Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1899-09-06

any hope that your friend the uoctor
will come to your rescue. My plans
are too well laid for any hasco. Df.
Grand has been summoned TO attend
serious case at Evanston. compound
fracture of the skull. | believe our
wire said. and the last train VIII have
gone before he will discover the hoax.
You are an authority on coinmefclai
contracts. | believe. SO you may Ike
to know the terms of the bargain be-
tween me and my pals. 1t Is very SIM
ple-they take the swag. and | take
you ] want none Of your cursed
wealth: | want vengeance only.
when I spoke of the last day you
would see, spoke literally You are
not about to die--not just yet, at least.
Perhaps you'll wish you were. No, SIT;
but I'm going to put out your eyes;
I'm going to blind you. I'm going to
burn out those pretty, brown orbs, SO
that you will never again see the light,
the green fields. the blue sky-the
sweet Miss Somerset-you see know
all about it." and he Missed out these
last words with look Of intensest la-
tired.
"And there's no need" he continued.
nowadays, of hot irons and all that
rigmarole; the resources OF clylllza-
ton have rendered us independent or
that, and your medical friends shelves
have furnished the necessary means,
for we called at his room first.
DO you see this little phlal, with
camel s-hair brush, all complete? Well.
curse you! blister you-yes, I'm going
to blister you! This bottle Is labeled
Liquor vesicatorius fortis,' and, II
your Latin is as rusty as mine, we'll
just call 1t 'tincture Of cantharldes.'
Now, Mr.. Stanley Robshaw, I'm
going to paint your pretty optics with
this soothing eye-lOtion, and then you
must excuse me and my friends for de-
clining your hospitality any longer.
know all about this stuff, for | was
blistered in the hospital ut that III
fernal prison.
Your eyes will gradually get redder
and redder while the skin all round
them will swell and swell, till the big,
bladdery blisters completely hide them.
Afterward the blisters will burst, but
you won't have any eyes then. It's Il
lovely idea of mine, and beats yitriol
hollow. And now, look straight into
my face. l know how much you love
me, and it's an additional pleasure to
reflect that the last face you'll see this
side of the grave Is that of your great
est and deadliest foe"
Stanley Robshaw fixed his eyes firm
ly and scornfully on the baleful coun-
tenance that glared upon him. For a
moment each stared steadily at the
other; then the ex-convict's gaze drop
ped. Even in the moment Of his
triumph he could not, unabashed, meet
that clear, honest look.
At that instant cab was heard to
stop in the street below, and, few sec
onds later, a latchkey grated in the
lock of the front door.
.'Dowse the glim," whispered King
ston Scott, crossing to the door, which
he bolted, while another Of the mis-
creants turned out the gas.
In the breathless silence that en-
sued, footsteps were heard ascending
the stairs, and a CHEEKY voice shouted.
Are you in bed, old man."
Then the door was tried, and a mo-
ment later the young doctor retreated
to his own floor.
Lucky we've list slippers on.
growled one of the burglars, lighting n
small dark Lantern.
Yes" assented his leader, adding III
whisper, ''h0ld the glim here while
l put some soothing ointment on this
poor, afflicted gentleman's lovely OPP
ties: and then we had best cut our
lucky. The 'sawbones' must have
caught his train, hang him."
And, while the other held the lantern,
the callous monster c0olly proceeded to
paint the unhappy lawyers eyelids
with the deadly tincture.
Stanley Robshaw did not finch, but
coolly faced his enemy. A nervous
tapping of one foot on the ground
which he could just reach, was the
only sign of emotion that he exhibited
BLOW it. he's plucky 'unw was
the unwilling testimony to his firmness
borne by the man who held the light.
The operation was completed, a
second coat was laid on, and the
three rogues prepared to withdraw.
''By-by, Stanley, dear" sneered their
leader, as. in the rear of the procession,
he passed through the door, which he
locked on the outside
They stole quietly downstairs, and
noiselessly opened the front door.
At that instant IA police whistle was
sounded, and the burglars victim. to
his intense relief, heard the sound of
violent scuffie. One or two revolver
shots followed.
Before the poise Of the reports had
passed away DIR. Grand was hammer
ing at Stanley's locked door with a
heavy poker The bolts gave way, and
he entered. The gas was at once light,
ed, and disclosed Stanley Robshaw 's
apparently inanimate form lying bound
in the easy chair
The ropps were at onpa cut an1