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The Angel of the Slums
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her: "] forgot," he whimpered, "1 forgot this had to pass tin censors," and slowly the goldfish slid from his nerve less fingers.
His a g e d father bowed his head. "Go," he said huskily.
And a r m in arm Manly and A 1 b e r t a left
Then cried dramatically, "I saw you kiss that hussy!"
Lovely Manor forever ami went out into the night accompanied by incidental music, by Carrie Jacobs Bond.
PART 2.
Little Nell sat on the bitter cold pavement. It was hard on the pavement. That is. hard on little Nell. And although her feet were bare she smiled happily, for such was her sweet happy nature.
When her father had been killed she had smiled and said: "Ah, no matter, it tan never happen again," and when her mother had died leaving her twelve cords of wood to split, she had fallen to and finished the task, whistling to cover the ache that stabbed at her back. Once when a street urchin had nearly brained her with a cobblestone, she had retaliated by buying him American Beauty roses with her last pennv.
So little Nell had found The Light— the light of happiness that comes of doing good and saving souls. And so now although the icy blasts were blasting away at her bare feet she could smile — even at the bent figure of an old man who passed her.
It was Hiram Love. Running to him she flung her arms around his neck.
•| will help you," she bubbled, all a tw itter.
The old man looked up. Tears were
streaming down his face. As tiny kept on streaming lie told her what lie had done —
denied Lovely Manor to his only son.
"Can't you forgive, mister?" she asked. "Think of me with little Joey home sick with laryngitis, meningitis, bronchitis, whooping cough, la grippe, and app<
r it is, and not a drop of food in the house. Why. mister, I'm as happy as a lark."
At this old Love Only wept the harder. "Don't cry," begged little Nell as she slipped one cold little foot into one of his great furlined pockets. "I will help you."
Even this only seemed to affect him more deeply. "What have I done . . . what have I done . . ." he murmured over and over, and then breaking away ran to the great bridge nearby, and still weeping, plunged into the icy waters below.
Luckily for Nell she had remembered to take her foot from his pocket ere he went, and now she ran after him and plunged in. It was no work at all to save him.
"Gee, mister," she said. "That may go in California, but they won't stand for suicides around here."
Still sobbing bitterly old Love called his town car and in another half hour they were at Lovely Manor. Quietly they entered. In the drawing room they stopped breathless (all the places were closed). Yes, yes, they stopped breathless —
A man was bending over the great safe that contained <?~^
the famous Love plate which T^> >r was only cracked in two places. The man was Chats worth Cheweasy . who had killed as follows : Arizona . . Alabama .. Arkansas . California Colorado .
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"Have a care, father," he muttered, "Alberta is no hussy."