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THE SENATOR'S BILL
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mercy to this girl even as he had shown mercy to him. But the words clutched his throat, and it closed like a vise. There was a crucifying moment. The crouching figure at the safe straightened — something gleaming and merciless was pointed at the white form in the doorway — a shot rang out. Then came a silence so profound that the Senator heard his ow n heart's blood ebb and flow in sicken
nerve gave way. "My little girl!" he sobbed out wildly. "Oh, my little girl!"
"Daddy!" a voice was whispering in his ear. fright and concern struggling in the tone. "Daddy, wake up, dear— wake up. Your little girl is here — see !"
So powerful had the dream been in its effect that it was some' fifteen minutes before the father could assure
THE SENATOR COULD NOT SPEAK NOR STIR. AND IT SEEMED SO REAL
ing currents. Over in the doorway lay something still and white — so still that the father knew no mortal voice could break the dead repose — still, just as Some One in the Far Away had been still, when all his sobbing prayers had not evoked the quiver of an eyelash. Then, and then only, action came to him. There was a brief struggle. The rage of the father made him strong, and he held the murderer while he awaited the police. As once again he watched the criminal go down the street, this time well escorted by officers of the law, his
himself of the very vital presence of his beloved daughter. Never had the warm color of her cheeks been so eagerly appraised — never had so tremulously fearful a hand stroked the wealth of her hair. "My little girl!" he kept murmuring; "my little girl!"
"Why. daddy," the girl laughed, soothingly, "you're like a little boy with the nightmare, who simply cant be reassured that the big, black bear has gone away, never to return. Aren't you 'shamed?"
"Your father's getting old, dar