THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, JULY 17, 1916.
Fionas
Roman
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By Mr. and Mrs.
Rupert Hughes
Her Fighting Spirit
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Copyright. 191S. by Adelaide M. Hughea.
Twelfth Installment.
!.u The young Indian chief who hid
found the girl Gloria, a tattered runa
way, lost in the everglade, and' had
tried to marry her, had been the cause
of her falling in love with Dick Fren-
eau. After five years the Indian was
' 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
Freneau.
Still, the suspicion rested there. It
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ever she tried to resume her quest.
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
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
cards with him once or twice, but she
was to absent-minded that he pre
fered to play alone or occasionally
with Judge Freeman, a kind of rela
tionthat 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
brains to think up something to in-
he judge rose ana saia:
I hate to quit wnen i am winning,
Pierpont, but I'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 I would not call Judge Free
man's decisions 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
vnii " ancwereit Freeman.
Gloria received the proposition
languidly, but consented to be taken
along. When they arrived at the
mttrthnnse thev entered Tudffe Free
man's room. He donned his judicial
robe and they followed him to the
bench, where chairs were placed for
thm nn either side of him. ivery
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 hecame at once another Gloria,
..,,11i, aliv anil 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
told her that it belonged to the
worst conffidence man in New York
or to a professional beggar wno wouia
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 projection of the
court from a much battered and meek
little husband whose head bore,
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 judge 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 i:tp.
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 beautihe grat
I S:r At -d
HE SAW HOW SERIOUS I If V Is'V s VJ Ix II
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THE JUDGE WAS
GLORIA WAS.
AMAZED WHEN
itude; then he turned with an unmis-tally to consciousness, looked about
takableglare of triumph on the wife
of his bosom and marched safely past
her under the Shelter of the police
Next on the docket was a sad-eyed
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 1 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
it nnahle to srive it proper care. He
had fought to keep the. boy and had
resitted an officer,
r.inri. lUtened tenselv while tears
of sympathy gathered in her eyes. To
her the man s story was nnisncu. i h
judge shook his head sadly. Me was
powerless to restore the child to his
father, 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
nrrtreeHinors.
The court was thunderstruck at the
tnrnrA to the ludee. crvinz:
"Give me the boyl I'll take care
of him, and I'll get employment for
hia 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 judges robe.
He bent down to hear her whisper:
"That's the man I've been chasing for
weeks. Put him on ice tilt 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 shook 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, lhe man
turned suddenly in fright. He re
gained some composure as the police
man smiled at him. tie smiled back
craftily. . .
Gloria and Royce were whispering
and laughting together over Mulry't
wrath. They did not see the new
prisoner brought in. When he came
to the bar the oiticer spoice as ne
handed uo the complaint. The judge
nodded wearily and said, "Plain drunk.
First offense. Discharged.
At the sound of the judge's voice
Gloria looked ud. 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. She 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
teet, ran to letch a glass ot .water
from the ice water stand. He sprin
kled her face lightly. The judge and
Fierpont murmured together in be
wilderment. Gloria returned gradu
still dazed and wondering. At length
she saw the judge, lilted herselt to
her feet, and, finally gaining her voice,
pointed to the door, crying, "That man
that man is the murderer!
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
gled 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
jawt 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.
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, resolutely: To
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. Why?"
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 the tapped him on the arm.
"The man who just went by so hur
riedlyhe was poorly dressed, had a
slouch hat and a beard, did you tee
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
tr refuse vengeance on Dick's
slayer? ...
Her brain was whirling, her search
ing eyes ached and burned at they
peered vainly ahead for the dread
figure of the tramp. So absorbed was
Gloria in her pursuit that the 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
as her own priceless girlhood, but the
impetus of her search carried her on
sight, and, hearing steps behind her,
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,
her hopes of ferreting out the mur
derer, indeed the murder itself became
unreal as the immediate danger to her
own 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-
I lowing men into surprise for an in
stant. ,
The thing who was crossing toward
her, however, came on without pause,
and, lurching against the iron railing
to which the 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 itt 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 bandit!
gained their aims unchallenged ap
palled her. Breathing in little fright
ened gasps, she leaned against the
friendly railing and tried to reassem
ble her scattered views of life.
(To Be Continued.)
Girl Workers Who Win
The Newsgirl Finds Her Patience Rewarded
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
to read she imagines beautiful things
about people that the withes might
come true even if the knowt they
can't.
One night it rained hard and Mar
gery leaned stolidly against the brick
wall on the' windy corner and called
her papert lustily. The rain dropt '
rolled off the fringe of the shawl
and dripped into her eyet and the
wat a lorry enough little spectacle,
out. Of course she didn't make much, 1 1 ttuck at her pott. Every
HOW
THE TRAMP WAS GREATLY ALARMED.
without a thought for her own
safety.
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
lessly in pursuit, each taking a differ
ent direction. By misfortune neither
of them was right.
Meanwhile Gloria hastened on. She
actually caught a glimpse of the
tramp ahead of her; he was loitering
in a doorway gnawing a crust of
bread hungrily, and she redoubled her
speed, but he started on and turned
the corner of a street while she was
in the middle of a block and when
she got there he was nowhere in
sight.
Suddenly she realized she was tired
and weak, that she could actually go
no further, and that she must rest.
As she slackened her pace she was
alarmed at seeing a rough-looking
man cross the street toward her; he
reeled as he came on, so that she
was further aroused to danger at
thinking him under the influence of
liquor. She did not know that this
was one of the numerous dodges of
the pickpocket and that she would
have been safer with an actually in
toxicated man. She looked up and
down the street as far as she could
see, but there, were no policemen in
and it was very tiring standing so
long in one place, and sometimes it
rained, and in spite of the great
shawl 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
be just the girl to adopt and take
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
pretty; 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 teemed 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 wat tangly
brown.
The one feature of her entire face
that was really beautiful was her
mouth. Margery's mouth wat tweet
and patient. It looked like a brave
little mouth, and it was brave, be
cause Margery had suffered a great
deal of pain in her short life.
Dayt when the went to school the
other children made fun of her. She
could never run and play garnet at
they could, and so she had no "friends.
Every minute that Margery could
save from' her -work he spent, in
reading. She read, anything, even
the newspaper, although the 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 telling pa
pert may tound 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
boy who makes hit 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 i
looking for romance, even the small
est girl, and when a little girl likes
night at this time an old man atop-
bed and bought two papert from
Margery. He was a crott looking'
man, and Margery, never ventured
even a look at him when he took
the papert from her. To-night he
wat late and Margery had taved the
two papers for him. She taw him
coming ' when he wat quite a way ,
bff, and the took a few ttept for-;
ward and said timidly:
' "I laved them for you. Here they
are, sir.1' . -
' The old man stopped and looked
at Margery's rain wet face with
eyet that she could hardly tee to;
bidden were they under bushy eye
browns, .I,'.1- s '
"Didn't think you'd be out tonight,"
pers from a boy up the street" ,
I Margery fell back. "Oh," the vouch
safed, "I'm atwayt here. I thought:,
you were my customer." : ' '
"Well, well, your . customer, eh.
well, so I am, so lam. Didn't know
you noticed people to sharply, never .
saw you look at me. Here s a quar
ter, and we'll call it tquare, how's '
that?" . , , ,
Margery's thin little face lit up
with a. tmile that' transformed her.- .
"0, thank you," she breated rap
turously, and the man stood, a mo-
ment and watched her limp hurriedly
away. He didnlt know that with ten
cents of that preciout quarter, Mar-',
gery wat going to buy a volume of
fairy tales and think of herself at
the mott successful little, girl in the
(The next' article Irt thlt teriet will
be called the Telegraph Operator.)
American Wheat May Go to
The Poor People of Belgium
i (Correeponaenee or The Aeeoctated Frew.
.' Amsterdam, 1 Netherland, July 4.
A commission of American doctors
hat bee visiting the Brussels hospi
tals investigating whether an increase
of the Belgian population's bread
rationa it necessary. Should it decide
in the affirmative, the American com
mission for relief in Belgium will ask
the British government to consent to
the supply pf wheat from the United
Statet being
creased.
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