The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-08-01

there was I'm the world
She put you up to this--she was
always in love with you, and you
know IT,"
There was a dangerous look in
Foyle's eyes, and his jaw set hard.
There would be no shame in a de.
cent woman caring for me, even If it
was true. | haven't put myself out
side the boundary as you have. You're
my brother, but you're the worst
scuundrel in the country--the worst
unhanged. Put on the table there the
letter in your pocket II holds $500
belonging 20 your child There's
$4,000 more TO be accounted for"
The other hesitated, then with an
oath threw the letter on the table
"Ill pay the rest as soon as | can. II
you'll stop this damned tomroolery,"
he said sullenly, for he saw that ne
was in a hole
'You'll pay It, suppose, ont Of
what you stole from the c. p. Il. con.
tractors chest No, | don't thlnl, that
will do"
you want me to go to prison,
them"
Il think not. The truth would come
out at the trial---the whole truth-the
murder, and ALL There's your child
Bobby. You've done him enough
wrong already. DO You want him
but II doesn't matter whether you do
or not-do you want him 10 carry
through life the fact that his father
was a iailbird and a murderer just as
10 Byndon carries the scar you made
when you threw her against the
door?"
What do you want with me, them"
The man sank slowly and heavily
back into the chair.
There is a way-hayc you never
thought Of it, When you threatened
others as you did me. and life seemed
such little thing in others-can't
you think?"
Bcwildercd, the man looked around
helplessly. In the silence which fol.
lowed Foyle's words his brain was
struggling TO see n way out. Foyle's
further words seemed to come from
great distance.
IT'S not too late to do the decent
\ thing. You'll never repent of all you've
donc-you'll never do different-you
| never would"
The old reckless, irresponsible
spirit revived in the man. he had
both courage and bravado, he was not
hopeless yet OF finding an escape
from the net lie would not beg, he
would struggle.
I've lived as I meant to- and I'm
not going to sniveI or repent now. It's
all a rotten business, anyhow" he re.
| joined.
With a sudden resolution the eX.
sergeant put his own pistol in his
pocket, then pushed Halbeck's pistol
over toward him on the table Hal
bcck's eyes lighted eagerly, grew red
with excitement, then a change passed
over them. They now settled on the
pistol and stayed.
He heard Foyle's voice. ITS with
you to do what you ought to do. OF
course you can kin me. My pistols
in my pocket But | don't think you
| will You've murdered one man. You
| won't load your soul IN with another
| Besides, If you kill me, you will never
| get away from KOwatin alive. But
it's with you-take your choice. It's
me or you"
Halbeck's fingers crept out and
found the pistol,
DO your duty, Dorl," said the ex.
| sergeant as he turned his back on his
| brother.
The door of the room opened, and
Goatry stepped inside softly He had
work to do, II need be, and his face
showed it, HaIbeck did not see him.
There was a demon in Halbeck's
eyes, as his brother stood, his back
| turned, taking his chances. A large
mirror hung on the wall opposite Hal
beck Goatry was watching Halbeck's
iaco in the glass, and saw the danger.
He measured his distance.
All at once FIalbeck caught Goatry's
eyes in the mirror The dark devilrv
faded ont Of his eyes. His lips moved
in whispered oath Every way was
blocked.
with sudden wild resolution he
raised the pistol to his head. II
cracked, and he fell back heavily in
the chair. There was a red trlckle az
| the temple.
"IIe had the pluck" said Goatry. as
Foyle swung around with a face of
| misery.
A moment afterward came a rush
OF people. Goatry kept them back
Sergeant Foyle arrested Halbeck.
the robber and lIalbecks shot him.
self" Goatry explained 70 them.
A white-laced girl With a scar on
her temple made her way into the
| room
| Come away-come away, Jo" said
the voice of the man she loved: and
lie did not let her see the lifeless fig
ure in the chair,
Three days later the plains swal.
lowed them, as they made their way
with Billy Goatry to the headquarters
Of the Riders OF the Plains, whore
Sergeant Foyle was requested to re.
consider his resignation Which he
! lid. And henceforth he did rot traIel
the trail OF life alone. a.