The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-09-08

Tie |! Survives
ny j. h. coNNELLY.
9 John Latham got away from
the websof that terrible spider with
out himself being in some inconpre-
|nens'ble way involved in its meshes,
and how he had reached his home aft
er the awful revelation that had been
made to him, he never clearly knew.
NO doubt he and tile inspector smiled
a. ench other, bowed, PERHAPS shook
lands and said good day." and he
9ad out In quiet, ordinary, every
uaS iashlon, as men oftentimes do
When their mentality is temporarily
completely numbed. hut the last
tnlng ne remembered in the interview
vas That he he asked If he might not
pc 9 to see the unhappy young
man already practically doomed, to
nc NJ Inc inspector gravely replied:
tomorrow, perhaps, but I must re-
fuse at present. He will have to re-
main today alone. with his thoughts.
lonight l shall probably get q full
confession from him."
Inc confession was made, but hard
Y IN the way the inspector antici-
Pated. About 9 o'clock that evening
ne visited the prisoner in his cell, The
young a was by that time in ~
nervous and highly agitated condi-
Az yet he had not been per-
united to know why the petty offense
TOT which he was arrested had not
alreadysoeen passed upon in a police
court, why he had been transferred
from the station house in which he
was trst lncarcerated to the cell at po-
nee headquarters, why he could not
open communication with anybody or
see any one but his j%ailors, who
seemed to be mutes when lie ques-
TONED them. Whatever tortures lie
suffered from the stabs of his guilty
conscience he managed to conceal
Wen, maintaining a courageous and
Y placid exterior, and doubtless he
dld gain some confidence in his mex
Perience from the length Of time
which had passed without any indica-
ton appearing to him that he was
suspected OF any graver crime than
that for which he had been arrested.
When the inspector visited him, he
protested theoretically against his
treatment, likening himself to the
martyrs of the inqnisitioh, the vic
Tins OF he council of ten and the hu.
mar prey Of the car. His nervous cx-
citation urged him to volubility, but
the calm, stern detective listened to
him patiently, imperturbably, with
out Interruption. Finally he demand.
ed:
IF I had committed n technical Of
Tense. why did they not at once fine
me and be done with it?"
sudden as lightning the gray eyes
hurled into his IL bolt of light that
seemed to dart down into his heart
nj cleave a way for the appalling
question:
Would you have paid it out Of the
price of Richard Wilmarth's biood?''
Chester Sewall. staggered backward,
n supporting himself by an out
stretched hand against the white
washed wall behind him stood silent,
painting, with the terror-stricken look
OF q hunted creature in his wide iii.
lated eyes. Taken thus unawares,
with his nerves already all unstrung,
he had no time to think of dissimuln.
ton, II even the strength for it was
still In him, and his guilt was b!az-
oned upon his ~countenahce.
You had bctetr make n clean breast
OF it, my lad. The proof against you
is perfect, and-escape impossible. Con.
Tess, make up your mind to the inevi.
table like q man., and you will fee
better than you have since the deed
was done"
The prisoner uttered not a word
but slowly sank to Q sitting posture
on the bench over which lie had
been leaning against the wall, keep
ing his eye fixed as II fascinated upor
those of his terrible master.
If you had accomplices, make to so.
ciety what atonement you can fol
your crime by giving them up to jus
tice. 1t misfortune drove you to the
deed alone, confess 1t, and you will
find sympathy, even i'll the heart o
the girl you have made nn orphan
instead of n wife,
Chester, with u cry of agony ant
despair, buried his face in his hand.
and sobbed aloud.
u "A Inspector AibONtu II lew 1llH
utes' grace to his paroxyism Of emo
ton and then renewed his attack.
Come, he said. "You will tell m,
NIL about 1t, will you not?"
Yes, yes,s sobbed the culprit, "but
give me time to think-an hour-onlA
one hour-and then
Without another word the inspec
tor noiselessly left the cell, secured
L ~ e. rlrat f,trr,a1 Ff1ox,.y,- H. u,r:~. -.
of gas in the corridor outside, SO tina,
the place was plunged in almost
%sepulchral gloom, and returned t.
his private office to wait with conf
dence for the expiration of thu
allotted time.
Chester, still weeping, arose totter
ingly to his feet and staggered K
and fro from end to end Of his cell
wringing his hands and moaning
Finally his outburst of violent orie,
climaxed in a despairing shrek:
ooh, my God, my God, is this tn,
end of all? Oh, my lost youth
my hope, my love! What have
done with them alp"
Supporting himself against the wall
he passed his hand over his brow will
a dazet, uncertain gesture, as if try
ing TO control himself, to think, to re
call something. Suddenly he pauset
and stood erect. The thought hat
come to him.
With trembling fingers he fumblee
hurriedly thrdough his pockets unit
he found a small pocket comb tina,
had been in his possession when h,
was searched by the police. On on,
side, of it's celluloid handle, into which
the comb closed like the blade of
razor, was set a tiny mirror. He hat
little difficulty in prying from it's plae,
the bit of glass. Thrusting half it
width into the groove intended t,
hold the comb, he pressed firmly upo1
the %protruding half until it gave way
breaking lengthwise. In doing SO h,
cut one of his thumbs severely, biz
did not seem to notice the fact. Will
the two bits of glass in his hand h,
laid down upon the bench and turned
his face to the wall.
CHAPTER XXIII.
When the inspector came back nnt
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