The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-02-10

there were rights, and that, as an English
man. and one who could show him, which
1 should not hesitate to do. that there was
a line which, If he should cross-but no
matter. Why should I reveal the dark
secrets of my breast? only circumstances
prevented my-eh-commiting murder. or
some crime of almost similar atrocity.
IL was a quarter to II. A quarter to IL
by my watch. L noted the time almost
every five secoads-I had good reason to
when the waiter put his head inside the
room.
eff you please. sir, a gentleman to see
Mr.. Summers"
I was about TO suggest that the gentle
man would have to go to town to find him.
when some one put mis- hand upon the
walters collar and hauled him out of the
room. The next moment the door was flung
wide open, and the gentleman who had in
formed me that my name was Summer
and his was Freeman stood glazing at me
across the portal.
You may CO." said Mr.. Freeman to the
waiter, "as soon as you like"
The waiter was of like a fash of light
ming.
Then Mr.. Freeman came into the room,
and shut the door. / observed that he still
had his stick of yesterday. and that he
grasped it very firmly towards the end.
$50. you scoundrel.'' he began by way of
opening proceedings, you have taken her"
I'll beg your pardoni"
/ had not the first idea what he alluded
to, and his manner was positively insult
ing.
Don't you beg my pardon, you counter
jumping, ribbon-selling ragmufin. Where
is she?"
If 1 had followed the impulse of the mo-
ment l should nave turned him out Of the
room. There was no doubt he was insult
ing me. But 1 suspected that the man was
! mad.
Sir, I fail to understand you"
"You brazen-faced, impudent black
guard.' He came forward a step and
brought his stick down on the floor with
sufficient force to send it through. IF you
don't produce her in two seconds I'll break
every bone in your body"
/ began to be alarmed.
but, my dear sir. 1 have not the faintest
notion of what you mean
do you mean to say that she never told
you that 1 would sooner see her in her
grave
A light began to dawn upon me.
at don't know if you take me for Mr..
Summers L interposed.
He stared at me, as If wondering at my
audacity. Then he rushed forward, strik-
ing at me with his stick. 1 lodged down.
tripped over a footstool and fell. The
next thing l saw was his knocking a vase
from the mantelshelf on to the floor. i
got under the table. In another instant he
would have had it over. breakfast things
and all.
"Help!" 1 cried. Murder, Thieves!"
In came the landlord with half-a-dozen
walters and a chambermaid or two. He
made a dash to save his property.
Really, gentlemen, what is this?"
why" / said, looking out from under
meath the table, that man
Mani" cried Mr.. Freeman, clutching his
stick.
THAT gentleman"
"This," observed Mr.. Freeman, loftily,
lis a private matter between Mr.. Summers
and myself"
Mr.. Summers? Mr.. Summers went to
town this morning" "a
"Yes," / said, Il wanted to tell him that,
only he wouldn't let me get a word in
edgeways."
why" cried Mr.. Freeman, gasping as he
realized the situation, you told me you
were Summers yourself"
at did mott At least I was just going to
tell you that / wasn't. but only his friend,
when you tore off as if for life" 1 came
from under the table. l shook myself. j
was a little disarranged. mi. Summers is
gone with Mrs. Clifford up 60 London. He
is to get a special license and they are to
be married in town."
IAN l." cried Mr.. Freeman. Jam Mrs.
Clifford's father"
He sank into a chair. L waved my hand
gracefully TO the landlord.
II think if you were to leave Mr.. Free
man and myself alone
The landlord went. The instant he had
gone. before / had had time to open my
mouth, the door ~reopened, and an in
dividual appeared. 1 say individual because
L wish to use no more opprobrious word.
He was about twenty-six cr seven, not
particularly tall, but squarely built and
with a preposterously large mustache.
In his hama he had what appeared to me
to be a riding whip. The clock struck
| eleven. instinct tOlk me WHO II WAS.
Mr.. Lewis, | believer" | said nothing.
L was not in a mood for words. MY name
is Day-John Day And he drew what was
undoubtedly a riding-whip through his
fingers. II was in hopes you would have
spared me the necessity. of this interview"
"Sir!" 1 said, MIR. Day." And 1 moved
towards the bell. My blood was up again.
at have been assaulted once, and If you
think you are going to hit me with that
whip / will call the police. L would have
left this COMPOUNDED place an hour ago if
a chain of circumstances over which I had
no control had not prevented me-"
"Do / understand you" said Mr.. Day.
tucking his whip under his arm, ito say
that you would have left the placer"
Sir. Do you insinuate that I am a liar?"
'sThat being the case-perhaps you will
go now
He pointed his whip in my direction with
what some people would have called sig
nifcance, 1t was quite lost TO me.
Certainly, With pleasure, Only too
gladi' And made for the door.
Perhaps" he said, you will allow me
to superintend your packing"
There was no question Of allowing, he
Is ,r ~ 4 bo1 o11oyod him