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"Even if I succeed in making the journey, can I get private speech with the right persons?"
She hesitated, then she added, bravely:
"Shame on me to think of giving up!" and throwing the door wide open, with a mighty effort she pushed her chair over the sill.
It rolled down with a bump and on for a few feet until it was stopped by a sharp stone.
It was only several inches from the door to the ground, nevertheless, the jar gave her so much pain that she nearly fainted. She lay still for some moments, more dead than alive.
"I must go! I have cut off all way of return now. Bumping down that step was one thing; getting back would be impossible."
But when she tried to go on, her weakness was so great that she could not make any progress. Her chair, wedged against the stone, was immovable.
"O God," she prayed, "I don't know what to do now--help me!"
CHAPTER VI.
THE POLICE ARE SUMMONED
"Well, Mrs. Myer," exclaimed a bright, chirpy voice right behind her, "whoever would have thought of seeing you spry enough to be out-of-doors! Won't mother be glad?" and there stood the eldest little Outcast, smiling broadly, and holding in her chubby hand a tin bucket, that Peggy had seen many a time before.
"You've come just in time, dear heart," said the thankful Peggy. "Do you think you could wheel me across the street?"
"Across the street?" reiterated the girl. "Won't it tire you very much? Let me go for you."
"I fear you are too little for my business," replied Peggy, and as she spoke the words a new idea for accomplishing her purpose entered her mind. "Stay, love; I'll tell you what you can do. Take me back to the house and you shall hear."
Miss Outcast did her best, and as the burden was not great and the chair rolled easily, after some bumping and shoving and pushing, Mrs. Myer found herself once more in her own room.
And, as she got her breath, she said: "Have you ever been to the river, dearie?"
"Oh, yes," answered the child, "father takes us down there every Sunday. We love to stand on the bridge and watch the water dashing against the piers. It's such fun; you can't think."
"Could you go there alone?"
"Course I could; what do you want to know for?"
"Jerry is working there to-day, pet, and I have something important to tell him. If you can find your way to the mail-boat landing where he is helping to load up, and tell him to come to me right away, you'll be doing a good action."
"I wonder if mother will scold?"
"Tell her it was my doing, and if she will come hear my reasons she'll be satisfied. You'll hurry, won't you, dear?"
Miss Outcast promised, and, after repeating the message several times, started briskly off.
The river and the mail-boat were reached without trouble, but to find Jerry was another matter. A long stream of porters carrying bags of something reached from the wharf to the boat. Their heads were concealed by the burden, and their bodies looked so much alike that the child was bewildered.
She stood there, frightened and forlorn, almost forgetting why she had come, when Jerry himself caught sight of her.
"Why, little one," he exclaimed, dropping his load, and coming toward her. "What on earth are you doing here alone?"
Miss Outcast felt happy once more; she beamed on him. "Oh, Jerry, you are the very man I came to see; go home just as quick as ever you can to your wife."
"Peggy, my Peggy! Is she worse?" and the poor fellow looked the anguish he felt.
"I don't b'lieve she's 'zackly worse," said the child, feeling very big indeed, "but she's acting queer, and she's got something 'portant on her mind and sent me for you."
Jerry waited to hear no more, but, seizing the child's hand, started to run. Leaving her in her own street, he hurried on alone.
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His wife was watching for him, trembling and anxious. She was so relieved when he appeared that she burst into tears.
He took her frail body in his arms: "Why, Peggy, old girl, what has happened? Has anybody been hurting you?"
At these tender words she controlled herself and told him all that had occurred.
He was thunderstruck. "The scoundrels!" he muttered. "They surely wouldn't dare--but rest easy, love. We'll get ahead of them, never fear."
He thought deeply. "The best thing, wife, is not to alarm the ladies, but to see Mr. Morton himself. I'll go to him as fast as I can." But even in his haste he stopped to replenish the fire, settle Peggy's pillows more comfortably, and warm some soup for her.
Then he sought Mr. Morton's office and asked to see him privately.
Mr. Morton sent word that he was busy and did not wish to be