The Red Cloud chief., 1896-02-28

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chain. His eyes, brown, soft aud zen.
der usually. are M black, piercing.
burning into the soul of the unnatural
\ather. the covering criminal before
him. The minutes pasS-still the son
waits-still the father does not reply.
His frightened, wandering eyes are
rowing about the place. As If in search
of some way of escape; his breath j.
coming in laborcd gaspS, shaking his
massive frame.
lie is n desperate man, is Andre
Garcau. lie will not hesitate
at anything, 20 long ~ his own
personal safety is assured. lie looks
about him. Suddenly his ewes become
riveted upon an object upon the desk.
! I is the notebook of DR.. Wilbur's
NQote-book.
THE book" he gasps. hoarscly.
How did you get it? how did it come
here" He is evidently stricken with
terror at the sight of this book.
You recognize IT," cries the son.
lyon have seen il before, murderer"
The man shrinks in horror from the
desk, from the innoccnt-looking OBJ
ject, yet SO terrible to him. He tries
To shut 1T out from his ~ga2c-then,
with a hoarse cry, he dashes past the
son, into the room adjoining. The
physician hurries after HIM, he must
not escape.
A crash. the sound of u falling body,
thcn IA voice hoarsc with terror.
Take it away! Take it from ne.
My God. take it away. | did not muir
Ndcr you! Ibid not intend t, kill you'
oh, take 1t away
IT is the voice of the father. The
son is in the doorway. The light of
the lamp reveals plainly what the fire
has family donc-thc white face OF
the corpse. The man has seen it upon
entering the room, he has fallen upon
the floor beside it..
DR.. Gareau approaches the tremb'
ling. covering wretch.
"Your conscience Gus you he
says stcrnly. Look! gaze upon the
face of your victim. shake and trcm
BILE, cover and shrink. You,
crime is known God has de
iered you up to '%justic e, ant
it shall be metcd ont TO you. There
shall he no mercy, not one lot more
than you showed this helpless old man,
Hide your face, your hardened crimi
nal ~cOuntcnance. Turn from the dead
you cannot efface the sight of his pale
cold face from your mental vision. IL
the darkness of the night, as you wal
in the prison cell the coming of tn,
dawn. which will sec you "A dark
swinging mass upon the scatfold, 20,
will hear his voice sounding in YOU
ears ever as you hear mine now, cry
ing. Murderer, murderer"
The young mans voice sounds terri
bic to the a before him, strikes t
ais soul. rings in his ears. He mus
Nscapc. How? Not by the front door
that is impossible, hut is there no
some other way? All! he secs a SINAI
door at the further end of the room
II must open either upon IN yard q
the back of the house or the kitchen
lie must make an effort, lie spring
suddenly erect. dashcs the lamp fror
the hand of his son., strikes him
heavy blow, and springs towards tn
door. ANpeus readily. 1t leads (
hi the we asNed. There is Il window i
8H the side of the frame structure. DE.
III perately he makes Il dash at il, tn
M e moment, cut and bleeding, he
NJ out npon the street.
~ AS he reaches the street a dark fgur
IA Uses, seemingly ont of the ground,
Nh figure that cries. "llalt."
III He Sioes not heed IL. only spring
N4 fsrAa.d desperately. lie is u swift
VI runner; he must ne Ids be, for the dar
form is following him, will overtalS
him. unless hceXerts himself TO create
III pced.
"IIalt. or III fire. comes the sterl
~ command.
'Fire and lie id" muttrrs III
fleeing one
"Bang!' u PISTOL shot rings IN HiI
E goes the bullet, whistling past h
head.
~ But what is that hoarsc murmur i
he distance? Why That changing
fabeIls-rudc, iangling, harsh, discorC
ant bells" What means that suddc
M burst of flame up into the night?
M The hoarsc murmur is the sound
aany voices. They crS-thc bell
II discordant sound means: 'firc, nr'
burning, consuming fire.
The streets are soon thronged wit
men and boys. The engines are no
p o the scene. They must try an
save the house. II is the house with
whose walls Ezra Wilbur has lived fl
many ycsss, IL Is the house OF Hen
hAiareau now. 1t is burning tn Il
. aground.
The rain has ceased to fall. The il
terror of the old house is as dry {
finder. There Is but little chance
saving 1t. Taker sees the flames o,
on the road. he ia hurrying to III
house. He Is eager to have an int
view with Henri Gareau.
big fire in town." he mutters, an
ACuickens his pace Into u run. As
|y,achcs the corner of the street lcadiu
tcr house, he secs for the first tin