The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1900-11-10
81 CHAPTER IX.-fC ,oNrr1I1NSuyxuD, Il.

d sven to the dullest, the forces OF mag
nation. And now as he dwslt on what
was probably awaiting him at the end nd
81 his distressful drive ohm, who saw
things little, remembered 4 them less,
and could not have described them az
I'll, beheld IN his mind u eye the gar
Ian OF the &c, detailed in a map;
I Ne went to and fro Ia II, feeding his
terrors; he saw the holIies, the snowy
borders, the paths where he had sought
Alan. the high, conyentual walls, the
] shut door what! was the door shut I; !?
Az, truly, he had shut it-shut IN his
money, his escape, his future II shut
+ Il with these hands, and none could
now open It'll! He heard the snap OF the
spring-lock like something bursting in
/ his brain, and sat as stunned. E.&5
And then he woke again. terror Jar
ring through his vitals. This Wasstno
time to be Idle: he must be up and Icing,
he must think. Once at the end Of this
ridiculous cruise; once at the Lodge
door, there should be nothing for It
but to turn the cab and trundle back
again. Why, then, go SO far? why
add another feature Of suspicion to a
ease already SO suggestive? Why not
turn at once? It was easy to say, turn,
but whittier? He had nowhere now to
60 to-; he could never-he saw 1t in
letters Of blood The could never pay
that cab; he was saddled with that cab
forever. oh, that cab! his a soul
yearned and burned, and his bowels
sounded to be rid Of IT, He forgot all
other cares. He must first quit himself
Of this ill-smelling vehicle and Of the
human. beast that guided it---frst do
that; do that, at least; do that at once.
And just then the cab suddenly
stopped, and there was his prosecutor.
rapping on the front. glass. John let
1t down, and beheld the port-Wine
countenance inflamed with intellectual,
triumph. 35;5 ss5$ II 3j.Hs.4 54, flS.
Il ken wha We are!'' cried the husky
voice. II mind We now Ye're a Much
olson. I drove We to Hermiston to a
Christmas party, and We came back on
the box, and let We drive Z s7S 4 81.
It Is a fact. John knew the man.
they had been even friends. His en-
amy, he now remembered, was fellow.
Of great good nature endless good na-5
ture-'with boy; why not with a5man 2
Why not appeal to his better side? He
grasped at the new hope. Isl. 81 i II;
% Great Scott! and SO you did, he
cried, as II in q transport Of delight,
his voice sounding false in his own
ears '.,ar 8 We'll Il hat 80, I've some
thing to say to you. I'll just get out 81
guess. here are we, anyway % ~ 5
The driver had futtered his ticket in.
che eyes 5of the branch toll keeper, and
they were now brought to on the high
est and most solitary part s.of. the by
road. a5 On the left a row Of feldside
trees beshaded it; on the right it was
bordered by naked fallows, undulating
down hill to the Queensfery road; ia
front, Corstorph ine Hill raised its
snow-beda bled, darkling woods against
the sky. John looked all about him,
drinking the clear air III &. wine, then
his eyes returned to the cabmaan 8 face
As he sat, not ungleefully, awaiting
Johns commune ion with the air Of
one looking to be tipped. 5ss M d f. !. ..a
The features OF that face were hard
70 read, drink had 50 swollen them,
drink had SO painted them, in tlnts3
that varied from brick red TO mulberry.
The small gray eyes blinKed, the lips
moved, with greed greed was the srul-s.
Ing passion; and though there was
some good nature, some genuine kind
liness, a true human touch, in the old
topper, his greed was. now SO set afire By
hope, that all other traits Of character
lay dormant. He sat there q monu-
ment of gluttonous desire. ss$sss
Johns heart slowly fell. He Had
opened his lips, but he stood there and
uttered nought. He sounded the well
Of his courage, and 1T was dry 81 81 He
CROPPED in his TREASURY of words, and it
\ was vacant. "a devil Of dumbness had
him by the throat; the devil Of terror
babbled in his ears; and suddenly,
without a word uttered, with no con-
scfous purpose formed In hisbwill, John
whipped about, tumbled over the road
side wall, and began running for his
z life across the falloWs.
He had not gone far, he was not past
the midst Of the first field, when his
whole brain Numbered & within him,
4 Fool! You have your watch !''' The
4 shock stopped In, and he faced once
4 more toward the cab. The driver was
y leaning over the " all, brand ishing his
II whip. his face empurpled ed, roaring like
: bull. And John saw (or thought
\ that he had lost the chance. No watch
& would pacify the mans resentment
d Now: he would cry for vengeance also.
John would be had under the eye 81
shs police; his tale would, be unfolded
his secret plumbed his destiny would
q dose on him Ct last. and forever.
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