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dunno what to make of it Seems
to me it ain't fair on a guy." And he
ended with a threat, which he had
no intention of carrying out, of trans
ferring his patronage elsewhere.
"Blister" listened with the same
sense of a grievance, but Mr. Saun
ders got only vague promises out of
He did not notice how the two
down-and-outs put their heads to
gether after the meeting, while they
supped their coffee and munched the
slabs of bread and butter with which
the mission provided them.
It was some days later that Mr.
Saunders was amazed, after the serv
ice, to receive a voluntary visit from
"Yes, my dear fellow, what can I
do for you?" he inquired, laving his
hand upon the hobo's shoulder.
"I .want to tell you, mister, your
words went straight to my heart,"
said "Blister." "And it made me feel
what you said we got to square our
selves. I'm wanted in Chicago."
"Wanted, Blister I mean Mike?-H
"Bigamy," said "Blister" laconic
ally. "You have committed bigamy?"
"And arson. That's what they
called it I burned down our home
to get rid of "my old woman. She
beat it Else it would have been"
murder as well."
"Dear me!" muttered the young
man, staring hopelessly at the tramp.
"My dear fellow, you pf course you
are going to give yourself Up to the
"Police?" shouted "Blister." "If I
wanted to do that I could have done
it any time the last three years. No,
what I want is to get square, to be
For half an hour Mr. Saunders
pleaded with him in vain. "Blister"
apparently had no intention of pay
ing the penalty for his crimes, and
at last stalked off in a huff to admit
"Mr. Saunders," "Red" began, "J
been thinking over your words aboujt. ,
getting square, and I want to tell you
something that's been preying, on my
mind for years." "Red" could talk
quite well if he tried to. "Four years
ago I killed a man!" ?
"Killed a man!" echoed the young
minister, staring at this new conn-0
dant in absolute horror.
"Yep, in Chicago," said "Red." "It-j.
was while I was engaged in a little p
private affair well, sir, a burglary.
He was an old guy, too, turned 80, y
I believe. I smashed his head in with ,j
my jimmy. He shouldn't have inter-13
fered, at his age, unless he'd had a
thicked head. But, Mister Saun-
ders, his last look has haunted me ton
my dying day. I want to get square."
John Saunders placed both his.j
hands on "Red's" shoulders andg
looked him earnestly in the eyes. j
"There is only one way in which 3j
you can square and make atones forv,
your past," he said. ,
"I knew it!" shouted "Red" exult-
antly. "Name it I'll, do it"' $
"I will pay your fare back to Chi-
tago," answered the clergyman. b
"Red's" jaw dropped. "What In j
blazes would I want to go back to"rf
Chicago for?" he asked. "I had trou-1
ble enough getting away." j
To give yourself up and satisfy the 7
law," said Mr. Saunders. "That is7
the only way in which you can square r
"I won't, I tell you," shouted
"Red." "And you won't snitch on a
me, either. I come to you and told
you that in confidence. I come ton
you to get square and you want to j
kill me!" ,
And he flung himself out of the,
clergyman's presence, leaving Mr.
Saunders white and shaking.
. All that night he thought over his t
predicament Here were two of his j
flock, one a murderer, the other with f
two atrocious crimes unpunished. a
Both were repentant; neither was t
willing to pay the price of forgive- 3
ness. What should he do? Could he
betray them?" .
He was top sick, to get up that r
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