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July, 1919
PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL
11
Dick Wanted To Go Straight After Meeting Lindy
"By Whom Are You Hunted?" the Tramp Asked
a clinched fist, "I am through with the old life forever, and I don't want you to hound me any longer. If you do, I am going to show you that I can be just as insistent on being straight as you are on being crooked."
"So !" Brogan growled as Dick moved away, "You are going to be a goody-goody boy, eh ! You'll find the temptation mighty hard to combat and you'll fall sooner or later."
But Dick merely shrugged his shoulders and moved on.
At Mrs. Cribbley's house there was a wild disorder when he arrived. Her safe had been robbed and the sheriff had been summoned to find the culprit. Dick was the least disturbed about the theft, because he believed he could place his hands on the thief, sensing that Brogan was up to some of his old tricks and his new employer was one of his victims.
Mrs. Cribbley was excited and was madly pacing up and down the room.
"It's that rough tramp, Chilowee Bill, who
hung around here yesterday in quest of food," she moaned. "That's who it is — he looked burglar — every inch of him."
The door opened and Lindy meekly walked in to beseech Mrs. Cribbley to be lenient with Jim. Picking up her walking stick, Mrs. Cribbley continued to rave . . .
Addressing her remarks to the sheriff, she said:
"I want you to find the thief . . . State's prison will be none too bad for the thief."
Lindy stood aghast. These words rang through her ears. So Mrs. Cribbley knew she had stolen the letter ! In despair, she ran from the room leaving the bewildered trio amazed at her flight.
Across the meadows, Lindy ran breathlessly, not stopping until she came upon a stack of loose hay. She sat down with a sigh of relief. Turning, she noticed a disheveled looking creature sitting nearby drinking out of a jug.
"Who are you ?" she said excitedly and with
"Just
a little tremble in her voice, "and what are you doing here?"
The tramp ceased drinking and laid the jug on the ground beside him.
"Me?" he said with a chuckle, "I am only one of the many unfortunates whom the world owes a living."
"And what are you drinking," she ventured to say.
"Buttermilk !" He sighed deeply, drownin' me misfortunes, little Un!"
"Misfortunes, eh?" she returned, "I know what that means all right."
The tramp yawned and continued :
"You sees before you, little Miss, a hunted and misfortunate man !
Lindy responded with earnest sympathy.
"By whom are you hunted ?"
The tramp, pleased at the attention he was receiving, stealthily glanced from left to right and leaned over to her and whispered :
"I'm being hunted by the law!" {Continued on Page 55)
Lindy Had Decided To Run Away and Start Life Anew
Lindy Had Been Raised In Innocence and Was Without Guile