The Brackett News-Mail (Brackettville, Tex.), Vol. 33, No. 22, Ed. 1 Friday, June 20, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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lv MARTHA DELUNGER
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SYNOPSIS.
Agatha Redmond, opera singer, starting
*or an auto driv« tn New York, finds a
at ranker sent as ner chauffeur. I^ater
she Is actuated by it stranger who climbs
into the auto and chloroforms her. James
Hamhleton of Lynn. Maas., witnesses the
abduction of Agutlia Redmond. Hamble-
ton sees Agatha forcibly taken aboard a
yacht. He secures a tug and when near
the yacht drops overboard. Aleck Van
Camp, friend of Hamhleton, had an ap-
pointment with him. Not meeting Ham-
bleton, he makes a call upon friends.
Madame and Miss Melanie lteynler. He
proposes to the latter and Is refused. The
three arrange a coast trip on Van Camp's
yacht, the Sea dull. Hamhleton wakes
up on board the Jeanne D'Arc. the yacht
on which Is Agatha Redmond He meets
a man who Introduces himself as Mon-
sieur Chatelard. who Is Agatha's abduc-
tor. They fight, but are Interrupted by
the sinking of the ypssel. Jimmy and
Agatha are abandoned by the crew, who
take to the bonts. Jimmy and Agatha
swim for hours and finally reach shore
In a thoroughly exhausted condition Re-
covering slightly, the pair And Hand, the
chauffeur who assisted In Agatha's ab-
duction. Tie ngrees to help them. Jim is
delirious and on the verge of death. Hand
goes for help Ho returns with I>r.
Thayer, who revives Jim, and the party
Is conveyed to C'harlesport, where Aga-
tha's property Is located. Van Camp and
his party, In the Sea QU11, renoh Charles*
port and get tidings of the wreck of the
Jeanne D’Arc. Aleck finds Jim on the
verge of dea'h and Agatha In despair.
Dr Thayer declares his sister. Mrs. H’nd-
dard. Is the only one who can save Jtm.
Rhe Is a womnn of strong religious con-
victions, and dislikes Agatha on account
of her profession. Rhe refuses to nurse
Jim Agatha pleads with her and she
consents to take the case. Hand explains
how he- escaped from the wreck, though
the ab-
amves
and- departed, leaving Lizzie wrapped
In righteous Indignation.
"Well, 1 never!" she exclaimed, aft-
er her mistress had disappeared.
“Can't see him, after coming all this
way! And Into a country like this,
too, where there’s only one bath-tub,
and you fill that from a pump In the
yard!"
he will say nothing concerning
■ductlpn. T.lzr.le', Agatha's maid,
from New York.
CHAPTER XV.—Continued.
"That is true, Lizzie; it was Irreg-
ular, and certainly very Inconvenient.
And It Is serious enough, so far as
breaking my engagements Is con-
cerned. Rut the circumstances were
very unusual and—pressing. Some
one else gave the message at the ho-
tel, and, as you know, I had no time
even to get a satchel."
"That's what I said when the re-
porters came-—that you were so wor-
ried over your sick relative that you
■did not wait for anything."
Agatha groaned. "Did—did the pa-
pers have much to say about my
leaving town?”
“They had columns. Miss Redmond,
and some of them had ^our picture on
the front page with an* announcement
of your elopement. But Mr. Straker
contradicted that; he told them he
had heard from you, and that you
were at the bedside of a dying rela-
tive. Besides that. Miss Redmond, the
difficulty In getting up an elopement
story was the lack of a probable man.
Your manager and your accompanist
were both found and Interviewed, and
there wasn’t 'anybody else In New
York except me who knew you Your
discretion. Miss Redmond, has always
been remarkable.”
Agatha was suddenly tired of Lizzie.
"Very well, Lizzie, that will do. You
may go and get your own things un-
packed We Bhan’t return to New
York for several days yet.”
"You've heard from Mr. Straker, of
course, Miss Redmond?”
"No, but 1 have written to him, ex-
plaining everything. Why?”
"Oh, nothing; only when 1 sent him
word that I had heard from you, he
said at first that he was coming here
with me. Some business prevented
him, but he must have telegraphed."
“Maybe he has; but It takes some
time, evidently, for a hidden person
to be discovered In Ilion.”
As soon as the words were ofT her
Ups, Agatha realized that she had
made a slip. One has to look sharp
when talking to a sophisticated maid.
“But were you hiding, Miss Red-
mond?" Llzxle artlessly Inquired.
"Oh, no, Lizzie; don't be silly. The
telegram probably went wrong; tele-
grams often do "
"Not when Mr. Straker sends them,"
proffered Lizzie. “But If his telegrams
have gone wrong, you may count on
hls coming down here himself. He Is
much worried over the rehearsals,
which begin early in the month, he
said. And he got the full directions
you sent me for coming bere; he
would have them."
Agatha knew her manager's perti-
nacity when once on the track of an
object. Moreover, the humor of the
situation passed from her mind, leav-
ing only a vivid Impression of the
trouble and worry which ware sure to
follow yich s serious-breaking up of
wall established plans. She was rare-
ly capricious, even under vexation,
but she yielded to a caprice at this
moment, and .one, moreover, that was
very unjust toward her much-tried
manager. The thought of that man
bursting In upon her In the home that
had been the fastidious Hercules
Thayer's, In the midst of her anxiety
and sorrow over James Hamhleton,
was Intolerable.
"If Mr. Straker should by any
ehance follow me here, you must toll
him that I earn not see him." she said.
CHAPTER XVI.
A Fighting Chance.
The dining-room of the old red house
was cool, and fragrant from the blos-
soming heliotrope bed below Its win-
dow. The twilight, which Is long In
eastern Maine, shed a soft glow over
the old mahogany and silver, and an
equally soft and becoming radiance
over the two women seated at the
table. After a sonorous blessing;, ut-
tered by Mrs. Stoddard In tones full
of unction, she and Agatha ate sup-
per In a sympathetic silence. It was
a meal upon which Sallie Kingsbury*
expended her best powers as rook,
with no mean results; but nobody
took much notice of it, after all. Mrs.
Stoddard poured her tea Into her
suuce'r, drinking aad eating nbsent-
rnludedly. Her face lighted with
something very like a smile whenever
she caught Agatha’s eyes, but to her
talk w&s not necessary. Sallie hov-
ered nround the door, even though
Lizzie had condescended to put on a
white apron and serve. But Agatha
sent the city maid away, bidding her
wait on the people In the sick-room
instead.
Mr. Hand had been left with the
patient and had acquiesced In the plan
to stay on duty until midnight, when
Mrs. Stoddard was to be called.
Agatha had spent an hour with James,
helping Mrs. Stoddard or watching the
patient while the nurse made many
necessary trips to the kitchen. The
sight of James' woeful plight drove
every thought from her mind. En-
gagements and managers lost their
teallty, and became Bhadow me.rriories
beside the vividness of hls desperate
need. He had no knowledge of her,
or of any efforts to secure hls com-
fort. He talked Incessantly, some-
times In a soft, unintelligible murmur,
sometimes In loud and emphatic tones
Hls eyes were brilliant but wandering,
his movements were abrhpt or violent,
heedless or feeble, as the moment de-
creed. He talked about the dingy;
nasty fo'cas'le. the absurdity of hls
not being able to got around, the fine
outfit of the Sea Gull, the chill of the
water. He sometimes swore softly,
almost apologetically, and ho uttered
most unchristian sentiments townrd
some person whom he described ns
wearing extremely neat and dandified
clothes.
After the first five minutes Agatha
paid no heed to hls words, and could
tear to stay In the room only when
she was able to do something to
soothe or comfort him. She was not j
wholly unfamiliar with Illness and the
trouble that comes In Its train, but (
the sight of James, with his unrecog
nizing eyes and his w!*s astruy, a
superb engine' gony wild, brought a !
sharp and hitherto unknown pain to
her throat. She stood over his bed.
holding his hands when he would
reach frenzledly Into the air after
some object of hia feverish desire;
she coaxed him back tr> his pillow
when he fancied he must run to catch
something that was escaping him. It
took nerve and strength to care for
him; unceasing vigilance and ingenu-
ity were required In circumventing hls
erratic movements.
And through It all there was some-
thing about hls clean, honest mind
and person that stirred only affection
ate pity. was a child, taking a
child's liberties. Mrs. Stoddard brood
ed over him already, as a mother over
her deareat non; Mr. Hand had turned
gentle as a woman and gave the serv-
ice of love, not of the eye. Hta skill
In managing almost rivaled Mrs. Stod-
dard's. James accepted Hand's min- I
latratlons aa a matter of course, be
came more docile under hla treatment,
and watched for him when he disap-
peared. Indeed, the whole household
was taxed for James; and Agatha,
deeply distressed as she was. throbbed
with gratitude that she could help
care for him. If only for an hour.
Thus It was that the two women,
eating their aupper and looking out
oveT Hercules Thayer’s pleasant gar-
den. were silent. Mrs. 8toddard was
thinking about the dutlea of tbs night.
Agatha was swallowed up In the mis-
eries of the last hour. Mrs. Stoddard
was the first to rise. She was tipping
off on her Angara a number of Items
which Agatha did not catch, saying
"Hm!" and "Yes!" to herself. Despite
her deep anxiety, Mrs. Stoddard was
In bar element. She bad nothing less (
than genius in nursing She was cheer
ful, quick In emergencies, steady un-
der the excitement of the sick-room,
and faithful In small, us well us large,
mutters. Moreover, she excelled most
doctors In her ability to Interpret
changes and symptoms, and In her In-
genuity In dealing with them. Her two
duys wjth Janies had given her an un-
derstanding of the case, and she was
ready with new devices for hls relief.
Agatha finished her tea and Joined
Mrs. Stoddard as she stood looking
out Into the twilight, seeing things
not visible to the outward eye.
"Yes, that's It," she ended abruptly,
thinking aloud; then Including Agatha
without any change of tone, she went
on: "I think we’d better change our
plans a little. I’m going up-stairs now
to stay while your Mr. Hand goes
over to the house for me. There are
several things I want from home."
Agatha had no conception of having
an opinion that wan contrary to Mrs.
Stoddard’s, so completely was she
won by her tower-like strength.
"You know, Mrs. Stoddard,” she
said earnestly, “that 1 want to be told
at once, if—if there is any change.”
"I know, child," the older woman re-
plied, with u faraway look. "We are
in the Lord's hands. He taketh the
young in their might, and ho healeth
them'that are nigh unto death We
can only, wait Ills will.”
Agatha was the product of a differ-
ent age and a different system of
thought. But she was still young, and
the pressure of the hour revived In
her some ghost of her Puritan ances-
tral faith, longing to become a real-
ity In her heart again, If onjy for this
dire emergency. She turned, eager
but painfully embarrassed, to Mrs
Stoddard, detaining her by a touch on
her arm.
“But you said, Mrs. Stoddard," she
Implored, "that the prayer of faith
shall heal the sick. And 1 have been
praying, too; I have tried to summon
my faith. Do you believe that It
counts—for good?”
Mrs. Stoddard's rapt gaze blessed
Agatha. Her faith and courage were
of the type that rise according to
need. She drew nearer to her sanctu-
ary, to the fountain of her faith, as
her earthly peril waxed Her voice
rang with confidence as she almost
chanted: "No striving toward God Is
ever lost, dear child. He is with us
in our sorrow, even as In our joy.”
Her strong hand closed over Agatha’s
for a moment, and then her steady,
slow steps sounded on the stairs,
Agatha went Into the parlor, whose
windows opened u|>on the piazza, and
from there wandered down the low
steps to the lawn. It was growing
dusk, a still, comfortable evening.
Over the lawn lay the Indescribable
freshness of a region surrounded by
many trees and sen s of grass. Pres-
ently the old hound, Danny, came
slowly from his kennel In the back
yard, and paced the grass beside
Agatha, looking up often with melan-
choly eyes into her face. Here was a
living yellc of her mother’s dead
friend, carrying In hls countenance
his sorrow for hls departed master.
Agatha longed to comfort him a little,
convey to him the thought that she
would love him and try to understand
hls nature, now that his rightful mas-
ter was gone. She talked softly to
him, calling him to her but not touch-
ing him. Back and forth they paced,
the old dog following closer and closer
to Agatha's heels.
Rarhs of the house was a path lead-
ing diagonally across to the whII
which separated Parson Thayer's
place from the meeting-house. The
dog rieemed Intent on following this
path. Agatha humored him, climbed
the low stile and entered the church
yard. As the hound leaped the stile
after her. he wagged his tall and ap
beared happy. Agatha remembered
that Sallie had told her, on the day of
her arrival, of the dog. and how he
was accustomed to walk every eve-
ning with hls master. Doubtless they
sometimes walked here, among the
silent company assembled In the
churchyard: and the minister’s silent
friend was now having the peculiar
satisfaction of doing again what he
had once done with hls masteiv Thus
the little acre of the dead had Its
claim on life, and ita happiness for
throbbing hearts.
Agatha called the old dog to her
again. Thla time he came near, rubbed
hard against her dreaa, and. when she
aat down on a flat tombstone, Uid hls
head comfortably tn her lap, wagging
hia tall la satisfaction.
Denny was a companion who did not
obstruct thought, but enoouraged It;
and as Agatlla aat resting on the
stone with Danny eloaa by. In that
quiet yard foil of the noiseless ghosts
of the past, her thought went beck to
James. Hla unnatural a yea and reob-
laas spirit haunted her. Rhe thought
•f that other night on the water, fell
of heart break lag straggle as It was.
aa a happy night compared to the one
which was yet to come. She realized
their foolish talk while they were on
the beach, and smiled sadly over It
Her courage was at the ebb. She felt
that the buoyancy of spirit that hud
sustained them both during the ntght
of struggle could never revisit the
w-asted and disorganized body lying in
Parson Thayer's house—her house. A
certain practical Sense that was
strong In her rose and questioned
whether she t.aj done everything that
could bo dono for hls welfare. She
thought so. Had ahe not even prayed,
with all her concentration of mind
and will? She heard again Susan
Stoddard’s deep voice: "No striving
toward God Is evef losjL!" In spite of
her unfaith, a sense of rest In a pow-
er larger than herself came upon her
Unawares. Danny, who had waudered
away, came back and sut down heavi-
ly on the edge of her skirt, close to
her. "Good Danny!” slip praised, pet-
ting him to his heart's content.
It was thus that Aleck Van Camp
found them, as he came over the stile
from the house. Hls tones were slow-
er and more precise than ever, but hls
face w»h drawn and marked with anx-
iety. He had a careful thought for
Agatha, even In the face of hls great-
er trouble.
"You have chosen a bad hour to
wander about. Miss Redmond. The
evening dews are heavy.”
"Yes, I know; Danny and I were
Just going home. Have you been Into
the house?”
"Yes, 1 left Doctor Thayer there In
consultation with the other physician
that came today. T^hey sent me off.
Old Jim—well, you know as’well as
I do With your permission. I’m go-
ing to stay the night, i’ll bunk tn the
hall, or anywhere. Don’t think of a
bed for me; I don't want one.’’
"I'm glad you'll stay. It seems,
somehow, us if every one helps; that
Is, every one who cares for him."
"Doctor Thayer thinks there will be
a change tonight, though it ts difficult
to tell, Jim’s family have my tele-
gram by this time, and they will get
my letter tomorrow, probably. Any-
way, I shall wait until morning before
I send another message.’’
The tension of their thoughts was
too sharp; they turned for relief to
the scene before |hetn, stopping at
the stile to look back at the sloepled
white church, standing under its
spreading baIm-of-Gilead tree,
"It Beems strange,’’ said Agatha,
"to think that I sat oiit there under
that big tree as a little girl, Every-
thing is so different now.”
"Ilion, then, was once your home?"
"No, never my home, though it was
once my mother’s home. I used to
visit here occasionally, years and
years ago," ,
Aleck produced hls quizzical grin.
"A gallant person would protest that
that Is incredible.”
"I wasn’t angling for gallantry,"
Agatha replied wearily. ”1 am twen-
ty-six, and I haven't been here cer-
tainly since I was eight years old.
Eighteen years nrp a good many."
"To youth, yes,” acquiesced Aleck.
"Which reminds ine, by contrast, of
the hermit; he was so Incredibly old.
It was he who unwittingly put me oh
Jim’s trail. He said that the owner or
proprietor of the Jeanne D'Arc was
dropped ashore on his Island.”
"Monsieur Chatelard?" cried Agatha.
"I don't know hls name."
“If It was Monsieur Chatelard,"
Agatha paused, looking earnestly at
Aleck, "if It was lie, it is the man who
tricked me into Ills motor-car in New
^ork, drugged me and carried me
aboard his yacht while I was' uncon-
scious." •
Aleck turned a sharp, though not
unsympathetic, gaze upon Agatha. "I
have fold no oue hut Doctor Thayer,
nnd he did not believe me. But It Ib
quite true; the wreck saved me, prob
nbly. from something worse, though I
don't know what."
If there had been skepticism on
Aleck's face for anv Instant It had dls
eppeared instead, there was deep
concern, as he considered the rase.
"Had you ever seen the inun Cbato-
lar<V before?”
"Never to my knowledge ."
"Did ho visit )ou c; board the
jacht?”
"Only once. 1 was put Into the
charge of an old lady, a Frenchwoman.
Madame Sofle; evidently a trusted
chaperon, or nurse, or something Itko
flint. (When 1 came to myself In a
very luxurious cabtn in the yacht, this
old woman was talking to ui« tn
French—* strange medley that I could
make nothing of. When I was better
she questioned me about—everything,
saying ‘Mon Dieu!* at every answer I
made. Then she left and was gone a
long tune: and when she came back,
that man was with her. I learned aft-
erward that he was called Monsieur
Chatelard. They both looked at me,
arguing fiercely In such a furious
j French that 1 could not understand
more than half they said They
looked ns If they were appraising me,
| like an article for sale, but Madnms
| Sofle held out steadily, on some point,
; agalnat Monsieur Chatelard. and final-
j ly It appeared that she converted him
; to her own point of view He went
away very angry, and I did not see
him again, except at a distance, until
the night of the wreck.”
“Did you find out where they were
going, or who was back of their
scheme?”
“No, nothing: or very little. There
was money Involved. 1 could tell that
But no names were mentioned, nor
any places that I can remember. You
see, I was III from the effects of the
chloroform, and frightened; too, I
think."
"I don’t wonder," said Aleck, wrlnk
ling hls homely face. He remained
silent wlitle he searched, mentally,
for a clue.
”1 found out, through my maid, who
arrived today, that some one of the
kidnaping party had been clever
enough to aond a false message to the
hotel, explaining my sudden depar-
ture.”
"I see, I see," said Aleck, going over
the story In hls mind. And presently,
"Where does Hand come In? And
how did Jim happen to be aboard the
Jeanne D’Arc?”
"Hand w-as some sort of henchman
to Monsieur Chatelard, 1 believe. And
he told me that your cousin was
picked up In New York harbor, swltjt-
mlng for life. It appeared. No one
seemed to know any more.”
Aleck stopped short; looked nt
Agatha, pursed hls lips for a whistle
and remained silent. They had arrived
at the porch steps, and were tacitly
waiting for the doctors to descend stul
give them, If possible, some encour
nfiement for the coming night. But
the story of the Jeanne D’Arc had
grown more complicated than Aleck
had anticipated, and much wan yet to-
be explained. Aleck was slow, ns al
ways, in thinking It through, but he
figured it out, finally, to a certain
point, ami expressed himself thus:
"That’s the way with your steady ♦el-
lows; they're all the bigger fools when
they do Jump ”
"Pardon me, I didn’t catch1—”
"Oh, nothing." said Aleck, half Ir-
ritably, "I only said Jim needed a
poke, like that heifer over In the next
field.”
Agatha understood the boyish Irrl
tatlon, cloaking the love of the man.
“You nvay be able to get more Infor-
mation about your cousin from Mt
Hand,” she said. "He would be likely
to know as much as anybody.”
“Well, however it happened, he's
here now!”
“Though If It had not been for hls
fearful struggle for mo he would not
have been so 111,’’.said Agatha miser
ably. Aleck, with one foot on the low
step of the piazza, stopped and turned
squarely toward her. His face was no
less miserable thnn Agatha’s, but be-
hind hls wretchedness and anxiety
was some masculine reserve of power,
and a longer view down the corridors
of time. He held her eye with a look
of grout earnestness,
“I love old Jim, Miss Redinond
We've been boys and men together,
and good fellows always. But don't
think that I’d regret hls struggle for
you, as you call It, even if It should
mean the worst. He couldn't have
done otherwise, nnd I wouldn’t have
had hint. And if It’s to be a—a home
run—why, then, Jim would like that
far better than to die of old nge or
liver complaint. It's all right. Miss
Redmond.”
Aleck's Blow words came with a
double meaning to; Agatha. She heard,
through them. e.chocs of James Ham-
bleton's boyhood; she saw a picture of
his straight and dauntless youth. Hho
held out to Aleck a hand that trem
bled, but her face shono with grati-
tude.
Aleck took her hand respectfully,
ktndlv, tn his warm grasp. “Besides,”
he said simply, "wo won’t give up
He's got a fighting chstiCo. yet."
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
JAIL FUGITIVE IS
HOOTED BY MITES
Members of Gay Little Club Dis-
like Crude Action.
HE VIOLATED A RULE
Besides Bsing Ostracised. Hs Was
Adornad With a Length of Chain
and an Eighteen-Pound Iron Ball
to Drag Around.
Mlneola. N. Y.—Residents of the
Nassau county Jail were so deeply
mortified at the conduct of one of
their number that they at once an-
nounced their Intention of tending a
round robin to Sheriff DeMott, repudi-
ating the man and promising to have
! uo social Intercourse with hint.
loseph Grella was the object of
, their scorn, lie had violated all the
I rules of the pleasant retreat, and had
sought to get away from It. When he
was captured and brought back not a
man would speak to him. It simply
"isn’t done," you know, to try to get
out of that jail. Only Insane persons,
the guests say, ever wish to get out.
Grella, who was serving a four-
months' term for the attempted kid-
naping of Mary Cincllo, last 'Novem-
ber. took Advantage of the steata hour
nnd put a plank up against the flfteen-
fpot wall. He made so much noise
that he woke several of the other ten-
ants They spied bint near the top
of the plunk.
“Hey, what’ro you tryln' to do?"
they called to him. .
"Make a getaway.’’ was hls answer,
as he bestrode the wall.
“Aw, nix, Grella. don't do It!" ad-
vised the others. "What’s your kick?
Ain’t the grub all right? Ain’t the
sleeps all right? Ain't we all be little
pals together havin' a good time and
I bc'ii’ treated square? Don’t do It.
Vou’11 get the sheriff tn Dutch and
queer things all around."
“That’s all right, but I'm goln’,’’ an-
swind Grella, and he dropped down
| on the other side of the wall.
Sheriff DeMott's guests weren’t go-
: lug to stand anything like that, so
I they ran around the jail until they
found Winfield Box. a guard, and told
him In sorrowed and ashamed tones
what hud happened. ’ Box ran outside,
cheered by the cries of ’’Hope you
Making the Home Unhappy
Too Frcqusnt Losses of Temper Re-
sult In Much Misery Which Might
Easily Be Avoided.
Possessing apparently all the essen-
tials that make for comfort, ease, and
happiness, more than a few homes
fall to give this expected result, and
someone has asked; What Is gener-
ally the cause of this?
work of this day, Irritated that their
wishes have not been carried out.
that on them fall annoyance and
duties which they feel should belong
to others, that difficulties seem ever
In thetr-patti, and so on. will perhaps
I voice their displeasure and strike a
i responsive note of Irritation In the
| rest, and quickly the whole atmoe-
] phere is charged with the poison of
| bitterness and resentment
To put It very plainly, unnecessary A ,ltU. raor. car„ )ir
exhibitions of temper more quickly ,.pw;U|,y about th. trWUJ.
that* anythin* else mar tb* harmony I jtie* and Don#»»»**ntlal« of happy
of a home. There may not be open | enC()> and the peace that should reign
strife, but temper, as little rifts with- , lD a hom* ,what#*er ,u m.t.rial set
in the lute, give out Incessant die- | tlng woald "roor<l ^ imrt UDd,%
cords Brothers and slaters, each, j j^rbed Exhibitions of temper la
perhaps, with an unconscious craving ^hlldrenr-no matter whst the cause,
to manage or suppress the other, may l should always be taken ae’a fault to
never have been taught to realise the b, #r*dleated This does not crush
powerful Influence of tael, and their j the spirit of Indignation at wrona. oi
little comments and bickerings will j weaken the fighting Instinct, ln;i It
quickly rouse disputes that may goes aid In averting hasty Judgment*
make the onlooktng parents heartsick al,<] Kive time ,for viewing »Vf
The husband and wtfa. tired with the , trow many point,*. -Each*age
Turned Their Heads and Cut Him
Dead.
k'-tcli him, Win!” and saw Grella leg-
ging it down the road about a quarter
mile away
The guard commandeered the bicy-
cle of an astonished youth, who was
riding by, and started In pursuit.
] Grella turned off tnto a road that led
up a hill when Box got within olio
hundred yards of him. In his desper-
ate efforts at a final eprint, the giiani
bore so heavily on hls handlebars
that the front tire of hls wheel ex-
ploded.
llox was piled In a heap upon the
road. But he retained hls presence
of mind and his pipe, which he bad
stuffed still burning, Into hls pocket
wheu he started the chase. Seeing
Grella turn and lessen speed at the
sound of the exploding tire, the quick-
witted guard grabbed the pipe from
| hls pocket (it was still smoking), and,
pointing It at the runaway, yelled:
“Stop, or I'll shoot again!”
Grella. Ignorant of the ruses of
great detective*, halted and put up
hls hands. Box walked up to him and
j handcuffed him. The prisoner was Ini
i a gnat rage when he found how ha
had been duped, but hla captor roaraly
smiled at him tn a superior way and
ordered him to march right back to
the jail, the hospitality of which he
had violated
■Well, here I am again." Grella an-
nounced with a grin, as ha was taken
back within the Inclosure
Don't speak to him, fallows,” whis-
pered one of the most prominent
guests. So nobody did. Hls former
associates simply turned their heads
away and cut him deed
“Serves him perfectly well right,"
said the other. They think be mast
be unbalanced anyway, for hls term
would have been up soon. That- ts
the only excuse—mental flatwbeels
—that whuld. In their opinion. Justify
a man In leaving the lovely jail at any
'line until he had1 to do to.
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