Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-10-30
TWENTY-FIRST NSTALLMENT.
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Mr. Warren allowed the wild rage to pro-
coed for time without Interruption; he saw
that 1t was indeed impossible for Gold.ng to
snake OFF even for moment the avarcious
passion that had supplanted all ordinary
emotions and impulses within him.
told YOU" Golding continued, that
nobody could resist those diamonds. es-
pecially the President, and, least of all, a
young woman. ought to have known,
why didn't 1 guard against this? But
what could 1 have done? The diamonds
We're in your house: you wouldn't let me
INTO your confidence, party because of this
wanted the diamonds yourself: and he
girl found them, and, of course she made
on with them, and by this time she has
been joined by her lover
"Golding,' said Mr.. Warren at last
you're a lunatic."
The cool contempt with which this was
uttered brought the excited man to a halt
He glared at the prisoner.
Il say you're a lunatic, for a fool would
know BETTER continued Mr.. Warren Il
see there's no use of appealing to your
sympathetic side, for you haven't got any.
So, I'll prove to you that nv Elsie hasn't
taken your dirty diamonds. and We'll see
what you'll do about it. A black man came
to see me this morning.
Golding started SO violently that Mr..
Warren paused an instant. and when he
returned he simply said:
His name is Wanga"
'Wanga in American whispered Golding
MS lace Whlte and his lipS widely parted
Tnen everything is loSt!'
Rubbish! rubbish exclaimed Mr. War
rem. DO you suppose that if 1 could get
out of this place I'd be stopped or dictated
to by a diabolical savage like that? What
kind of man are you, anyhow to be SO
much upset by a mere boy?"
Golding was trembling. Had there been
chair In the room he would have sought
1t for support. As it was, he grasped the
bars of 1.-The cage" and bowed his head
upon his arms Mr. Warren turned away
in disgust
You don't know Wanga," groaned Gold
Ing; you called him dabolical; YOU don't
know how true that isl
I know what he has done. He has car
ried away my little girl, and holds her as
hostage for buttons diamonds and 1 can't
give them to him. Can you imagine that
care the snap of my finger what becomes
of your charges, your affidavits your in
formation and belief in the face of this ?
Don't you suppose that if 1 had the dia-
n.ondS I'd give every one of them to have
my Elsie back safe at homer"
Il see it all now mumbled Golding; at
was Wanga who did for Freeman"
Eyes, he told me 'so.''
What fiendish audacityw
Not at ALL Don't you see he had the
whip hand in dealing with me? What could
l do? Raise my hand against the black
demon. and-my Elsie could suffer. Do you
think l could have called on the guards to
hold him? He's not alone. There's some
body with him, Sam -. forgot his other
lame"
"Meeker?"
Yes, that's 1t. Sam Meeker is keeping
guard over Elsie, If Wanga doesn't return
at a given time, when 1 don't know, Sam
whitman! are you listening? Sam will
murder my little girln
Golding stood with one hand on the graf
ing his head down, looking abstractedly at
the floor
Yes" he said internationally. IT reckon
Sam would"
well, can't you do something about it?"
cried Warren beginning to despair of arous-
ing the man, even through his cupidity.