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"If there were a marriage law
among cats," I said, "some Tom
cats would not so persistently
s$ay out on the roofs at nigtt."
"Forsythe dead Forsythe
dead Forsythe dead," said the
woman, her eyes far away and
"Yes," I said, "and I do hot
thinkiit is any great loss, and you
are not telling me about your
self." She studied the pattern of the
carpet a minute, and I saw a tear
drop from her eye? although she
tried not to let me see it.
"After Jimmy the Wop went
to Joliet," she said, "Forsythe
hounded me. He used tojcome to
the place I was staying at and ask
to see me, and when I would re
v fuse he wbuld flasji his star, and
then -I -would be asked to leave.
"I do not remember how many
places I stayed in those few
months, always with the feeling
of a hunted thing. ...
"But always I scorned him. I
hated him, and his bull neck, and
his red face, and his pig eyes, and
his coarseness. I would rather
havq jjone to prison for the rest
of my life. . . . And often I
thought of killing myself. . . .
"Then, one day, the extraord
inary happened. -I had just mov
ed to a new place, and Eorsythe
did not know where I Was. I
. was dodging across State street
through the traffic when I saw his
red face looming in front of me.
t "I turned away quickly, and
my ankle doubled under me, and
I fell to the. .ground with a thud.
"I do not know clearly what
happened. The pain in my ankle
was very great. And I saw a
horse's hoofs above me and I
shut my eyes, and then someone
caught me up, and I fainted.
"When I came to I was in a
drug store, and a doctor was
working,over my ankle, and a big,
roughly dressed man, wearing a
sombrero was walking around
nervously and getting in the doc
"My ankle was fixed up, and
then the big man called for a taxi
cab, and asked me where I Jived.
I am all right now,' I said to
him. 'I can get home by myself.1
" 'That's nonsense,' he said.
'You've sprained your ankle, and
you could not even walk to the
door of this drug store. Where
do you live?'
"So I told him the name of my
hotel, and he picked me up in his
arms as if I were a little child, and
carried me out and put me in the
taxi Then he climbed in beside
" 'You see,' he said, 'I'll need to
carry you out again at your hotel.'
" 'Bub the taxi driver can do
that,' I objected.
" 'He isn't strong enough,' he
"There was a light in the taxi
cab, and I studied the big man's
face. It was a rough face in some
ways, but it was very gentle in
others. And it was the kind of
face you would trust. ....
'"I suppose,' I said to him at
la$t, 'that you saved my life.'
"fl never kne,w a sprained ankle
to affect a person's head before
he said. 'I'll make a note of it,