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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 08, 1913, Image 22',
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other woman. She would not
think of that.
"Where are you going to sleep
tonight Jim?" she asked quietly.
The manlaughed. "O, under
some freight cars. I reckon. I'm
used to that sort of bed. Maybe
I'll find a heap of coal."
"You promise not to go into
"Sure ! That's part of the bar
gain, ain't it? I'll keep out of the
way, don't fear. Which way' are
"Over yonder," she answered,
pointing out to where the muddy
track wound, to the left, toward
the factory. She could hear the
noise of the machinery, that
never stopped. The faint outlines
of the great, gaunt buildings rose
into the dark sky. Somewhere
there, imprisoned like a cog in
that vast machine, was Ed Cham
bers, the man who thought she
was his wife. Why didn't men
protect their wives better? No,
why did women deceive their men
as she had deceived Ed?
But soon all this would be a
trouble of the past, forgotten.
She knew that so long as she was
to be found Jim would never
cease to blackmail her. But he
knew nothing of the ranch in
Wyoming so carefully planned,
to purchase which every penny
hoarded was placed away in the
old stocking. There must be
eight hundred dollars in the
house. Easy to give him twenty
five, and still have enough to go.
And Ed left all the accumulating
hoard to her; wouldn't miss the
"The cars are over yonder, at
the back of the factory,'" she said
more mildly. "I guess you know
the way. It's no longer than
through the village and you
can take care of yourself in the
dark, I reckon."
"I reckon so, Jane," he answer
ed. "Good night, my lass." He
pressed his hat down on his head
and started out along the road.
In a moment the darkness had
swallowed him up he was gone
even while she heard his foot
steps in the mud.
Suddenly she staggered back as
a tremulous thought blanched her
cheek and set her heart beating
The bridge! The bridge was
up. He did not know. He would
walk confidently there where the
firm girders ran, offering their
treacherous support, and he
would walk into nothingness.
And those currents! the cur
rents in her own heart ! She who
had risked all might win all; her
man, her child, her home, for this
one worthless life.
The impulse to run after him
mastered her, but suddenly a low
wail from the room behind re
called her. And she crouched
there, not stirring until he was
out of earshot.
More than 200 women have
been appointed to state and mu
nicipal offices in Kansas during
the past year, the only offices to
which they have not yet attained
being county commissionerships,
county attorneyships and the dis