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By George Munson
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
Jim Davis, in the train, cursed at
the delay in reaching his destination.
He was in a bad humor with the
world not that this was unusual
him. His gambling trip, which was
to have netted him enough for six
months of extravagance and luxury,
besides the modicum needed for
Molly, had produced only a few hun
dreds, thanks to the vigilance of the
He watched the girl in the opposite
compartment. She was a pretty girl,
with a tear-stained face at which she
dabbed furtively with her pocket
handkerchief. She looked as Molly
had looked, 10 years before, when
he had persuaded her to throw over
slow-going Jack Douglas and become
a gambler's wife.
He knew that Molly had regretted
her choice every week of her life
since then, and he had taunted her
with it and taken pleasure in inviting
Douglas to the house. He could see
their love for each other, unex
pressed. What a fool Douglas was,
not to take advantage of his long ab
sences ! But what a good thing that
Molly was a church member and so
incapable of deceiving him!
He cursed again as the train sped
on. He had long since tired of Molly.
Sjill, it was convenient to have the
little househqld drudge at home, to
cook and slave for him in the rare
intervals of his presence there.
Suddenly the train lurched,
swayed, swung giddily along the
edge of the embankment and then
crashed into nothingness.
Jim Davis was on his feet, staring
at the ruin. The girl who had awak
ened his interest lay pinned beneath
a beam. There were heartrending
groans and cries everywhere. By a
miracle he, Davis, had escaped un
scathed. Gambler's luck!
He did not stop to think of the
sufferings of his fellow travelers. The
wreck had taken place just at the
outskirts of his home town. Nearby
a trolley car had stopped. A crowd
was gathered, running from every
quarter of the compass. , Davis
cursed as he pushed his way through
them and mounted the trolley. Soon
he was speeding far from the scene
of the disaster.
Half an hour later he was stand
ing in his apa"rtment It was queer
"Help Me!" She Pleaded.'
that Molly had left the door unlocked.
He would take it out of her for that.
He approached the little, barely fur
nished living room quietly, intending
to surprise her and see the happiness
fade out of her eyes. He flattered
himself that he could read his wife's
face like a book.
To his surprise he saw Douglas
standing there, and Molly, with tear
stained face, leaning her elbow on
the mantel and looking at him attentively.