The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-04-19
You've queered tho whole game.

You've queered tho whole game.
fellow7'
mo better. Come along"
whats wrong?' asked Bloom, who
had heard angry voices. and met them at
the door.
See for yourself"
Drunk, as 1 live! Well, I like liquor
as we'll as the next one. but wouldn't
risk gettin' moose round. my neck Just
for the fun Of bowling up once.
Here, give me that and lie down"
With look Of rage and disgust, Scars
snatched package from the hand Of the
staggering man. and pushed him down
upon sofa. where be lay breathing
heavily.
Il never knew Max to do such thing
BEFORE" said the other, as he tore open
the package and displayed two bottles.
We must rely on ourselves, Mart"
Thanks to the new restoratives and the
Rssiduous efforts Of the two deeply in
terested men, Cole Winters soon began
breathing easier, and in little while
opened his eyes and looked stupidity
about him.
aWhero am I? Hs! you here2"
A sight Of his hated enemy, Almon
Sears, had completed his restorsti on,
and brought our hero to sitting posture.
The form on the sofa started at these
words, but settled quietly back into it's
former cramped position.
why have you brought mo here?" de-
manded Cole, when no reply was made to
bis first query.
I'VE changed our minds, and deter.
mined to let you live"
Tn much obliged" remarked our
hero. with mock Politeness.
You doubt itf"
Il didn't say 30. What do you wsnt?'
sTo give you q chance for your life.
Z will not be likely to accept any con-
ditions you may name.
Yes, you will Our terms are not
hard"
Let me hear them"
You took q bundle Of bonds from the
box where you concealed yourself to-
sWell?"
You don't deny it2'
What would be the user"
sThen You took them2"
Il didn't say that. neither affirm mol
deny it,
Answer, or make ready for DEATH"
The villain produced and cooked 70
volver, which he leveled at Cole Winters
head.
You wouldn't have gone to all the
trouble you have to save my life If you
proposed to take it now" said he.
That's true," assented Sears, lowering
bis weapon. Let's understand each
other. know that you appropriated the
bonds. Will You toll me where you Sc
ereted them?"
What if I do2"
your life will be spared"
Il couldn't trust you"
Il will 30 arrange matters that you can
have no cause to doubt our good faith
Those bonds are not mine"
What Of that?"
They belong to Miss St. Cyr, and even
if I knew where they we're, which I do
not admit, Iwould not give them up."
Not to save your life?"
mol"
There was o quiet determination in the
face of the deeply wronged prisoner
which avouched the sincerity Of his en-
phatic negative.
I'll find way to make you speak
That is impossible!"
I'VE will see. Keep an eye on him,
Mart"
With this admonition the youthful vii.
lain seated himself at the bookcase and
began writing. After having torn up
thrse different notes, which, for some req
son, did not seem to suit him, he folded
the fourth and inclosed it in an envelope.
This done, he called Bloom aside,
though at point where they could pre-
vent their prisoner from escaping, and
oonversed with him in whispers for some
minutes.
After this the burglar thrust the note
into one Of his spacious pockets, donned
his oyercost, and Quilted the room.
For nearly an hour, Cole Winters lay
on the bed, closely watched by his jailer,
who, pistol in hand, sat near by.
As for the drunken man onthe sofa, he
changed his position once or twice, but
his heavy breathing was uninterrupted.
Suddenly, the sound Of footsteps was
heard, and moment later the door Of
the room was thrown open and the heavy
form of Martin Bloom appeared in view.
where is he? Docs he still live?"
came in an sgonized voice from behind
the burglar.
The next instant female form, futter-
ing with excitement, rushed into the
the room.
my God!" cried Cole Winters, In tones
of anguish. Its Berenice st. Cyr."