Well, good night, Kate, don"t worry, I"ll keep you posted, and I"ll send you some money next week.
_Nan_.
XXIX
_Dear Kate_:
I can"t write much, I am so nervous I am near crazy. The police are hot after Jim, and they haven"t done a thing to me but give me the third degree twice. Once they had me up before the captain of the police station here, and once they had me at the central office where the old man himself took a turn at me. I was there four hours, and they done everything they could to make me tell short of putting me behind the bars. They promised me that they would see you got better time, but I know that is only hot air, and they coaxed and bullied and tried to scare me for hours. I told them that it was on the level, I didn"t know where he was. I said "yes" that I"d seen him, that he came to me but left the same night. The Captain was rotten with me, and if it hadn"t been for Tom Ca.s.sidy, I think he would a locked me up until Jim was found. But that great big cop stood up for me and said, "Oh, Captain, take my word for it, she is all right. She ain"t lying. I watched her for years and she is on the level. The only thing to do is to watch her." He talked quite a lot with the Captain and they let me go, but I tell you setting four hours with a police captain who knows you and your people from the time they entered the ark, and who thinks you are lying just because your relations are crooks, ain"t a rest cure for nervous women. I can"t dance worth a d.a.m.n, and I am so fidgety that if I hear a door slam I go all to pieces.
That ain"t all either. When I was just turning our corner the other night a man came out of Sweeney"s saloon and handed me a note from Jim asking me to give the bearer fifty dollars. I had been expecting it so I went down in my sock and give it to him. I don"t know who he was, but I was dead scared for fear that he"d been seen.
Don"t worry, things will come right some way. They can"t be much worse.
I will write you all the news.
_Nan_.
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Oh, Kate, can"t you get word to Jim some way and call him off? He is just bleeding me to death, and every time I turn round there is some one with a note from him asking for money. I have drawn most all I have in the bank, and will soon be flat broke if this keeps up. I want to help him all I can, but it just kills me to see all the money that I have saved so careful and gone without things so as to have some for you when you come out so as you could rest a while and see what you wanted to do, go to that cheap crook and his friends. I suppose he is a paying them dear to hide him, cause they are a rotten lot and won"t do nothing without pay. It scares me cold every time I see a man with a note in his hand, because the police are bound to get on to it sooner or later, and they will follow the fellow and find Jim. I have give him enough to get to Australia, why don"t he go? Oh, I don"t want them to get him of course, but I wish something would happen that would call him off of me.
_Nan_.
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_Dear Kate_:
I am worried near sick, and I can"t sleep nor eat nor nothing. I refused to send Jim any more money and the other night a man walked along the street with me and said, "Jim wants you to send him fifty." I said, "I haven"t got it to send, I am busted." He bent his head toward me and said, "Jim said to tell you that if you didn"t send the dough, he would take the kid." I just near went cold at that, and the man saw it scared me white. I had my week"s pay in my bag and like a fool I gave him twenty, which tipped my hand off to them, showing I was scared for the kid. I went home and I ain"t let Billy out of my sight since, except when I am working, and then I take him up to Myrtle"s, and tell her to keep the door locked, and not to answer it for n.o.body. I tell you, Kate, if he touches Billy, I will peach on him as sure as I am a living sinner. I am dead sore. He has got all my money, and I am in all wrong with the police, but I will help him anyway I can, so long as he keeps his hands off Billy. Now, if you or your friends have got any way of getting word with him, you just let him know it.
_Nan_.
x.x.xII
_Dear Kate_:
Billy is all right. I got him planted in a place where Jim would never dare look for him. I was in an awful fix. Every time I turned around it seemed I saw some one from Jim, and I got so scared I couldn"t do my work, because every time I come home, I thought perhaps they might have copped him. Did you ever know Tom Ca.s.sidy, a young cop at our Station?
His father was captain there for years and years and years, a great big good-looking Irishman. Well, young Tom is just as good looking as his dad, and he has been awful nice to me. He is the one that took my part before the captain, when the captain tried to give me the third degree.
He walks down to the corner with me every once in awhile, and he likes Billy. The other day he walked home with me and Billy, and I was all in, as I just had a rotten note from Jim. He was so kinda nice, I started a crying in the street, and he said, "You poor little thing, let me go up with you and tell me all about it." First I thought it might be a plant, then I thought I didn"t care, for I had to talk to somebody who had some sense, and it would not be peaching on Jim, for I really didn"t know where he was. So he came up to the room, and I made some coffee to give me time to get my feelings collected so I could talk, and he sat down and played with Billy. Then I told him all about it, how I didn"t know where Jim was, but that he kept a touching me all the time, till I didn"t have a cent left, and now he was threatening to take the kid. He was awful nice, and patted my hand with his great big hand, and said, "You poor little red head, it has sure made you peaked looking. Your eyes are bigger than your face. What you going to do?" "That"s just it,"
I said, "I don"t know what to do. I"ve got to work, I can"t set around and watch Billy all the time. I just don"t know _what_ to do. If I could only get him away somewhere where they couldn"t find him, I"d tell the whole bunch to go to h.e.l.l."
"Say, kid," he said, "I got an idea. Why don"t you send him up to my mother"s? We got a swell little house up at 225th Street, lots of room, a big yard where he could play, and ma would be tickled to death to have him. She is dippy on kids, and since me and Jack growed up, she says her hands have been empty." I nearly fainted, a thinking of Billy in the home of a cop, cause that is the last place on earth they would think of looking for him, and then I got suspicious again. You know, Kate, I have got an awful bad suspicious disposition. I am looking everywhere for a plant, but I studied it all over, and I couldn"t see none in this, and I was so tickled that I couldn"t say even "thank you." Tom said to me, "Now, you put his little duds in a bundle, and when I go off duty at four o"clock, I will come and get you, and we will go up on the subway."
Then I got a thinking after he went away that some of Jim"s friends might be watching the house, so I went down to Ca.s.sidy"s beat, and told him I would meet him at the Grand Central, where there wouldn"t be so much danger of us being piped off.
Talk about a grand little home, Kate. Tom Ca.s.sidy has sure got it, and his mother is the nicest little Irish woman that ever lived! And _Irish_! You could cut her brogue with a knife. But she just laughs all the time, and her face breaks up in the funniest little wrinkles that make you laugh with her. She came to the door herself, wiping her hands on her kitchen ap.r.o.n, and when she saw Tom and me and Billy, she looked at us funny for a minit and then she said, "Say, Tom, ye ain"t been married all these years, and just now a bringing your family to your old mother?" Tom laughed and said, "No such luck, mother, but I"ve adopted a family. I think the house is lonely without kids." She took Billy and me up to a little bed room, and she helped take off his hat and coat, talking all the time, Billy talking back, not a bit scared of her. Then we went down to the kitchen to finish getting supper. Another son came in named Jack who is studying farming and he is crazy about it. Tom introduced him to me by saying, "This is John Ca.s.sidy, farmer, greatest onion expert in the world." The kid, who is about nineteen, said, "Ah, cut it out, Tom," and Tom"s mother said, "Now, don"t plague the bye."
Then we sat down and had the dandiest dinner. We ate in the kitchen, and then I had to go to work. Billy was all right, didn"t seem to feel a bit bad about me going. Jack had him in the back yard, building something with little pieces of wood. Tom went to the station with me, but I wouldn"t let him go no farther, cause I did not want to be seen too much with him. I told him I wouldn"t come and see Billy, cause I might be followed. I tell you, I went home feeling better than when I went up there, cause Jim can do his worse now, he can"t get Billy.
I got your letter, Kate. It was an awful nice letter. You seem all different, and it makes me happy way inside.
Yours, _Nan_.
x.x.xIII
_Dear Kate_:
I don"t know how I"m going to tell you, so you won"t feel too bad. Jim is dead. He sent two or three times to me asking me for money, and I wouldn"t send it to him, cause I didn"t have it, and when the last fellow threatened to take the kid, I told him to go to the devil, that the kid was where they couldn"t touch it. Well, that night I just got home from work and had taken my waist off and was starting to brush my hair when I saw my door open sneaking like, and Jim crept in. I was paralyzed for a minit and couldn"t move, just stood there with the brush on my hair. He had been drinking and looked awful. I said low like, "Jim, for G.o.d"s sake, Jim, why do you come here?" He said, "Where else am I to go?" I said, "Jim, go--go--don"t stay a minit." He didn"t move, just stood and looked at me. "But, Jim," I said, "the police, they"re watching the place." He come up to me and put his face close against mine and I backed away, and said, "Jim, get out. You"ve been drinkin"."
Then he sort of got sore and he said, "What do you mean by sendin" me the messages you have?" I said, "I mean just what I said, I ain"t got no more money to give you," and he sneered at me. "Oh, you ain"t got no money, and you ain"t hauling down thirty a week, are you?" "Well," I said, "suppose I am, it"s mine, ain"t it?" And then he said I ought to divy up when a feller"s in trouble, and at that I got mad. "Divy up?" I said. "_Divy up._ What have I been doin" the last month but divy up.
I"ve give you all I got. Why don"t you get out of the country, you"ll be pinched the first thing you know." And then he said fierce like and with an awful look on his face, "You take it from me, Nan, they"ll never pinch Jim Sheridan. If the bulls git me it"ll be because I can"t handle a gun." I didn"t know what to do with him and I said again, "Get out, Jim, I"m scared to death you"ve been seen." He said, "Gimme some money.
I got to have money." I asked him, "What"ve you done with all I sent you. I"ve give you enough to take you to Australia." He said, "I"ve had to pay for my hidin" and I got to put up some more." That kind of made me sick and I said, "Well, you"ll have to get it from some one else then, I"ve give you the last dollar I"ve got. I"m busted." He kind of saw it was true I think, cause he started looking around the room, then he said, "Where"s the kid?" I said, "Never you mind where he is," and he got sore again and said, "Never mind my own kid. Well, believe me, he"s mine, and I"ve got an idea I want him. Where is he?" and I said, "He"s where you won"t get him." Jim come over to me again and stood in front of me and says, "He is, is he? Well, I"m going to have him," and then I got mad clear through and said, "Well, you can"t have him. So help me G.o.d, Jim, if you try to touch Billy, I"ll peach on you as sure as I"m alive." Jim laughed and said, "Yes, you will, you ain"t that kind," and I said quick, "Oh, I ain"t, ain"t I. No, I ain"t that kind. I been brought up to believe that it"s the last trick to peach, but I"ll go back on all I ever knowed, and put you behind the bars if you ever try to touch that kid." Jim kind of sneered. "What do you want of him?" he said; "he ain"t no better off with you than with me." I said, "Perhaps he ain"t. But he won"t be raised with crooks and grow up feeling that crookedness is straight. He"ll know decent people, not a lot of cheap second story men and dips."
Jim laughed. "You"re a nice one to talk, old Bill Lane"s daughter." And then Kate, oh I said awful things, and I remember every word and go over it all at night. I said, "Yes, and Kate Lane"s sister. I know, I"ve had it rubbed in enough. No one ever says Nancy Lane, they always say Bill Lane"s daughter, Kate Lane"s sister or Jim Sheridan"s sister-in-law.
Hain"t I had that to fight against all my life? Ain"t I lost every good chance that I ever had to work in the good places, just because I"ve had to buck against the reputation of my family? And then when _you_ come in the family, I might a carried the others, but no one could carry you. Why, you dirty crook, you"re known from San Francisco to New York, and I"ve had to work in cheap shows and dirty cabarets just because of you always coming and queering me when I got started. Look at the crowd I go with," I said. "Do you suppose I"m crazy about them? But I have to go with that kind, the kind that don"t fall dead, when they find out who I am." Jim looked at me a minit, then he said, "You"re getting dam nice lately, what"s the matter with you?" I thought a minit and then I said, "Yes, I"m different, I know it, but I"ve had most two years of not havin" to be scared to death, not having to look over my shoulder for fear a cop was following me to find out about some of you. I"ve been able to read the papers without being scared I"d see some of your names in it, and I"ve been allowed to work in peace. And I"ve done good work too, I"ve been able to leave the rotten joints and I"m workin" up, and I"d get to the top if I was left alone. Why the only peace I"ve had in all my life has been the last year when you and Dad and Kate was all in jail. I been able to sleep nights knowing where you all was and that you couldn"t be doing nothing to get in trouble."
Jim said, "Oh, can the hot air. I want the kid, I"m going to get out, but I"m going to take him with me." I said, "Yes, you are, _nit_." Jim looked at me kind of curiously for a minit and said, "What are you so crazy about him for, why do you want him?" I said, "I don"t know what I want him for. I don"t know, but you won"t have him. He"s the first thing I ever had in my life that"s sweet and clean, and he"s the first thing that ever loved me without thinking what they could make out of me. Why, when he was in the country and he"d come to the gate to meet me, with his eyes shining with love and his face all dimpling with laughs, I"d choke up and some times not be able to speak. Billy"s made me _live_.
He"s made something new come to me, he"s made me see all life different, and I"m going to pay him back for what he"s done for me by giving him a chance." Jim laughed, "You give him a chance," he said, "what kind of a chance can you give him?" I said, "I don"t know for sure. I ain"t got it all figured out, but he"s going to have his chance to grow up like other men." Jim acted sore again and said, "Ah--what"s the use of talking. We"re wasting time. I want money and I"m going to have the kid. If I can"t find him I"ll put the gang wise, and some of them"ll find him all right." At that I think I just went off my head, and I didn"t care whether the police heard me or not. I said, "Jim, don"t you _dare_ to try to take Billy. Don"t you _dare_ to put any of your dirty gang on to get him away from me. I tell you I"ll peach on you. I"ll find out where you"re hiding and I"ll bring the police there myself. I"ll fight for Billy. I"ll fight as any woman"ll fight for a baby. If you dare to touch him or let any of your sneakin" pals come near him, I"ll follow you till I see you behind the bars if I have to follow you till h.e.l.l freezes over." Jim seemed as if he couldn"t speak for a minit, then his face got red and he come towards me. He said, low and fierce like, "Tell me where that kid is." I said, and moved away from him, "I won"t tell you." He said again to me, "I say, tell me where he is." I said again, "I won"t tell you. He"s planted where you"ll never find him." I was standing by the bed and he grabbed me by the throat, and bent me over backwards, and his eyes just burned into mine. "Oh," he said, "You won"t tell me, you won"t--we"ll see if you won"t, by--" and just then the door opened and three plain clothes men and two cops walked in. I don"t know how it happened. I don"t know nothing that happened after Jim turned and knew the game was up, but there was three quick shots all at once, and when the smoke cleared away, Jim was lying on his back on the floor, one of the plain clothes men had a bullet through his shoulder. They bent over and found that Jim was all in.
Pretty soon an ambulance come, and he was took away. The sergeant talked to me, but I can"t remember nothing he said. It all happened so quick, that it seemed an awful nightmare, and I just sat there, saying "yes and no" to the sergeant, not understanding nor caring. When they all went away, Tom Ca.s.sidy stayed behind, and he come up to me, and put his arms around my shoulders and said, "You poor little red head, you do seem to be getting more than your share, don"t you?" And at that I just all broke up, and I put my head against his great big chest, and I cried all down the front of his uniform. He just patted me quiet like, and let me cry, and then when things quieted down a bit, he said, "Now, I will tell you what you do. You just put on your bonnet and I will take you up to the old lady"s. You don"t want to sit here alone, and Billy will be tickled to death to see you." I said, I didn"t want to be a trouble to him, that having one of us was enough, and he said, "My grandmother"s grey cat"s kittens, why you won"t be no trouble, mother likes somebody to wipe the dishes, and Jack likes somebody to talk onions to. We have all heard it, but it will be new to you." Well, he helped me find my hat, and he almost put the hat pin through my brains, and he helped me find my blouse, I had been a setting all the time without a waist and didn"t know it, and he was awful nice, never showed by the bat of an eye that I wasn"t dressed in a mackintosh. Then when I had powdered my eyes, we went over to the station. He wasn"t on duty, but he had heard the men talking about Jim being at my place, and he come along with them to see that nothing happened to me.
I am going to stay here a week. I can"t work and Tom went and saw the manager and Fred Keeney, my dancing partner, and got me off for a week.
Mabel Sullivan is going to take my place. She dances a good deal better than I have the last month since I have been so worried, so it"ll be all right. Billy is looking fine. He calls the old lady "granny" and talks as Irish as she does. She is crazy about him, and says she will never let me take him away.
Now, don"t feel too broke up, Kate. I am afraid I haven"t told you very well about it, but I had rather have you hear it from me, so you will get it straight. There is no use a telling you I am sorry, cause I ain"t. I always hated Jim"s eyes, yet I wouldn"t have peached on him, nor done nothing to hurt him.
Yours, _Nan_.
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_Dear Kate_: