Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-10-12

AZ Ne dtd %, unseen ty both Of them,
face ives pressed for an Instant
against tbs pane Of glass in the stable
wall!
YOU'RE brave girl and may Goo
bless you" ne said, e1tinguishing the
light He flung the door wide and
she rode out into the storm. Locking
the portal, he plunged back toward the
house to write his hurried note, for
there was much to do and scant time
for its accomplishment, despite the
helping hand of the hurricane. He
heard the voice Of Boring rs 1t thun-
de:ed on the golden sands, and knew
thnt the first great storm Of the fall
had come. Hellceforth he saw that
tn. violence Of men would rival the
rising ele,.ants, for the deeds Of this
night would stir their passions as
Aeolus was rousing the hate Of the
sea.
| lie neglected to bolt the house door
rs he entered, but flung of Ills dripping
| coat and, Selling pad. and pencil.
| scrawied his message. The wind
screamed about the cabin, the lamp
Jared smokily ani Glen!ster felt
draft suck past him as though from M
! open door at his back as he wrote:
I can't do anything more. The ond has
come and it has brought the hatred aud
tioodshed that 1 have been trying TO pre-
vent. j played the game according 10
! .our rules, but they forced me back to
| FIRST principles In spite OF myself, and now
| don't know what the finish will be. To-
morrow will tell. Take care Of your un-
! Gle, and II you should wish to communi-
cate with mo. go to Cherry Malotte She
/, iy friend to both of us. Always your
servant, ROY GLENlSiEh.
! AS he sealed this he paused, while he
| felt the hair OIL his neck rise and bris-
| tie and chill race up his spine. His
heart fiuttered, then pounded onward
| till the blood thumped audibly at his
ear drums and he found himself sway
ling in rhythm to It's beat. The muscles
| OF his back cringed and rlppled at the
! proximity Of some lowering peril, and
/ yet an irresistible feeling forbade him
| to turn A sound came from close be-
! hind his chairthe drip, drip, drip OF
water. 1t was not from the caves, nor
! yet from faulty single. His back
| was to the kitchen door, through which
4 he had come, and, although there were
no mirrors before him, he felt men
acing presence as surely as though 1t
had touched him. His ears were tuned
to the finest pin pricks Of sound, SO
| that he heard the faint signing
| "squish" of sodden shoe upon which
a weight had shifted. Still something
| chained him to his seat. It was as
/ though his soul laid a restraining hand
upon his body, waiting for the instant.
/, He let his hand seek his hip careless
, ", but remembered where his gun was.
| Mechanically he addressed the note In
shaking characters, while behind him
| sounded the constant drip, drip, drip
that he knew came from saturated
garments. For long moment he sat-
till he heard the stealthy click Of a gun
lock mufled by finger pressure. Then
he set his face and slowly turned to
! find the Bronco Kid standing behind
| him as though risen from the sea, his
| light clothes wet and clinging, his feet
centered in spreading puddle. The
dim light showed the convulsive fury
/ Of his features above the leyeled
weapon, whose hammer was curled
back like the head Of q striking adder,
his eyes cleaning with frenzy. Glen
listers mouth was powder dry, but his
mind was leaping riotously like dust
before gale, for he OWNED himself to
be in the deadIiest peril OF his life.
When he spoke the calmness OF his
voice surprised himself. III
/ whats the matter, Bronco?" The
Kid made no reply, and Roy repeated,
what do you wantW *
.Thats a hell Of question" the
gambler said hoarsely. II want you,
Of course, and I've got you"
Hold up! I am unarmed. This Is
your third try, and want to know
4 what's back Of it.
Damn the talk!', cried the faro deal
er, moving closer till the light shone on
1 his features, which commenced to
| twitch. He raised the revolver he had
half lowered. There's reason enough,
and you know 1t"
Glenister looked him fairly between
the eyes, gripping himself with firm
hands to stop the tremor he felt in his
bones. "You can't kill me-" he said.
IT am too good man to murder. You
might shoot crook, but you can't kill
/ MatsaagxgMl,.