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GOING STRAIGHT
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just as the butler, armed with a shotgun, burst into the room.
"Too late," said Remington, on the spur of the moment. "I've got him ; it's lucky I arrived in time to save my wife."
Remington lifted his first-born out of the car and carried her into the house. The rich old lady had cried and begged him to let her stay and have her own doctor and trained nurse.
They had borne Briggs' body out, and he had gloated, snarling to be at the cold throat of him. And then had come the quick reaction — the sight of his injured child — and the bloodly lust fell from him, leaving him trembling and helpless.
But now she was home — after a thousand years — and he was carrying her up to her bed.
'low heavy she felt! I low lifeless!
ighter than thistledown— paler than dawn ! The little, white bed was much too hard for her ! And what were those haggard, burning lights staring across at him ? That couldn't be Grace — her eyes ? Then, all at once, as the doctor entered, the room began to rock, and Remington's shaggy head slipped forward on the pillow. \nd then, after a long time, the firstborn opened her eyes, and the doctor smiled and
''HULLY GEE!" HE CRIED. " CARMEN, DAT TART TING W AS GOOD!'
his little, brown flower, and he wanted her home — to himself.
So, in the end, the grande dame gave way, and Remington carried the child out on the way to her little, white bed. His eyes were quiet enough as he spoke, but they burned horridly from the shock of the past night.
His fingers were still feeling out the ratchets in the safe-lock — and then the cry, and he was a madman speeding to the call of his own.
patted her hand in a fatherly manner.
"She'll do nicely," he said.
A wisp of a figure, who had hung, unnoticed and unknown, in the fold of the curtains, stole forward and put his dirty little paw in the girl's.
"Htllly gee!" he cried. "Carmen, dat tart t'ing was good !"
And then Remington opened his bruised eyes, too. and what he saw was a forlorn, wee Kid at the gates of his Paradise. And he smiled.