The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-07-28

find his foe with every moment, as was
earlier true.
John Scanned entered the pool room
There were full two hundred in the place
Scannell saw only one. Before him stood
Donahue. That man who had slain his
brother, and for whom he had hoped and
hunted, was delivered into his hand AL
most three years had sped since John
Scanneu beheld his brother lying in
bloody helplessness, and worse than dead
by the hand of this man. The picture
was with him still. Almost three years
had gone-more than enc thousand days
and one thousand nights-and each day
he had resworn himself to vengeance
and each night he had prayed that the
hour might come. 1t was here and he
welled with happiness. The murky glory
Of the moment filled his heart; his pleas
ure= overfowed In laughter
John Scannell gazed on Donahue The
oogged moments seemed to pause Scan
nell face Shone with a smile His eyes
were lighted brightly up, yet pleasantly,
with the lamps of a white hate. Bona
nue. opposite, was as one of stone, and
With cheek OF ashes. Donahue had
courage; but it was of bludgeon kind; it
would not carry him against this man of
joy and death. Donahue couldn't com
mand himself; he was in g. dream of hor-
ror Gr1pped in his right hand, and hid
den in his coat, was heavy pistol 1t
was fround frozen in his fingers when he
was dead. Donahue pointed his weapon
at Scannell through his coat; but nis
hand was nerveless; he couldn't fire.
Twice he called in a dry, hoarse voice
like ravens croak:
john
And again, john
Donahue was calling to one who should
nave been with him. ScanneH smiled only
the more. The blood of his brother was
calling to him.
John ScannelI still looked on Donaitue
While the moments snailed away. Sean-
nell reflected of Donahue as with a com
&c hghtness that matched the smile on
MS lips. This was what he thought
They say you're bulIet-proof, and that
no lead will kill you. Perhaps this is
true. And I'll make promise in your
favor If you live through this-if you
get by me this time, I'll call my ven
geance off-Tll let the dead past bury it's
dead"
Something of that was running in the
mind of Scannell Then his thought went
TO other matters. He could see that Don
ahue grasped in his hand a pistol He
hoped that Donahue would shoot Scan
nell cared not if he died or no; he was
sure in his heart that he would live to
kill Donahue. and that was all his prayer.
From the first Scanneu spoke never a
word; Donahue at intervals called:
''John!" huskily
Then third thought came to Scan
nell "My pistol carries the heaviest of
balls. When Shoot this man the buIler
will go through and through and wouni
or kill one of those behind"
There was truth in this, for, as Scan
nell stood in the door, the onIookers; as
h11a IL
sequel-were crowded to the rear. and in
the line of fire. This would not do; Scam
nell wanted no mans blood but ones.
Scannel began to pace slowly around
Donahue. The other, fear stiffened and
incapable, could only turn, to meet him.
ScannelI ceased not to smile. His I'M
Wlnk1ng eyes did not waver from the
eyes of Donahue. The latter was held
. as by a. spell. Slowly ScanneII went
about Donahue to the right, never wild
ening, never Iessening the distance. At
last he forced Dona.hue cross wise of the
room, with naught behind him save the
safe, insensate wall. The time had come
Not until then did Scannell,s hand seek
his weapon. And he went slowly after
it, with pauses full of pleasant hesita-
ton. Scannel still tacitly called Dona-
hue to action. 1t was. not to be- Dena-
hue was as rigidly helpless as a statue of
4CS' WIN IRON uelIDefdClOn SCanrleII drew
his pistol Donahue, licking a dry lip,
stood at gaze and as one planet-struck.
''Bangr
Between those murderous eyes which
had lined the shot that stole his broth
er's life, Scannelrs revenge went crash
ing. Donahue- crippled forward, half
turned and with g. sob, which broke on
Scannell like a tune of music, fell head
long down.
John ScannelI looked on his prone en-
envy for a moment while his bosom filed
with the tides of generous peace. 1t
was as though a stone had been rolled
from his heart. Then he went slowly
forth and no hour had seemed so sweet
nor the world, SO bright before
An officer touched his elbow Scannell
turned and followed him. The officer led
the way. The dead Donahue was where
he fell. A captain of police stood close at
hand.
do you see your worl1?" asked the cap
tain.
81 do" The sudden sparkle to glance
in ScannelIs eyes showed how burned the
fires to be kindled in a brothers breast
by brothers murder. Il do; see my
work; observe how L approve it,
''Bang!''
And ScannelI sent bullet through the
dead Donailue as he had sent one
through the living Donahue before The
body jumped on the floor with the spningy
concussion of the shot, and then Law still
The vengeance of John Scannell was fun
From Alfred Henry Lewis Richard
Croker by courtesy of Life Publishing
company.