Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1898-09-08

DOOT WE0bCIi, WIZ utAQ given up AAo uOA0
on the woodwork, foundered about in the
water till, more by good luck than judg-
ment, he caught hold of an iron bar and
let go his grasp of the rope Then as soon
as he had got rid of the water that had
been choking him he broke out again:
Murder, murderl Help, helpr'
Then once more turning to Cashelo:
"Pull me out and III give you pony"
Luckily for him, Cashelo did not hear
this offer. He had been thinking fast and
had made up his mind that he could not
leave even this miserable wretch to drown.
So he flung the rope again and wound bis
end round post.
Very slowly and clumsily Compton
scrambled out on the pier and stood drip.
ping, shiyering and cursing.
"You didn't pull me out" he said,
thinking of the "pony.
But Cashelo, unconscious of the offer,
made no reply and turned uuon his heel.
Suddenly the other clapped his hands to
his face and gave an exclamation of dis
may.
81 can't go back like this, " he cried.
"Where are my-oh, there it Isl say, sir,
would you mind taking off your things
and getting that--that black thing over
ODOiO III AAOI n AA4hhO ~ 0OAuA JOd4
while-on my word of honor will" And
he pointed to the tangle of black hair
floating few yards off.
Casheloe turned round in fury.
"Don't you know me?" he shouted.
"I'm Ralph Cashelo, whom you swindled
and did your best to ruin, like the id
villain you always were. wish I'd let
you drown like a rat"
Ae 1r, ba cf,p do No orI
Compton calling after him:
'Don't go. l can explain every thing,
but can t go back to the hotel like this
it's Quite
The next word was lost, for he had
turned the corner of the steps that led to
the upper pier.
AS he walked along he felt comfort
able glow of magnanimity
'sI'm glad fished him out, the beast,
he said to himself Vengeance is mine
that's right. He'll get it hot some day.
Fancy my saving his life, though. It's
like story book | wonder what Katie
would say Funny thing how different
women are The brute killed her-I wish
I'd let him go under-but don't believe
she'd have hurt hair of his head. That
was a rum thing-that false hair. He
wasn't faxed up like that for nothing.
Been up to some of his little games and
going abroad for his health's sake, / ex-
pect. All, well, it's to be hoped / shan't
get the chance second time / don't
know what would happen. What's thisf
By .Joye, the police stationi Shall l? No,
won 't-yes, know by the look Of him
he's been up to some eviilainy-I'm not 60
ing to hush it up"
He had left the pier, crossed the parade
and turned down bystreet. Now, lift
ing up his eyes, he saw Immediately in
front of him plain stucco fronted build
ing with the words "Police Station" over
the entrance.
The door stood invitingly open. He
took a couple of steps toward it, then stop
ped.
vengeance is mine," he muttered.
"Yes, that's all very well, but this isn't
vengeance; it's duty. Anyway, I'm not
going to let him off scot free. Seeing him
browns another matter. Besides it's
Providence. OF course it is I wonder
how should feel if 1 let him of. know
what I'll do"
If the inspector, who was within, ruling
lines in large, official looking volume,
had happened to step into the doorway, he
would have been astonished to SEQ a sober
looking, well dressed gentleman tossing a
penny into the air with all the dexterity
of a schoolboy.
Now, then," said Ralph Cashelo,
"heads go in, tails 1 go on" And he
spun the coin in the air.
Many years before he had been shown e
trick by which you could insure the result
you wished without fear of detection. 1t
was deft little movement of the third
finger as the coin shot up in tho air. 1t
was certainly ages since he had used it,
but now as he etossed-inyoluntary, SO he
would have said-the finger caught the
coins edge.
Nevertheless he looked eagerly as he
draw back the covered hand.
''Heads it is'' he cried and walked in.
Paul Newman in Minneapolis Tribune.