Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 17, 1916, Page 7

THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, JULY 17, Twelfth Installment. The young Indian chief who had ound the girl Gloria, a tattered runa- ay, lost in the everglade, and/ had tried to marry her, had been the cause f her falling in love with Dick Fren- “eau. After five years the Indian was b still only a poor Seminole selling his wares to Palm Beach visitors. But Gloria had loved and lost, had been the unwitting object of Freneau's in- trigues and the helpless witness of this murder. Now the chief had attacked the only foundation of her trust in Freneau. The Indian had laughed at Gloria’s story of the courage of Freneau and had given the credit for the battle to Doctor Royce. The young chief was in danger of unconsciously de- stroying the romance he had uncon- sciously begun. Doctor Royce had disclaimed credit, and Gloria had been ; overcome with remorse at suspecting i Freneau. Still, the suspicion rested there, It ept flitting back to mock her when- ever she tried to resume her quest. b, What difference did it make who [, killed Freneau if he had been dog enough to take a young girl's grati- tude and adoration and praise for bravery when he had been a poltroon? She was worn out with alternating between upbraiding Freneau and her- b self for turning against him on the word of an Indian. She could not find Frank Mulry, and she did not care much whether he had gone back to New York or not. She loitered about Palm Beach and responded to none of her father’s ap- peals or her doctor’s efforts to bright- en her eyes. She went back to New York at length. Of evenings she re- fused to go out. She sat while her father played solitaire. She played 4 cards with him once or twice, but she was so absent-minded that he pre- fered to play alone or occasionally with Judge Freeman, a kind of rela- tion—that is, he was the father of Gloria’s brother David's wife, Lois. One evening while the two old men %, were playing Doctor Royce dropped in. He found Gloria in a deeper lethargy than usual. He cudgelled his ft brains to think up something to in- erest her, but without success until he judge rose and said: “T hate to quit when I am winning, Pierpont, hu&’m overdue at the night court. I mustn’t keep the criminals up late.” “That's it,” muttered Royce. “That's what?” Pierpont inquired. Royce, startled from his reverie, | apologized. ) “I think Gloria needs diversion of some unusual sort, Mr, Stafford. Now, while T would not call Judge Free- man’s deciffons a diversion, exactly, I do think that his night court would be interesting enough to compel Gloria's thoughts.” “The very thing,” said Pierpont. “It will appeal to her heart, and possibly she will try to mother some of your ' black sheep, if you'll let her, judge. ¢ Will you take us?” | “Of course; glad enough to have you,” answered Freeman. \ Gloria received the | languidly, but consented to be taken 1 along. When they arrived at the y courthouse they entered Judge Free- man's room. He donned his judicial robe and they followed him to the bench, where chairs were placed for them on either side of him. Every- body in the court room rose as the judge entered and then sat down with him to the banquet of justice. Gloria sat at his left, and frequently he leaned toward her, explaining a case or answering a question. She became at once another Gloria, vividly alive and interested in the human documents spread before her. Sometimes the row of faces seemed like her childish memories of the chambers of horrors in Mme. Tus- sard’s waxworks; then again the no- bility of some countenance would completely bewilder her when the judge told her that it belonged to the worst conffidence man in New York or to a professional beggar who would certainly refuse any offer of real work, however real the remuneration. Gloria was constantly amazed at the judge's insight into human nature and his general fairness and discrim- ination. A ferocious Irishwoman of huge proportions begged prdtection of the court from a much battered and meek ) little husband whose head bore, proposition among other decorations, the outline of the familiar flatiron. His face was almost lost in the wilderness of bandages and adhesive plasters. His legs were a complete wreck and he clung to the officer’s arm for support. The judge motioned the policeman to take the stand. As he did so the little man tried to follow him. He was restrained and upheld by another officer, who protected him from the threatening uppercut of the woman. The policeman on the stand took the oath and tried to conceal his grin as he explained: “Your honor, the lady had me ar- rest her husband for assault and bat- tery.” The spectators shook with laugh- tetr. Even the solemn Gloria had to smother her snickers. The judge pounded on his desk for order. The court officers silenced the spectators. The Judge motioned the woman to the stand. The policeman stepped down. The injured innocent began to talk on her wa~ to the chair. She was interrupted to take the oath, and ; threatened the clerk, took the oath ‘ with indifference, and began at once to harangue the jucge about the wick- edness and brutality of her husband: “His croolty is somethin’ ahful. I deman’ protection for the poor, wake woman I am.” The judge tried to quiet her She reached out her hand imploring lelp. Seeing Gloria, she appealed to her. Gloria recoiled in terror. It took two policemen to get the woman from the witness stand, but it would have taken a hundred to silence her. Next the timid little husband was put on the stand. He told his story briefly, and the judge sentenced him briefly to “thirty days on the island for rest and recuperation.” He received from the little man a smile of beautific grat- itude; then he turned with an unmis- takable glare of triumph on the wife of his bosom and marched safely past her under the slelter of the police Next on the docket was a sad-eyed =l | GOH © EIE=— THE JUDGE WAS AMAZED WHEN HE SAW HOW SERIOUS GLORIA WAS. and timid Hungarian waiter. As he entered from the detention cell with the officers an agent of the Gerry so- ciety came from among the spectators leading a ragged little boy, 7 or 8 years of age. The waiter and the, boy, father and son, flew to each other's arms. Then the waiter, casting one heart-broken glance at the boy, turned to the judge and poured forth his story. His name was Casinur; his son was Stas. He was out of work, with a sick wife, living in a miserable room. An ambulance had taken his wife to a hospital and then the law had taken his child away because he was unable to give it proper care. He had fought to keep t y and had resisted an officer. Gloria listened tensely while tears of sympathy gathered in her eyes. To her the man's story was finished. The judge shook his head sadly. He was owerless to restore the child to his ?ather, and he was about to sign the paper committing him to the chil- dren’s society when Gloria rose from her chair and commanded a halt in the proceedings. The court was thunderstruck as she turned to the judge, cr{ing: “Give me the boy! I'll take care of him, and I'll get employment for his father.” The judge was amazed, but when he saw how serious Gloria was he mur- mured to Pierpont: “The child will be a toy for her. Let her have him.” Pierpont groaned, and the judge nodded his consent, if not his ap- proval. The judge conferred with Gloria, and she took a card from her card case and underlined her address. The judge gave it to the father and said, “Tomorrow.” The father bowed and scraped to Gloria and, pushing the boy’s head, made him bow, too. They go out at the gate together, so sure of protection henceforth that Gloria, the author of their contentment, sat back, proud and comfortable as a purring kitten. She forgot her pride in the abrupt entrance of the man she had pursued in vain for weeks. It was Frank Mulry. An officer brought him for- ward, He had been arrested for speeding. He was indignant, Gloria crouched behind the judge's desk, so that Mulry could not see her while he explained: “I was going only eight miles an hour” The policeman laughed aloud with scorn and indi- cated that the speed was nearer eighty. Gloria tugged at the judge’s robe. He bent down to hear her whisper: “That's the man 1've been chasing for weeks. Put him on ice till I can get at him.” Judge Freeman nodded and ordered Mulry sent back to the cell, Mulry pulled out a roll of money and looked inquiringly at the judge, but he shogk his head in denial. Mulry was led away, crestfallen and dis- gusted. Dragged back to the deten- tion room, he tried to bribe the police- man. This unheard-of insult was re- jected and Mulry was thrown into a corner, while the policeman looked on the next candidate for Judge Free- man's consideration. The officer called to a prisoner who had slumped on a bench with his back to the others. He did not answer, The policeman went to him and tap- ped him on the shoulder. The man turned suddenly in fright. He re- gained some composure as the police- man smiled at him. He smiled back craftily. Gloria and Royce were whispering and laughting together over Mulry’s wrath, They did not see the new prisoner brought in. When he came to the bar the officer spoke as he handed up the complaint. The judge nodded wearily and said, “Plain drunk. First offense. Discharged.” At the sound of the judge’s voice Gloria looked up. Her casual smile changed slowly to wonder, incredulity, conviction, wild excitement. She sprang to her feet, pointing at the man and trying to cry out. %he toppled and swooned as Dr. Royce leaped to catch her, The prisoner gaped in amazement and started to leave, but a policeman checked him. Royce carried Gloria out of the room, followed by Pierpont and the judge. Royce deposited Gloria on a divan and, putting a cushion under her feet, ran to fetch a glass of water from the ice water stand. He sprin- kled her face lightly. The judge and Pierpont murmured tozether in be- wilderment. Gloria returned gradu- lally to consciousness, looked about, still dazed and wondering. At length she saw the judge, lifted herself to her feet, and, finally gaining her voice, pointed to the door, crying, “That man —that man is the murderer! I saw | him when he killed my Dick.” She fairly assailed the judge to drive him' back ‘to the court room, crying, “Quick! Quick! Stop him!” The judge walked out more slowly than Gloria wished. Gloria started to follow. Pierpont restrained her. Royce tried to quiet her. The crowd in the court room was still in a flurry of excitement when the court officer called for order. The tramp was greatly alarmed. He strug- igled with the policeman. The judge entered and paused with one foot on the step. He stared at the tramp, then back at the door, hesitated, set his jaws in stern resolution, motioned to the officer, and said, “Release him.” The policeman holding the tramp let him go. He threw a glance over his shoulder at the judge, then hurried through the gate and through the crowd and out. The judge waited a moment, pondering deeply. An officer brought to the bar two fierce looking desperadoes. The judge motioned them to wait and left the court room, pausing at the door to control himself. 1 ‘When Gloria saw the judge return-| ing she ran to him demanding, “Is he there. Is he a prisoner?” The judge shook his head and mum- bled, “He had gone when I got there.” Gloria flew into a fury and com- mand, “Then send some one after him.” The judge shrugged his shoul- ders, nodded, and went slowly back to the court room. The outside steps of the court were lighted by street lamps and the court lamps. Various people were loitering outside the court room or going up or down the stairs when the tramp came down, forcing his way through the crowd. He ran into a policeman standing there. The police- man gave him a shove and he hurried away. Back in the retiring room Gloria thought hard a moment, then made up her mind, and darted for the door to the street. Pierpont checked her. “Where are you going?” Gloria answered, 4To! find that man.” She tore the door open and rushed through. Royce seized his overcoat and dashed after her. Down the pri- vate stairs to the judge’s room ran Gloria, followed a moment later by Royce. Reaching the street, Gloria stared up and down, wildly searching the crowd, She was frantic to see the tramp. She turned to Royce, ques- tioning him suspiciously, “The judge let him go. yi’ | Royce shrugged his shoulders and | tried to dismsis the riddle. Gloria rounded on him with sudden | doubt. “And you told me it was all | a delirium. Why?” Royce was startled by her tone. He lowered his eyes before her, and then spoke suddenly: “It is too cold for you. I'll get your furs.” He tried to lead her inside. She refused. There seemed nothing for him to do but leave her there and go for her wraps. She stared at the crowd, then on sudden impulse ran down the steps to a policeman standing on the walk. Timidly she tapped him on the arm. “The man who just went by so hur- riedly—he was poorly dressed, had a slouch hat and a beard, did you see which way he went?” she asked. The policeman pointed to the right and Gloria started immediately to run that way. The streets were ill lit and poor, but she hurried on with hardly‘! a glance at her surroundings. To lose | the real murderer now was unthink- | able to her; to have had him there in the very arms of the law, the man whom she had seen actually do her) lover to death, only to have him escape again, drove her into a frenzy. She ran on, peering into dark door- ways and alleys. Judge Freeman, whom she had watched all evening mete out punishment to far lesser | crimes, had actually made no effort | to catch this demon for her. What was the mystery of it all? Why were they all in league to thwart her and t- refuse vengeance on Dick’s slayer? Her brain was whirling, her search- ing eyes ached and burned as they peered vainly ahead for the dread figure of the tramp. So absorbed was Gloria in her pursuit that she gave no thought to the dangers she was exposing herself to, and the dangers were many. It was a bad district, a very hotbed of crime and poverty. The hour was midnight and she was alone—a young and beautiful woman carrying money and jewels, as well| i as her own priceless girlhood, but the | limpetus of her search carried her on | resolutely: !lessly in pursuit, each taking a differ- 1916. By Mr. and Mrs. Rupert Hughes THE TRAMP WAS GREATLY ALARMED. e without a thought for her own reeled as he came on, so that she! safety. was further aroused Doctor Royce and her father had returned with her wraps to the court- house steps only to find her gone, and wild with anxiety, they started reck- liquor. ent direction. By misfortune neither of them was right. | Meanwhile Gloria hastened on. She actually caught a glimpse of the| to danger at thinking him under the influence of She did not know that this toxicated man, down the street as far as she could see, but there were no policemen in| was one of the numerous dodges of | the pickpocket and that she would have been safer with an actually in- She looked up and FREATURING sight, and, hearing steps behind her,, i she turned to seek protection, only to find three men more evil looking {than the oncoming drunkard. | Suddenly the whole world of Gloria Stafford seemed to crumble before | her eyes. Her dreams of vengeance, {hcr hopes of ferreting out the mur- derer, indeed the murder itself became ;unrra! as the immediate danger to her jown person was felt. She longed to | scream for help, but pluckily stayed | quiet, and, backing into the steps of a tenement suddenly, threw the fol- | lowing men into surprise for an in- | stant. | The thing who was crossing toward ‘hcr. however, came on without pause, and, lurching against the iron railing == = e - Gl W By JANE M'LEAN. Margery was a very little girl. She wasn't really old enough to make money and besides that she was lame. Margery had an older sister who worked in a factory and brought home five dollars a week, Margery's big brother made twelve, but he was a man and was going to marry as soon as he reached the fifteen mark. And so Margery sold papers to help out, Of course she didn’t make much, and it was very tiring standing so long in one place, and sometimes it rained, and in spite of the great sb‘nwl that her mother wrapped her in,' it wasn't very pleasant. Now, this might be made into a regular fairy story if Margery, the wonderful heroine, had golden curls and wide blue eyes, and a rich man came along and thought she might home, But as this is a story that might happen to any little girl who is poor and in earnest about making money, it would not be right to make up beautiful adventures that might never happen. You see. Margery wasn't at all prettr; she was too thin, She was small for nine years old, too, and looked hardly more than seven or eight, She had a wizened little face and her eyes seemed unnaturally large. One thin little leg she wore in a brace that the entire family had saved up to buy, and Margery's hair was not 'golden—it was tangly brown. The one feature of her entire face that was really beautiful was her mouth. Margery's mouth was sweet and patient. It looked like a brave cause Margery had suffered a great deal of pain in her short life. other children made fun of her. could never run and play games as they could, and so she had no friends. Every minute that Margery could save from her -work she spent. in reading. She read. anything, even the newspaper, although she hardly understood that. There was a corner that Margery called her very own, where she stood to make her trades. She could call out the different names just like a boy and sometimes she did very well. The picture of a little lame girl standing on the corner selling pa- pers may sound pathetic to read about, but in truth, she was hardly noticed by the great business crowd that swept past every day. She learned not to expect kindly glances and to accept her pennies with the nonchalance of the news- hoy who makes his papers a business and never regards the crowds as pos- sessing hearts. It's harder for a girl to''do this, because a girl is always looking for romance, even the small- est'girl, and when a little girl likes | but she stuck at her be just the girl to adopt and take|, 1little mouth, and it was brave, be-|. Days when she went to school the| She . Her Fighting Spiri ol TRY NOTED STAR, MISS BILLIE BURKE. Copyright, 1916, by Adelaide M. Hughes. to which she clung, snatched the gold bag she carried and fled with sure and steady steps, the other three fol- lowing slowly in apparent oblivion of the theft. With a sigh Gloria sank to a sitting posture on the steps behind her. The loss of a gold mesh bag with its con- tents meant nothing to Gloria 'Staf- ford. The sudden plunge into a whole new world—a world of ma- liciousness and crime; a world where murderers went free and bandits gained their aims unchallenged—ap- palled her. Breathing in little fright- wned gasps, she leaned against the fpiendly railing and tried to reassem- ble her scattered views of life. (To Be Continued.) orke_rs Wko Win The Newsgirl Finds Her Patience Rewarded to read she imagines beautiful things about people that she wishes might come true even if she knows they can't, One night it rained hard and Mare gery leaned stolidly against the brick wall on the windy corner ahd called her papers lustily. The rain drops rolled off the fringe of the shawl and dripped into her eyes and she was a sorry enough little spectacle, ost. Every night at this time an old man stop- R{ed and bought two papers from argery. He was a cross lookin man, and Margery never ventu even a look at him when he took the papers from her. -To-night he was late and Margery had saved the two papers for him. She saw him coming ‘when he was quite a way . ° off, and she took a few steps for-. ward and said timidly: are, sir' The old man stopped and looked at Margery's rain wet face with “T saved them for you. Here they eyes that she could hardly see so: hidden ‘were they under bushy browns, 2 “Didn’t think you'd be out tonight,” he said gruffly, “so I bought my pa- pers from a boy up the ‘street.” . Margery fell back. “Oh,"” she safed, “I'm always here. you were my customer.” “Well, well, your customer, eh, well, so T am, so I'am. Didp't know you noticed people so thar‘) ly, never uch- | saw you look at me. Here's a quar- ter, and we'll call it square, how's that?” Margery's thin little face lit up with a, smile that' transformed her. “0, thank you,” she breated rap- turously, and the man stood, a mo- ment and watched her limp: hurriedly away. - He didnit know that with ten 1 thought ' cents of that precious quarter, Mar-' fery was going to buy a volume of airy tales and think of herself as the ll;lon successful little girl in the world. (The next article in this series will - be called the Telegraph Operator.) 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