The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-22

Hill, duu WlldL dllS the L SCdTLcu
to go in the office, but he leaped against
the door, so I didn t. I was afraid
he might get out and run upstairs and
wake mother. Oh, what is it all
-, "N,e9thing for you to worry about,
90. Your uncle is IL hurry VI for rs some
things in the Office He put away her
clinging arms gently, and hurried on
toward the office, but the girl followed
him. "If | don T. stand by ready to
shut the door behind you, that dog will
} be out, she said. All at once con-
she cried out: in terror and horror, * Oh.
j know. it is: that man out there, and
Jack wants to- get at him. I know"
1T is nothing for you to & worry
!. =, know $, Is he going to def Is he
mo, your uncle doesn't think 50.
Don't hinder me, dear. - + ~. > -, -
mo, I won't. = will stand ready
and bang the door together after YOU.
before Jack can get out. Oh, it is that
man! = Clemency was. half historical,
but she stood her ground. When James
opened the office door cautiously and
slipped thru the opening. he pushed it
together with surprising strength.
!" Don It get bitten yourself - she called
out anxiously. r, ~s. :.
: For a moment James thought that he
might be bitten, for the dog was so
frenzied that he was almost past the
point Of recognizing his friends He
made a powerful leap upon James, the
crest upon his back as rigid as steel,
but James snatched at his collar, threw
him, and spoke, and the well-trained
animal succumbed before his: voice.
"Charge!' Numbered the young man,
and the dog obeyed, altho still bristling
up his leash and fastened him to the
staple, then he opened the inner office.
door, and spoke quickly and reassuring-
~ to Clemency, who was huddled be-
hind it shaking with fear. "He is all
right. I have fastened him." he said:
:, n D worry Now I must go and
Gle didn't bite yous' - =
"Oh, no. he knew me the minute I
spoke. Sit down here by the fire and
don t be frightened; that's good little
girl. .E... 49,. .y..-
With that James was out by the
other door and in the drive beside
Gordon, who was still assiduously ap-
plying water to the red throat of the
PROSTATE man. cit is beginning to
slack up little.'' he said hoarsely.
"Here, give me the cotton, and see if
you can It get drop of brandy between
his teeth. They are clinched, but just
now he moved a little. He may be able
to swallow, Aaron, put the team into
the wagon, and get mattress and some
blankets from the storercom. Hurry,
he may come to himself any minute and
he must not stay here any longer than
necessary. - Gordon was working fierce
ly as he spoke, and James took the cork
b. L. a. IL La.s
to force a little between the man. s
clinched teeth. Aaron hurried into the
stable and lit another lantern, and went
about executing his orders. James,
kneeling over the PROSTATE man,
attempting to minister to him, saw
the face fully in the glare
of the lantern. The unconscious face
did not look as evil as he remembered
it. He even had a doubt if it were the
stood at his horse s head, and, so ter
riied Clemency. Then he became con-
WINGED that it was the same. There
could be no mistaking the features,
which were unusually regular and hand
some, but with a strange popularity of
lines. It seemed to James that, even
while the man was unconscious, all his
features presented slightly upturned
lines as of bitter derision, intersected
with downward lines Of melancholy.
All these lines were very delicate, but
they served to give expression. He
looked like man who had suffered
and made others suffer. for his suffer
ings, with a cruel enjoyment at the
spectacle. Tt was a strange face, but
not an evil one. However, after James
had succeeded: lin forcing few, drops
Of brandy, which were met with con-
vulsive swallowing, between the man IS
teeth, he: moved again, and his eyes
opened, and Immediately the evil shone
out of the face like malignant fame
in a lamp; Knowledge Of, and delight
in, evil cleaned out Of the sudden
brightness Of the man 8 great eyes.
Then the, evil seemed to. leap to rage,
as a spark leaps to fame. He tried to
raise himself, and cursed in choking
voice. He seemed awake most fully2to
consciousness. and to know exactly
what had happened. The dog in the
office sent forth perfect volley Of
barks. The man had been obliged to
sink back, but his right hand fumbled
feebly for his pocket.
It is not there Gordon: said
coolly.
sShoot him, you-or-'' croaked the