"
"With a rich lady”
"Her name?"
■•I don't know it.
“Her name? Don’t fool with me, Mag
gie. I might hurt yon. I’m getting ugly.
Where does she live?"
Ills voice had sunk ominously. The most
eager listener across the airshaft could
not have eaught a word. His heavy
brows were drawn together in one dark
line. His glittering eyes were fixed dan-
porously on the pallid face of his wife.
She tr> mbb d visibly Iler dry lips form
ed the words of h< r Whispered answer
with difficult''.
"I li. ii'i k-i. w her name. I don’t know
wl:i.|.. sl|.‘ I ves. I'm telling the truth.
Jim."
S e could e the gleaming knife blade
. in her hii ; -
b.imi's sinewy hand.
"You <1 n k:u« her name? Well,
y.. <! bit.<i tii..; il out. I'll Rive you
ii- ■ He.- to me. Not a second
ov. r it "
'I don't know it. really Jim. I<ct me
fell you how it was. Jim!”
It wis a cry of terr He had made
a slip, .ilrr.i a leap, toward her. His
1 ■'t i.meh in i ja .-Red holo in the car
le I !«•• fell heivilv forward w.1’.l the
>!• rp - • pened in his hand. He f 11
to. downward. He uttered no sound.
A dark, hid- ms spurt of blood sprang
from a >< v, I jugular vein. He lay
quite '•till.
.Maggie st frozen with the horror
of it all for what seemed to her an age.
Then she sprang toward the prostrate
for. It c.mld rot be death! She had
never fact d it tn any shape b> fore. She
knelt by tin still form. She touched
him with sli vcriiiß hands. She whisper
ed pleading words in his ears. No more
danger of violence from him; no more
hop- of ever straightening out things
that “had gut all crooked."
A tiow t> r tor crept into the poor. Ig
norant child's t rn soul.
folks would say she had killed Jim.
The people in tile house knew about
that quarrel last night; Who would be
lieve In r if sb.- told the truth about his
failing upon ids own open knife?
Her dress was all blood-stained where
she had knelt by his side begging him
to speak to her. She tore it off with
shuddering b. . to. letting it drop upon
the floor near the dead man.
Slw i* in o her best gown, the green
sorgo she kept for Sunday. Her teeth
were chattel ng as if with cold. It was
horr bi** to le alone with Jim that way.
Sho dragged the spread from the bed
and flung i over the huge bulk which
almost tilled the little room. It look'd
ghastlier than ever under Its white pall.
She could have screamed aloud for help.
One thought kept her dumb.
Nobody w mid believe her. They would
come if she called —-arrest her -perhaps
hang het !
The gray of another day whs stream
ing the easiorn sky when site softly open
ed and elo . d the door to her flat. She
left the latch up so that “folks could get
In.” She sole swiftly down the steen,
dirty st. -| . The black cape was wrap
ped about her shoulders. The shabby
bonnet was on her head.
CHAPTER VIII.
THH BABY'S NEW HOME.
The tore of Hsi laordship's triumph had
.become an oft-told tale. Things that hap
pened a month ago are ancient history to
tin dwellers of tlotham. Mrs. Desbrow
con 1.1 have entertained hi r callers with
a much choicer and newer bit of gossip
if sh • bad seen lit. She did not see tit.
For two mm ths now in the upper floor of
her handsome lu use on the avenue the
baby so s-trangely thrust upon her had
led an ideally happy life. With a pretty
white-capped Swedish maid for attendant
and His Hardship for companion it bask
ed in the sunshine of a most unexpected
goitd fortune.
In the hour of Its first appearance Mr.
In-sbrow had been In favor of driving
straight from the garden to a police sta
tion and handing the child over to the
proper authorities. Mrs. Desbrow had
opposed him with unusual firmness. As
a rule they hail agreed upon their plans
with singular unanimity; that is to say.
Mrs. Desbrow would formulate the
plan and Mr. Desbrow would agree to it.
On this occasion he had gone so far as
to reach out his hand for the checkstring.
Mrs. Desbrow had reached out hers and
cheeked him.
“We will do nothing of the sort, dear:
we will drive straight home and talk mat
ters over there. I am jiot going to be
questioned l>y any horrid jHillceman. Then,
tco. they would take the poor little baby
right away off to a foundling hospital.’’
“Os course. There’s where it belongs.
Doesn’t it?”
“I wish you could have seen that poor
girl's eyes. Willie, as I saw them when
she slid: ‘Some dogs have better times
than some humans.’
“Yes—of course—l don't doubt the lady
was quite correct theoretically, but we
can’t put matters right for the unfortun
ate humans.”
A cheerful Interruption had come at
that juncture from under the laprobe.
A ripple of btby jollity. Mrs. Desbrow
lifted one corner of the robe to peep un
der it.
“Oh, Willie, it is laughing." she said
ecstatically. *
Mr. Desbrow's aristocratic lip curled.
“1 suppose tenement house children do
laugh on occasion."
“And it lias such a lovely dimple when
it laughs. Do look."
"1 am satisfied to take your word for It.”
Ilis Lordship growled Jealously and
made as it’ lie would take violent posses
sion of his usutped basket. Mr. Dcsbrow
pulled one of his long silken ears and
Laughed lazily.
"Your Lordship has a rival. You may
ns well learn to submit with a good
grace.”
“Now. Willie" - tile laprobe feil back
over tlie basket and Mrs. Deslirow turned
sweet. plc'K’ ng • v. s on her subjugated
mate-“be amiable about it, please. Os
course. I have no <| sire in the world
to keep tlie child forever, and nobody
could Jake liis Lordship's place in my af
tei lions, lui: | know that poor girl never
meant to give her I'.etty baby up entir iv.
I think she g< : fr'gfrtened when she had
put it in the basket and then when the
hors<s plunged so <|> . had to jump back,
and a together she was carried on with
the crowd."
•'I course - ie wi' find out .vhere we
live and come for her bacy. It we should
hand it over to the police she would get
into all sorts of trouble and. poor ehdd.
she looked a tuo-t wi <| wi.a tnisery as if
was.”
"I.ten you ire going to keep the ’itt’e
nuisatt'e?” itcshiow scowled at the
l tl«r<, e very nun h as if he might have
done if it roti'Tilt <| a young al l-ator.
”N<>. I am not going to kc< ;> it torever;
only jt st until a•• .an find the mother
and tiun I in going to l«e her friend. An
other th.ng, dear, liiat sounded s-, pitiful
was t mt she guessf.'l there .vis all sorts
of liungi r In the world."
”1 less. Some pet,pie hunger for
bread; otle rs for p uni pudding."
"I i n’t thin!: sli > meant broad or plum
pudding either. I think she meant kind
ness, .sympathy, affection.”
”< >h. by Jove, it's plain the gir! has
striiei: your emotional v< in. Was sh • vciy
hands' me?"
"No a- er—hut she ought to have
been."
"Every woman ought to be. She owes ii
to the w. :• d t > lie. An eg y woman is a
blot upii; civiiizati 'n. If she ought to
have lieeii, why wasn't she?’
"I’e: ;ie:-e her love y hair looked a' ! if
she iev r had time to care for it tiro.ie iv.
And her .x. - luried n erli liol ow. 4 'i n
<dii elts. And tlic turners of her trout 1
Ii oi those 'ml. liittcr down ward cuives
I it eotlH' into loiply. sail lives.''
’1 i t. wa- S'- ii .1 sweetly S' , ex
]>. don ,n ler own lovely eyes hit
mo. king a rds died on her husband's
'.ip-. She went cn impetuously:
"Wiii e. ton and 1 have never known
a moment of hardship. Your f t'.it-r ieft
yeti nniit' y and mine left me more than
plenty. We think we have done our en
tire duty y the poor when we cotitrio
uie litieralij to the different cha<u;te<j. We
d'-n’t do ar.j tiling for thvir individual hap-
"Yes. n.y darling, but what in the duce
do you want me to do? Go down Into the
slums myself and smoke with the gen
tlemen toughs byway of exalting them
soe: illy?'
“Now you are talking like the dear de
"ghtful old goose you are. I lout' want
you to do anything at all; I just wain you
to let m" alone. That Is, I want vou not
to eompiain of my keeping that little clrlil
for the few .1 iys that it will t ike you to
find tlic mot 'f. Such a pitifully young
child-rnot tier as she was!'
“'"tike me .0 tind her?”
“Ye-, you <■ ,n put 1 detective to wo’k.
He can find her tea ii y enougti!”
"ilow tit’i I to di scribe her’."’
“As a girl certainly not over sixteen
years old. with el. ar. pitlid eomi lexion
and a sn till, straight nose with immense
id gray eyes, shaded by ttnus it.lly ions,
dark'lashes, witii a perfect m i-s of •, 1-
dish brown hair, inclined to curl about
tlie temples.”
“You saw lots in the few moments of
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your interview. Sounds like a novel he: o- !
ine description.”
Mrs. Desbrow laughed.
“It doesn’t take a woman long to see (
the good points in another woman's face.
1 told you she ought to have been beau
tiful." . |
Tnen the horses came to a stop ano
Mrs. Desorow deseemied with liis Doru
ship under her arm and Brisbane io»-
iowed with the basket and the baby.
His eyes had reeled with amazement
upon the new incumbent tor the frac
tion of a second. Tnen he lifted me bas
ket and followed his master and mistress
up the brownstone steps as if little sur
prises of 'that sort were a part of me
daily existence of every groom who serv
ed in the best circles.
in spite 01 his accurate description anil
I the otter of a very liberal reward, Mr.
I Desbrow's detective failed to produce the
I mother of the baby who was living
mrjugh the days in tlie sunat nurserv
I upstairs, placidiy indifterent to wnat me
morrow might wring forth.
Air. Desbrow was waxing quite con
' tempt'uous ot' the detective s anility to
j detect and the detective w’as waxing
i wrotn with the reu-naired g-ri wno was
' keeping him out 01 ms rewaid so success
-1 lully. The baby mat had given all mis
, trouole Itivoiunmruy was grow.ng raner
i and prettier every nay aau ins ..orusii'P
1 had almost completely transieried ms a»-
i lections from ins patrician mistress to nis
1 piebian playmate.
"it is great tun to see them rotnp to
-1 g'-tner, uear, .virs. Desorow said one day
; at the dinner tabie. "pome evening you
realiy must go upstairs to look al ttiem
rolling over each oilier on tlie white wear 1
rug.”
r.ut Mr. Desbrqw was quite willing t" .
take tlie eiicnaumints of tlie nursery at
second-hand.
: rue ivuomiig day he made a point of |
1 sunimon.iiK tne detective to nis oim-e by
i te.epnoiie and ottered to uouole me re
ward.
■ 11 you were to treble it 1 couldn't
’ earn it,” the man answered ruetuuy,
| "and 1 m not counted among tne loom
L on me lorce, either. 1 in incaned to tinna
it must nave been Jim Woodrow's wile.'
■'Who was Jim Woodrow'.'"
1 “A man who was kn.ed by his wife two
monttis gone now and me whoie lorce ol
1 ixew toiK city s pome ain’t been able to [
spot her yet."
' Great neaven! A murderess?"
"GooKs like it. You ii iind all about It !
there,” rtie otiicer laid a week-old paper I
on tne desk betore nis patron. "1 wouiu i
nave oetti up wnn it before, but I’ve been
wasting tunc over cold trans tor tlie last
tew days, if anything turns up you'll
near iruin me. Ami it you uon’t hear from
me you 11 know I've got nothing to re- ;
port."
•ur. Desbrow did not hear his closing
I remarks, mid not hear niin go out. He hau •
; unto.tieu the paper and was reading the
ghastly story of Woodrow’s lite and
’ ucath It was all there.
I now me. man, two years before, had
married a pretty simp girl. Margaret
I Hiiiier by name, who clerked in the same
' store he was noor walker for; how. soon
after his marriag • his employers dis ov
‘ ere I he was engaging in a regular system
of |H-eulation ami dismissed i.'.m; how the
man’s loss of reputation and work re
; suite! in his complete moral downfall;
1 how tilings had gone from bad to worse
with him at about noon on a
■ certain day nearly two months ago he
i had been found dead on the floor of his
1 sitting room, everything pointing to his
i wife as the mur.ierer; how her biood-
! stained dress had been found near tile ,
dead man; how the neighbors only two.
I nights before had heard her wish that
he was dead because hr had stru k her
child; how. on the morning of tlie mur
der. tlie woman had teen seen to leave
tile house witii the child and return with
out it; how, since tlie killing It had been
utterly impossible Io get the si.ghtest
< lew to her whereabouts, although the
1 ntire city force had been at work on the
eas. without resting. *
The gory recital wound up with an ic- :
I curate description of the man’s size,
i weight ami general appearance, also ot
the woman. The two cuts added a touch
. f tlie -ensational to the account. They
were pictures taken from photographs
( >f Woodrow and his wife, found by the
police when searching - he flat for a trail.
Mr Desbrow carried the paper home
wit I him that night. It w.is not a pleas
ant thing to d'>. but after dinner ho
’ would read it to his wife, and then some
i linal disposition must be made of the
child- .-
11.. carried out his programme accura e
i iv waiting until they had left the din
ing room for the cheerful brightness ot
•he library where it was Mrs Des brow s
1 practice to 1" st her pretty slippered feet j
, on die low brass fender before th'- open .
! tire Willie he "posted her" on the news
1 of the day.
Siie listen.-d intently to the story of the
. tragedy. Then she held out
• her hand for the paper. She was very
pile it was a sliocklng novelty in her
■ experience to have to take a personal in
•erest in t possible murderess. She
looked at tlie wood cut of the suspected
woman witii startled eyes.
"Y. that’s rhe very same girl. Oh,
Willie.’ isnT it dreadful?” .
"My dear Alice, such things are hap
' pening every day about ua It angers
! me though.' that this tragedy In low life
! should have been forced upon your atten
tion.”
S i** did not answer him Sh" wa« r* a«i
hi ” a certain paragraph in ghastly
-turv When she hmked up some of the
horror had faded out of her face She
' extended tlie paper to her husband with
one delicate finger pointing,<o the para
graph she had just re-read.
‘ Husband, that girl never did this deed
ilow can anv one think tt possible. He
i< des ribed as almost a giant. She wa<
a .slend r. childlike creature that a boy
of len could have overcome. He came to
his death bv the severing of a vein Is
it i’Jioiv this big. strong man would let
a grl cut ids throat? She never did it.
Poor 'ittle frightened wretch, of course,
she r: n."
Mr. Dcsbrow crumpled the paper up and
flung it into tlie open fire. Its presence
in his homo was defilement.
”Mv sweet wife, we will not discuss the
legal points, nor the moral probabilities
of this case. We are only interested in
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' getting the child of these wretches out o.
1 our house."
Mr®. Desbrow left her low easy chc -
and drawing a hassock close to her hus
‘ band, folded her hands upon his kne<
looking in* at him with a look that a.-
wavs vanished him.
"No. dear, more than ever that litt.u
forlorn child needs the shelter we •an
afford her. Iler mother never did this
thing. Wilson. Time will prove tha
Perhaps she will come here some day, or
some night, to get her baby. Not flndmg
it. she might go from nad to worse. Hucii
a great big home js we have. Willie, and
I just you and 1 to fill it.’’
"It’s not to be made into a reformatory
for all that, rest assured, my love."
I "No. 1 don’t want to make It into a re-
■ formatory. 1 jus»t want to shelter one
I tiny, little, innocent child that never did
a wrong thing or had an evil thought in
all its life. 1 would feel like a criminal
myself. Willie, if 1 turned that child ov> r
Ito the foundling people. Then she could
i never sen it again.”
I “Why not? 1 don’t see that.”
•‘She would be afraid to reclaim it at
any hands but my own. It would lead t •
her detection and arrest. Whether she
did this 'thing or not she knows that she
is a suspect. Think of her wretchedness.
Willie, a wandering, homeless, iiranded
woman so young, so pitifully young, so
frienuless’ •
And then his wife did what In all their
ten years of happy wedded life he had
never seen her do. She dropped her head
upon the hands that were clasped on ids
knee and broke into hysterical sobs. Do
lifted her wet face in both his hands
and looked tit her in alarm.
"Alice. Alice, my darling, you must be
ill."
"No. not ill, not ill at all. \\ Hile, only
you have no idea how that girl's face
haunts me. Such a sad, sad lace. Su ii
i iieart hunger in it. But nothing vlciou- ■
i nothing low! Absurd to think she would
kill. We will keep her little child—uniii
untll—
"Until what, my dear?”
’’Until she conies for it.’’
"She may never come.”
“Then we shall never send it away
You need not even see it, if you don't
want to. dear. But 1 think, yes, 1 am quite
; sure. Willie, 1 should like to train som—
■ thing higher in the intellectual scale than
a dog.”
She had dried her eyes and moppr-d h< :
I little delicate nose on a bit of belai'-a
cambric. Her husband adored her. We»p
--! ing or smiling she was altogether lov>
in nis eyes. lie kissed her now on 'the
cheek that was nearest to him.
"I foresee the downfall of His Lord
ship.”
' No. His Lordship will be just where 1-
always was. We will keep the child, won t
we, Willie?”
Her arms were about his neck. Th re
was but one answer possible.
"Whatever will make you happiest, n:
love.”
it was quite half an hour later wi
Mrs. Desbrow, with a quaint pucker g
1 of her pretty brows, said.
; “We must give it a name, Willie, v
can t go va calling it ’tlie baby" or
child* forever."
"Names are convenient on occas. I
give my preference to inherited ci-s,
however.”
"You suggest a nice name,” she s.. i
coaxingly.
Mr. Desbrow looked reflectlx-ely a:
fire for a second. His wife watched 1 i
. anxiously. In view of the baby's ex. <■
ing prettiness she hoped he would
gest something very nice, indeed.
“In consideration of all the clr.un.
stances,” he presently said, with extreme
' gravity. ”1 can think of nothing more ap
propriate than Diana of the Tower.
"<>b, Willie, for all the world Kke a
cat.”
l*iana Is a very dignified name."
“And ’Miss Towers’ wouldn’t sound very
odd,” she assented cheerfully after pan
dering a
"Not half bad,” said her husband, to
tally registering a vow that "Diana
I the Tower” should be eliminated fr r
his household gods long before any -
I name should be called into requisitio
"Then that is settled," said Mrs. L>. •
brow, with the laugh of a happy ch ...
(To Be Continued.!
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