The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1899-11-02

Il never want 10 tnov, Bat. comip
. upon my sortIej brain siosir. the mss
ins dad DOT nsss me start, aud my visitor
vbo tridtuily REALISED be had spoke
without lbisiibs hos be spoke, probsbl
srasisd | hsd missed bis stoobd sentence
To help hin 30 ihsi belief answered.
couli | hsye known tie uniorinnsl
dyer hsa . pAtinerf resiiEa my hou
bic mistake nos, OF course. ought ne,
10 hsvs written lbe book without fret IL
qairins sbetber my plot vonld encrosoh
loo much opou actual facts.
tie did cot seem TO bear me. He ws,
stning over nv shoulder. deep 10 thought
like a mao sho dreams bis thoughts,
Bah he said soddeply. With great pas
sion. How did you learn oil you know,
ehi You could no, have guessed What no
oue else bad suspected
fear do not understand you. | said,
with = smile
You liel You know you liel Do yon
think have come base n ha snchisa on
such prevsricsiionsi Do you think ]
brought this With me for sny resson bni
TO get from You ~ account OF how you
discovered the purple spot on my shirt
how you saw how 1t happened. ss yon
must have done. though you don't ssy so
in your sccursed storyf Can't you see,
ingenious puppy, that mean to know,
and when know to send you where you
cannot run down msn by novel writing.
nor pnt the law upon himf It's your life
or minel
Wi oil your threats, ] said. you're
big bit OF . fool, Mr.. Portmsp, or else
your mind is uphipged. The book was
written upon the mersst conception OF my
own, suggested TO me by . short para
graph, have slresdy told you that.
The msuIer 10 which my murderer, John
Ssxsop, was brought to justice for his
crime was pure fiction work Now are
you satisfied
Mol be replied. throwing himself back
10 his chair. What you say msy be true;
don't know. In any case, your story
bss put me under the suspicioa OF the
police and the people OF Rochdsle. an
, marked man, | don't doubt. Probably
The police are hunting me down now
out tney wont fnd the shirt
Probably you oyerrs,e the interest the
police and people OF Rochdale take iu my
,ovels and the death Of your partner, l
aid, with aD effort OF cslmness not too 8
ssy to assume.
Possibly dol be replied, in . hosrse !
oice. with . fugitive glance st the door. .
3ut there is You to reckon with nowl o
Me2 b
Yes. you! Do you think il knew l 3
'sslas safe from suspicion IS before your o
ook was written could leave you after l
That have said to you tonight o
What do you propose to do tben2 Give r.
ourself over to the police, sb2 l asked G
for | vas weary OF the terr BILE ii
ersous strain. n
1t is you or me. and. by my soul, will d
,sl your lipsl 81
To my uttermost surprise be made .
hidden dash round the table ut me, but
J the moment OF bis beig ghtened passion
9 forgot bis revolver. thrust ont my
IN and tnstched it from the table ss y !,
nickly lodged my ssssilsnt, and, step =
ing back, held the barrel 10 his face. -
Stand back, John Saxon. or l 6rel / ~ =,
led. ~
he staggered back and leaned sgsinst
10 wall. "
Give me the key, John Saxon, l said
ernly. W
With bis wild eyes fixed upon The revol
u. he took the key from bis pocket and uI
rev il upon the table. | took it up and AZ
ew toward the door.
As il be realized that the door would
zen only to allow him to pass out to the liz
llows, be made q desperate, sudden 70
ring OF me es. With my left hand. ey
pped the key into the lock. Sd
Stand back ! cried. and pushed the
volver into the hollow OF bis sshy cheek co
Stopl be ei,culsted hoslsely, 90 With sn al
retuous gesture be pushed bis lank
ir etf his moIstened brow with bcth m.
nds. What are you going to do. old "a
in' A price, price, prlcel A price = vi
! life! III buy my lifel prics7
He crept toward me, shaking his ,rem 10
ug arms above his head. Suddenly be
'pped. and his eyes started from their Ii
,kets. He threw bis chin forward ss il th
ing to swallow some lump rising In his nc
rost Tbsp, as Ispfsng 10 him, be de
listed on bis heel and fell 10 9 heap up th
the floor. IL
pricei Nemesis hsd refused bis price ne
liie.
A Walk to the 1pkstand.
10 pIsce Off pslette. q. 7. Watts, the srl
mons Euglish painter. Who is now over