"My, Mr. Lorrimer, but she’s got
’em bad! Wouldn't blame any man
for leaving her Golly, but she's
mad!”
"Oh, Chris!” returned the gentle
man, faintly. "I—l swear 1 don’t re
member any woman out west. There
was a girl, but 1 didu t look at her
much. Hut she—she seems to know
my name and the time 1 went out
there and came back. Oht-1 don't know
what does she mean—what does she
look like? Quick, tell me; she's kick
ing the door in. The people down
stairs will be up tn a minute. What
shall 1 do?”
Perspiration was on hta forehead.
‘ She ain’t bad looking," said Chris,
"she’s kind of and thick. She's
got yellow hair cut abort and curly
and seems like the touched up her
cheeks with paint. Looks kind o’
tough."
Lorrimer groan ri.
“She’s yelling again. Go there,
Chris, go and trtve the door. Hear
her. She says f<he’s got the twins
down stairs. Oh, what will I do if
the squalling brats come up here.
She’s telling the names of the fellows
1 was with—see ti at—Crosby—Ruttan
—. Oh. she known something. What
if 1 did it when 1 Tas drunk —married
that slangy, horrid thing? She had
yellow hair that curled—«he might
have cut it —what if 1 d ; .d this dread
ful thing—anil liar twins and deserted
them—oh, but tPat couldn’t be. 1
wasn't drunk for a year, though I
might have been f<*r a night. Chris,
go out again—and- and—question her.
Say I'm sick ami ask her all about it.
