Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-01

in a sob as her burning lips touched
his. Il told you we should meet again
and this-this is our parting forever"
The next moment he was alone, con-
scious of a monotonous ticking as OF
some strange new time-piece tolling of
the remaining moments of his life. To
say that his past existence unrolled it.
self before him would be false. Some
parts of 1t came back as in a dream,
confused broken dream, with no CO.
herence in it. He was conscious that
he was about to die, but only in
vague, impersonal way that was void
OF fear, or even active interest. What
CALLED him most was that others were
to die too, and that 1t might not have
been, would not have been but for that
one moment of passionate misery in
which he had forgotten To- be true to
his word. His helplessness, too, was
awful. How long would the machine
tick on before it ran down? II he had
but known that he would have darei to
cry out, to warn the others, not to save
himself; he looked on his own case
dispassionately as hopeless. She had
silenced him effectually when she
she warned him that to bring others
round him was to gather them nearer
the awful danger, and a shout, though
1t be a shout of warning, more often
collects than dieperses those who hear
It. His brain was still confused by the
narcotic, but it was clearing quickly.
Eva would be in her dressing room in
another part of the building; Maria
possibly in the drawing room, nearer
but still far enough for her to have
some chance The servants below. not
above for the most part; all better
placed than il he shouted. He was
alone better, far better So No, he
had forgotten, there was the boy, Jim
Blake. In the little ante-room, busy
with scissors and paste.
Jim, jim. my lad, get out by the
window! Fly! fly for your life!" Clear,
distinct, commanding his voice rang
out.
"Oh, my Cod sir, what does it mean?
You're tied to the chair" The door
had opened and Jim Blake stood On the
threshold
Never mind me, lad, out by the win
dow. There's bomb on the tablet
may go off at any moment
Jim's knife was out of his pocket. He
was opening it with his teet,
Let 1t go of, he said. Il amt 60
ing to leave you
He was down on his knees hacking
away nadiy with the blunt and broken
blade but the rope defed his efforts.
For heavens sake leave mel"
By Heaven I won't! Well go to-
gether'
The boy was On his feet He was
staggering across the room. He had
dropped the knife and raised the infer
nal machine in both hands Across
the room to the open window Osborne
watched MIN go, DIlHd diHlOsJ WIN
horror for the doom he was able to
realize. now another was nearer it than
he. Sixty seconds had not licked of
on that other time piece on the mantle
shelf since his old loves fevered kiss
touched his hot lips. He saw the thing
fly into the open air. As it turned ov-
er he saw a cloud OF what might have
been Are or blood. He heard horrible
sounds commingled the nature of which
he could not divine. SO full the air was
of them, so full that it rocked again.
The room was in darkness or else
himself was blind. But something
had struck violently against him, and
then slipped TO his feet, something soft,
He thought it was the boys body. A
sigh escaped his lips and he knew no
more.