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Show I BssssBssfee jflaar "HLWw Jar 61902 AJUUiUTOGK60sV ; (Continued From our Lot Issnic) His head was not aching; but there 1 throbbed within his head, ceaselessly 1 and enormously, a pulse that seemed I to shake him at Its every' beat. It1 was going knock, knock, knock began to have the feeling that if thlsi frightful knocking continued It wouldl heats it way out. Something' would, jrivc way. tie was the father of Kffle -hild; he waa the murderer of' P!ffie and her child! He waa neither:1 but the crlmea were fastened upon him as ineradicable pigment upon' his skin. Ho was a betrayer and a murderer, and' every refutation that he ould produce turned to a orand in his hand and branded him yet more deeply. He writhed In torment. Forever, he would carry the memory I of lhat fierce and sweating face preysinr towards him across the table In that court No! It was another an-other face that stood like flame before be-fore his eyes. Twynlng! Twynlr.K. Twynlng! The prompter, the goader. of that passionate man's passion, the instigator and instrument of this his uiier and appalling destruction. Twynlng, Twyn-lng, Twynlng ,Twynlng! Ho ground, his teeth upon the name. Ho twisted in his obair upon the thought Twynlng, Twyn-lng, Twynlng, Twynlhg!' aenock, knock, knock! Ah, that knocking, that knocking! Something was going to give way In a minute. 1 must be abated. A feverish desire to smoke came upon him. He felt in his pockets pock-ets for his clgaret case. He hnd not got it. He remembered that ho had started for Brighton without it. discovered dis-covered there that he had left it behind. be-hind. He Started to hunt for It He remembered a previous occ asion of I searchlnK for it like this Wh-n Ah. When Kffio had told him she had found it lying about and had put It of all absurd places for a cigaret case in the back of the clock. Effle' Ho went quickly 10 the clock and opened it Good' It was there. He snat' bed it up Something else I here A folded paper. His name penciled on it; Mr. Sabre. She had left a message for hirrf' That clgaret rae business had been deliberately done! Ho began to rad Tears stood in his pyr-s Pitiful, oh .pitiful. He turned the page knock, knock, knock! Tin: knocking suddenly ceased. He threw up his hand. He gave a very loud cry'- A single note. A note of extraordinary ex-traordinary exultation. "Ha!" He crslied the paper between hla hands. Ho cried aloud: "Into my hands' Into my hands thou hast dc-1 dc-1 . ered him '" He opened the paper, and read again, his hand shaking, and now a most terrible trembling upon him. near Mr. Sabre, I wanted you to go to Brighton so I could he alone to do what I am just going to do You see they won't let me keep my little baby and now I have made things too terrible for no So 1 see the only thing to do Is to take myself out of It all and tike my little baby with me. Soon I shall explain thing to God and then I think it will be quite all right. My lo.irt is filled with gratitude to you I cannot express It, but I shall tdi iod wnen 1 explain everytning CO 1 Him! and my one hope Is that after I have been punished I shall be al-I al-I lowed to meet you again, and thank you there where everything will be I understood. I He turnod over. J I feel I ought to toll you now, before be-fore I leave this world, what I never I was able to tell you or anyone The I t'jthi- of my little baby was Harold . Twynlng who used to be In your I office. e had been secretly naK-d a very, very long time and then he was In an officers' training camp it I Bournemouth where 1 was, anil I don't think I qulto understood We j were going to he married and then he I had to go suddenly, and then he was 'afraid to tell his futhr and then this happened and he was more afraid So that was "how It all was, I do waflt vou. please, to tell Harold that I I qulto forgive him, only I can't MUlte write to him. And dear Mr. 1 abre. I do trust you to bo with Harold what you have always been with me and with everybody gentle and understanding things. Boodbyo 1 nnd may God bless and reward you, ! for ever and ever. EFFIE. II He shouted again ''Hal He cried again; "Into my hands! Into my hands!" I He abandoned himself to a rather horrlMe ecsLasv of hate and passion. His face became rather horrible to see. His face became purple and black and knotted, and the veins on his forehead black. He cried aloud. 'Harold' Harold' Twynlng! Twynlng'" Twyn-lng'" He rather horribly mimicked Twynlng. "Harold's eueh a good boy! Harold's such a good. Christian model boy! Harold s never paid a bad arord or had a had th ought. Harold'? such a good boy." He cried but: 'Harold' such a blackgtiard' Harold's Har-old's such a brackguard! A blackguard black-guard and the son of a vile, infamous, lying, perjured blackguard." His passion and hie hate surmounted surmount-ed hi voice. He choked. He picked up his stock and went with frantic hops to the door. He cried aloud, gritting his teeth upon it. "I'll cram the letter down his throat I'll cram the letter down his throat. I'll take him by the neck. I'll hash him across the face. And I II cram the letter down bis throat. ' The cab driver was resting on his box With purposeful and luxurious' rest. Sabro waved his stick at him. and shouted to him. "Fortune's otflcoj in Tidborough Hard as you can " H wrenched open the door and got In In a moment, the startled horse' scarcely put Into motion by Its start-1 led driver, h. pul his head and aim from the window and was out on the step. Stop' Stop' Let me out. I ve something to get! ' He ran again Into the house and bundled himself up the stairs and Into In-to his room- At his bureau he took a drawer and wrenched It open no that It came out In his band, swung on the sockets of its handle, and scattered Its contents upon the floor. ne article fell heavily. His service revolver He grabbed it up flnd dropped drop-ped on hi? hands and knees, padding eagerly about after scattered cartridges. cart-ridges. As he searched his voice went harshly, "He's hounded me to hell. At the very gates of hell I've got him, got him. and I'll hao him by the throat and hurl him In!" He broke open the breech and Jammed the cartridges In. counting them. "One, two three, four, five, six!" He snapped snap-ped up the breech and Jammed the revolver In his Jacket pocket. Ho went scrambling down th stairs, and as he scrambled down h cried. Til cram the letter, down his throat. When he's sprawling, when he looking look-ing perhap.s I'll out with m gun and I drill him. drill him for the dog. the j dog that he Is." He was arrived' He waa here' "Into my hands! Into my hands'" I He passed into the office and swiftly "Hard as you can." were Sabre' orders. a B he could go up the stairs. Ho en-I en-I countered no one. He came to Twyn-' Twyn-' ing's door and put his hand upon the Latch. Immediately, and enormousl, j so that for a moment he was forced ; to pause, the pulse broko out anew I In his head. Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock Curse the I thing! Never mind! In' In! At him! 1 He went In. Ill On the left, at the far end of the I room. Twynlng -at at his desk. He I was crouched at his desk His head 1 was burled In his hands At his el-I el-I bow, vivid upon the olack expanse of the table, lay a torn envelope dull red. Sabre shut the door and leaned his stick against the wall by the fire. He-took He-took the letter from his pocket and walked across and stood over Twynlng. Twyn-lng. Twynlng had not heard him. He stood over him and looked down upon him. Knock. knock, knock curse the thtif,-. There van Twyn-lng's Twyn-lng's neck, the brown strip between his collar and his head, that In a minute he would catch him by No. aeated thus he would catch his hair and wrench him back and cram his meal upon him Knock, knock knock Curse the thing! He said heavily. "Twynlng. Twyn-I Twyn-I ing, I've come to speak to you about your son '' Twynlng allghtly twisted his face In his hands so as to glance up at Sabre. His face was red. He said ,n an odd, thick voice. "Oh. Sabre, Sabre, Sa-bre, have you heard r" Sabro said, "Heard"" "He's killed My Harold. My boy My boy, Harold. ah, Sabre. Sabre, my boy. my boy., my Harold!" He began to sob; his shoulders heaving. Sabre gave a sound that was Just a whimper. Oh irony of fate! Oh. cynicism Incredible in Its malignancy' ih. cumulative touch' To deliver him. this, his enemy, to strike, and to present him for the knife thus already al-ready stricken' No aound In all the r.ing of aounda whereby man can express emotion ares possible, to express this emotion that now surcharged him. This was! no n.1tn it f mnti't UvUlnv Tki. ... . - w ,m " i.u. v. a s : a special and a private agony of the I gods reserved for victims approved for very nlc and exqutslto exparl-meni exparl-meni H felt himself squeezed rlgh-down rlgh-down beneath a pressure squeezing to hla vitals! and there wai squeezed out of him Just a whimper. Twynlng wa brokenly anylng. "It's j ! good of you to come. Sabrsi I feel It After that business. I'm sorry about It. Sabre I feel your goodnen OO tains o ms like this. But vou know; you always knew, what my boy-was boy-was to mo. My Harold. My Harold. 1 Sm h a good boy. Sabro. Huch a geod I'hristlan boy And now he's gone,' he's gone. Never to ee him again ' My bo. My son Mi ion"' Oh. dreadful! And he went on. distraught and pitiable. "My boy. My Harold. Such good boy. Sabre. Such a perfect boy. My Harold!" The letter was crumpled in Sabre's Sa-bre's right hand. Ho was constrlct- Ing it In hie hand and knocking hU clenched knuckles on tho marble. i "My boy. My dear, good boy. Oh, Sabro, Sabrf!" f He dropped his rlfht H sw ung it by hits side: to as4H the fender over the fire; fH hearth over the flaaiea. jH "My Harold N'Mver to I ' M H'tr..M' -gB ( ni inu'.l In rjr Nett BK |