The bookmaker was a good-hearted chap, but cursed with a violent temper. He had a quarrel one day with a patron who imagined he had won on a certain race. The bookmaker was in the right, but lost his temper. He struck but one blow, and a moment later found with a thrill of horror that he was a murderer. Then he fled, escaped his pursuers, and sought refuge in an obscure boarding house, where he was not known. The girl was an unfortunate. 8he was hard working but feeble, and found it difficult to obtain employment. At last all her money was gone, and the future held out no promise, so she decided to end it all in the dark waters of the river. The bookmaker happened to be taking a stroll at the time; he never went out in the daytime, being afraid of being captured. He saw the girl make her leap, plunged in after her, and saved her life. She told him her sad story and he pitied her. Leading her to his boarding house, he placed her in the care of the kindly landlady, and made himself responsible for her. The two friendless ones soon fell in love, were married, took a tiny cottage in a suburban town, and for a time were very happy. Then one day a stranger called and the husband told his wife that he had been called out of town on business, but would return as speedily as possible. The wife wondered, but made no comment. She did not notice the handcuffs that united her husband and the stranger. At intervals letters came from the husband. She had no worry over financial matters, but she longed to see the man she loved. Finally she could bear the strain no longer and wrote to her husband in care of his old landlady. She told him how much she missed him and confided that her health was much worse and her doctor gave her but a short time to live. The letter was delivered to the husband at a penitentiary, where he was a convict serving a long sentence. It maddened him to make his escape. It was successful, but when he reached his cottage, his wife was dying. He managed to elude her until he had a chance to change his convict stripes. Then he went to her and told her he was back from his business trip, and would never leave her again. The man was kneeling by his wife s side, when the door was pushed open softly, and two prison guards entered. They were prepared for fight, but there was no fight in the convict. He turned to the men, raised his hand warningly, pointed to his wife and whispered, “Dying. Wait.” The rough guards stood back respectfully. The woman gasped and expired. Her husband kissed her hands, folded them reverently over her breast, then turned to the waiting guards, and held out his arms for handcuffs. He did not care what became of him on this earth, for the soul of the only person he loved had gone to plead for him before the Great White Throne.