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THE SHOT IN
BEGIN HERE TODAY.
The writer of this story, seeking
nocturnal adventure, walks toward
London from Woolwich. He stops
to rest in front of a long, -low house
of interesting _architecture with
front covered with white stucco. Tall
French windows lead into the gar-
den, Li one of the French windows
there burned a light.
A revolver shot is heard. The
writer lifts the latch of the gate and
tiptoes up the walk to peer into the
iight4.-!ci window. He sees a man
seated in a desk chair. He steps
into the roern and tinds the man
dead. A door opening into a dress-
ing-reom is ajar and from that room
comes the sound of sobbing,
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
There was a big armchair covered
with cracklieg chintz, heavily flow-
ered in b:ue. Upon it, or rather upon
her knees on the flour and thrown
face down upon the armehair, lay a
woman, whose shoulders conyiesive-
ly heaved a' she wept. Evidently
site had just in from her bed, for
over her Ilressingegown of green
si:k, unboend eur13- red hair flowed
in heavy waves. I watched her for
a momthWSS
ent. for ere SOE111-7.thillg
j a..,,,...te. Zier arrns
were eutstrezahed a:ress the chair:
tears. I had a quee..-
she were as IF sew:- to
death. Her peet.p. :aee ,reite
arms earae tee et' silk
teeeeet. I wr:!; :es:
her, when. „- .f
bards a rev -r e.atetesi. . .
r _ gssear.:
Ives she gr.., ?eel iirsel -hog
e. eel el, et
: • :y
fern,. e W 1-.4!
E, why. the etwho
h,e1 -zetee raern
Bet -1-,e 7.eurs :et -sir -red •
we!: the :egiee areasieuity•1
?lee r:e. she
egree. end .x,my
1,X :,6f1. serns.reity.
pie ep r hv7, temforting
hand ere!: a sheel•lee thet heaved.
exp....ted her re star up with a
syssain. iett I had forgetten how
mush s'ne must need rhe comfort of
hulaae .entact. for. instead, she
suddenly raised hr head, gripping
my hand. Looking up at me with a
stsined, i•lotcheil face, she mur-
ninred: "F.,r God's sake, don't leave
me." She reseed her eheek against
THE NIGHT
"Now," 1 said, "quick. You've no
time to waste. What happened?"
She seemed to find speech di•fficult,
but she tried: "I can't tell you . . ."
"Oh, nonsense!" I spoke harshly
on purpose. "It's no use trying to
hide. I've just been through that
room and I found your husband, at
least I suppose it's your husband.
. . . Don't begin crying again," I
said angrily, as her mouth opened.,
"It's your only chance. Tell me what
h•appened. You shot him, didn't
"Yes." I caught the whisper. •
"Well Low, what's to be done?"
She was rapidly becoming coni-,
poeed: "There's nothing to be done'
except send for the police."
"I suppose I ought to," I said.
"But I don't want to if I an hello
it. Oh, whatever made you do this?",
She was not listening to me, for
she replied: "Is he dead?"
"Yes, he's dead," I told her, "1,
;looked. But. by the way, you
haven't asked Inc what I'm doing
here," She shrugged her shoulders.
; "Yes. 1aeree with you; it doesn't
matter. 1. was passing outside; I.
heard shot, and I came in:"
"Well, you'd better send for the
police."
-Why ehold I?" I 2ook-;ed at her
service. Mother said he wasn't
the right class for me. They won*.
let me, marry bine He was only gl,
and he wasn't earning much. Oh,
I was had, bad."
She stopped-i..end I said: "How de
you mean, bad?"
"Oh, I ought to have stuck to hien.
I promised him, I told him I'd wait.
But they wanted me to marry • .
I the man I married; Be was rich,
very rich, and we were so poor. Oh,
I ought to have stuck to him, my
boy Dick •. , , but they were tOQ
!krona. for me, I cou:dn't. I was
only 17. Oh, you do understand,
don't you? I couldn't. They were
too strong."
"Yes," I said. "I understand. Cro
on."
"Wel:," she went on, "I mended
him. 1 couldn't help it, Seven years
ago. Ile wasn't unkind to Inc et
first. He said lie loved me, and et
suppose he did. And I tried to love
him, too. I did my best; I swear to
you I did my best. But I couldn't. I
was always thinking of my boy
Dick, far away, and the dreadful let-
ter he wrote me when he heard that
I'd married. Re was right, but it
hurt me dreadful:y, For a year or
two things went well enough. I was
very wretched, but I didn't• show it.
And my husband, he seemed pleased.
But one day, I don't know how, he
found out about Dick. I don't 'see
why he minded. I'd married him;
that ought to have been enough for
him. I was a good wife to him;
s'wear to you I was. But' he got
jealous. Jealous of my poor boy
Dick, so far away, whom I hadn't
even seen since I married. My hus-
band began to talk to ene about Dick.
, I tried to say it was just a boy
and girl affairbut my husband
understood. 'couldn't help seeing
I that I didn't hive him. Be thought
it was Dick's fault, and so it was in
a way. He began to hate him. 1 -le
I was jealous of him-, just because I
Moved him. He hated Dick, and he
hated me. Oh, you don't know what
it's like. I hope you'll never know.
To live with somebody who's got a
grudge against you, and who's trying
to make you suffer, trying all the
time. I don't know how he did it,
but, you see, he was a rich man. My
husband began to take an interest
in shipping. He bought shares in
ships, and opened an office. And he
made a lot of money, .for he was
ever. Oh, I couldn't bear it."
"But how do you mean," I said.
"I don't quite understand."
He began to follow the move-
ments of Dick's ship. It was quite
easy. He used to come in in the
evening, and say, 'The Cheronia
has been sighted off Sandy Hook,
Would you like to send Dick a wire-
ess, darling?' I didn't say any-
thing, but it hurt. Or again. he told
me when Dick was promoted to sec-
ond mate. He found out; he told me.
I don't know; he must have made
spying a business. He told me how
much Dick was getting per month.
He even invented stories about Dick
and other women, month after
month year after year Almost
every 'day. he had something to tell
nese I gritted My teeth together,
tried not to burst out, but it was too
much. My husband was Using Dick
as a cant phrase. Instead of saying:
*I fore-: my umbrella today, how
careless.' he'd say: 'I'm just as care-
:- s• as And, in a restaurant,
he w.iced me whether I'd like pudding
a ;a Dick. But I didn't get used to
it; it orly got worse and worse. Year
after year. I was going mad with
it; perhaps I am mad. But it didn't
stop my heart bleeding; perhaps I
ou:d have stuck it out, however .
Perhaps he'd have got tired of it.
For my 'husband loved me, you know,
in his way; indeed, it was always
after I'd cried, when I lay weak and
sick with hysterics, that he'd take me
in his arms and cover me with kisses
which I hadn't the strength to resist.
(To be continued)
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more careete.y. Instinctively, she;
had wiped her hese: no doubt it was
her zeauty which ine:ined incto
reerey. I realizeti :hat when all was
we wieh her. :his woman would
siege: n: s: beautiful fee -es -res. The.
eesse hair hung in tanged
ses had O.N...1": raveleel out
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my hand. Her .'obs ware louder now.
"cif ceerse I won't leave you," I
said, in a soinforting ione.
-oh. don't leave me," she said
again.
"Now, try and pu:1 youreelf to-
gethee" I rsmarked. "It's no use
cry":." At. this her sobs increased
so es to became almost, screams; I
realized whst a foolish thing I had
said1 did not know what to do.
cou'ri 't stay indeflaitely to be dis-
hy the servants perhaps. So
I used a besois rertusly. *Freeing my
band by a violent effete, 1 seized her
by the .-hon7ders end forced her to
her feet, shaking. her vigorously two
er three times. She gave me a moan,
a gasp. end suddenly her tears
stopped. Shs was staring at me with
open eyes, her mouth still convulsed,
but si'oet.
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No doubt :t washer
inclined me to
beauty which
mercy.
of its plaits, for a green how hung
at the end of a strand of hair. It
grew low upon the white brow,
where it made seven beautiful points
of bright bronze. Under gleaming
golden eyebrows, large green eyes
were looking at me piteously, and a
very red mouth trembled. "Look
here," 1 said, "suppose I'd passed
your house five minutes later, I
shouldn't have heard. 1 shouldn't
have come in, Then you could have
escaped. Now, look here, get your
clothes on, and go as quick •as you
can; otherwise you're sure to be
caught. You'll go to prison for
years. Get your clothes on quick. By
the time you're ready I'll be gone,"
She seized my arm with her free
hand, having evidently forgotten the
revolver in the other: "Don't go,"
she whispered. Then, tensely: "If
you go, PA shoot myself, too."
"But . .. but," I said, vaguely.
"Don't go. Yes, 1 )tiled him. I
den't care. I couldn't help it. I had
to, It couldn't go on. 1 couldn't
stand it," she said on a louder note,
which made me fear renewed hys-
terics. But suddeely she grew calm;
I dont knewwho you are, and I
don't care. I don't care about any-
thing. I don't care if they hang me
. I wish they would." •
"Of course they won't hang you."
"Listen.Let inc tell you. 1 want
to tel you. I suppose you think
I'm horrible because I'm a murder-
ess. I couldn't help it." She released
my arm and sat down heavily in the
armchair, as if her energy deserted
her, but all through her story her
voice was • now audible, though
monotonous: •
• 'The man you've jest seen, who's
dead in there, was my husband.
We've been married for seven years.
When we married 1 was 17,
and he was 45. 1 didn't want to
marry him. I b wanted to
marry somebody else . . my boy
Dick. My Another, well, she didn't
iiko Dick. You see,' we were what is
called nice people, awl Dick was
third mate on a ship in the merchant
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"You should never marry a girl un-
less she has a special
"Well, my girl is a telephone oper-
ator."
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Father, thy hand
Hal h reared these venerable coin mac,
thou
Didat weave this rerdant roof. Thou
deist look down
'Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith,
rose
All these fair ranks et trees. They
in thy sun
Bedded, and shook their green leaves
in thy breeze,
And shot toward heaven . . .
Till, at last, they stood,
As aow they stand, massy, and tall,
and 'dark,
Fit shrine for humble worshipper to
hold
Communion with his Maker. These
dim vaults,
These winding aisles, of humeri pomp
or pride
Report not. No funtastie • carvings
show
The boast of our vain race to change
the form
Of thy fair works
Noiselessly, arowid,
rrongperch to perch, the solitary bird
Passes; •and you clear spring, that,
midst its berhe,
Wells softly forth and wandering
steeps the roots
Of half the mighty forest,' tell -s no tale
01 all the good it does. Thou hest not
left
Thyself without a witness, In, the
sh ades,
Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength,
• and grate
Are here to speak of thee. This
• mighty oak -
13y whose immovable stein I stand and
seem
Almost annihilated—not 0 prince
In all:that 'proud old world beyond the
• deep
E'er were his crown ECEI. WM), as he'
'Wears the, green coronal of leaves
with which
Thy hand has graced him.
• —Bryant, "A PorostTlynin,"
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they were devouring the seeds of these
weeds. They kept coming back to this
garden until they had exhausted the
supply of seeds. It is very evident
that they do a great amount of good,
Sparrows raise two or three broods
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fed on insects. Nor are the old spar-
rows averse to an insect diet. I have
often seen English sparrows chasing
grasshoppers and moths and other in-
sects when they had no broods. •
It is said that these birds are fond
of young peas, but 7 have never noticed
them doing much damage in the gar-
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make up for what fruit and young peas
they do lake by the insects and weed
sends they eat. It is also said that the
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