Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1894-02-02

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In a moment the yong man hso
opened it.
what kept youa" demanded he' re-
prcachfully.
Met some friends; couldn't get away
without 'citin spiscion.
The voice of the new arrival was de-
cidedly thick, and his breath strongly
scented with liquor. -.
MAX Norris, I'm astonished!
cause I've drank so much an sun
sober? Needn't be. I'm used TO II. IN
a five bother now, am. Go ahead;
You've oueered the Whole game.
aNothin' of the sort. Hows the young
fellow"
mo bett,r. Come along"
whats wrong2" asked Bloom, VINO
bad heard angry voices, and met them at
the door.
See for yourself.
Drunk. as l livel Well. like liquor
as we'll as the next one, but Woulan
risk oettin' moose round my neck just
for the fun of bowling up once.
Here. give me that and down.
With a look of rage and sgust Sears
sn.tched a package from the hand OF the
ST ocerinr man, AMI pushed him down
npon sofa, where he lay breathing
heavily. u,;
he ore" said the other, as he tore open
tho package and displayed two bottles.
ave must RELY on ourselves, Mart.
Thanks to the new restor tives and the
assiduons efforts of the two deeply IN
terestel men, Cole Winters soon began
Lrsathing easier, and in little while
openel his eyes and looked stupidity
about him. q,
"Whero am l? He! you hereF
SIGHT of his hated enemy. Aimon
Seors had completed his re,toratl o !,
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. o,,
why have you brought me heref oe-
manded Cole, when no reply was MADE 10
his first query. ,o4or
mined to let you live"
I'm much obliged" remarked our
hero with mock politeness.
You doubt it?"
Il didn't say so. What do you Wans'
ITO give you a chance for your lie.
Il will not be likely to accept any con-
ditions YOU may name.
yes, you will. Our terms are no
hard.
Let me beor them.
"You took bundle of bonds from INT
box where you concealed yourseil 10
night.
aWell?"
"You don't deny it2"
What would be the use2
."Then YOU took them?'
4boF pnifhQr Qtfirm Y o
deny it" ,,,
"inswer. or make ready for death!
The villain produced and cooked J @
voIver which he leveled ut Cole Winters
head.
aYou wouldn't have gone to all th
trouble YOU have 10 save my llte II yo'
nroposed to take it now" said be.
SThats true" assanted Sears, lowerln
h;o weanon. "l cts und erstand eNcl
other. | know that you appropriated tn
bonds Will YOU tell me where you Sc
creted them?"
What if l do?"
Your life will be spared.
L couldn't trust you.
al will SO arrange matters that you ca
have no cause to doubt our good faith.
Those bonds arc not mine.
, whist of that?"
"Tbey belong to Miss St. Cyr, and eve
if I knew where they were, which q
not admit. Iwould not give them up.
Not to save your life'
mol"
There was q quiet determination in II
2 face of the deeply wronged prison
= Which ayonched the sincerity of his en-
:, phatic negative. ,.n
That is impossible!"
1--WE will see. Keep an eye on n
Mart" ,s.,
: lain seated himself at the bookcase an
:, began writing. After having torn
IS tbrse different otes, which, for g ome re
son. did not seem o suit him, he foldt
6 the fourth and inclosed it in an envelop
& This done, he called Bloom asld
d though at a point where they could II
vent their prisoner from escaping, 81
e conversed with him in whispers for sol
% minutes.
p After this the burglar thrust the no
le into cns of his spacions pockets, DOM
his overcoat and quilted the room.
m For nearly an hour, Cole Winters !
on the bed, closely watched by his jail
g, who. pistol in hand. sat near by.
AS for the drunken man on the sof T.,
lee changed his position once or twice,
ID his heavy Breathing was uninterrupt'
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps W
J. heard, and moment later tbe door
the room was thrown open and the heo
l. form of Martin Bloom appeared in vie
where is he? Docs he still i've
20 came in an agonized voice from behr
Of 80 BURGLAR
The next instant female form, futt
s, ing with excitement, rushed into
the room.
ID NV Cod" cried Cole Winters, in to-
of anguish. Its Berenice ST. Cyr.
to