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then that his' father, slinking shame
facedly hack, found him.
"We must go," said Openta quietly.
"They are in therg. They 'have been
in there for a long-time. We are not
wanted here. Help me put on my
"But you gan't walk."
"Oh, yes, I can walk."
Old man Openta helped his son
down one flight of stairs. Then he
"Wait for be. I hab forgotten sum
thig." He was gone for a long time.
And when he returned he carried
the key of the outer door in his hand.
When they reached the street he was
still carrying it. Coming to a drain
opening, he dropped the key into it.
"I hab locked theb id," he said, "ad
emptied the stobe. Look!"
The windows of the room which
they had quitted glowed in the tiight
like coals. Openta fell face downward
in the gutter. v
' "Her heart must have been weak
and the old man's blow practically
killed her," thought Odeskalki, after
he had labored vainly for nearly an
hour and a half to bring Olenka to.
"She is certainly dead. I must tell
He pushed open, the door and
sprang back from a storm of flames.
The door closed with a bang. Odes
kalki "ran to the window, threw it
open and looked out, right, left, down
and up. There was nothing for it, if
the worst came to the worst, "but to
jump, Unless he could make a, rope
1 out of bedding. Hebegan to tear the
bedding into broad strips. He worked
with frantic haste, but not so fast as
the-fire in the next room. The inter
vening door sprang inward from its
hinges as if it had been hit by a loco
motive. Flame and smoke poured
through the opening. Cries began to
rise from the street below and the
reverberations of fire gongs. Odes
kalki thrust himself half out of the
window md screamed for heln. In
that moment of agony and fear, he
saw, among the upturned faces in
the street, the face of old man Open
ta convulsed with ghastly merriment.
And the old man's shrill voice was
borne up to him, clarion and horrible:
"I haf purned your pridges behind
Odeskalki sprang from the win
dow. The cries and the reverbera
tions of the fire bells seemed to com
bine in one awful rushing shudder.
The crowd, fought cruelly to get back
from the place where Odeskalki
would land. Old man Openta did not
move. He did not seem to realize his
danger. He stood as if rooted, with
upturned, malevolently smiling face.
It seemed to those who saw "the
catastrophe that the old man was
literally driven into the street.
It. happened that the train for
which Orloff was waiting at the New
York Central's 125th street station
was carrying two young people to
Greenwich on the first stage of their
honeymoon. It was curious that the
bridegroom was the very man whose
generosity had been the cause of
Openta's fall and of all his subse
quent disasters. If the bridegroom
had known this he might have been
moved to tears, for he was big and
gentle and kind. But he did not know
it, and Openta did not give it a
thought. He was waiting on the very
edge of the platform for the train.
He did not know where he had pass
ed the night or the morning nor how
he had come to the edge of the plat
form. He considered to have gotten
there as the only piece of good luck
that he had ever had. That was all.
"Heavens!" cried the bride.
"You wait here, dear, and I'll go
and find out."
The bridegroom hurried to the end
of the car and looked out. He saw
the coipse of a man lying beside the
tracks. The sight made Turn feel sick,
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