The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-10-25
SATAN SANDERSON
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automobile had stopped at the curb,
Two men whom il carried were Just en-.
tcrinC the hotel.
Harry had seen many such machines
in his wanderings. and they had aroused
no battling instinct of habitude But
the old self wns stirring now, every
sense alert. Hour by hour he had found
himself growing more dchcatclv susccp.
iiblc To subtle mental impressions,
haunted by shadowy reminders of things
and places, Something in the sight of
the long, low racer reminded him
of what? His eye traced its polished
lines, noting it's cunning mechanism. Its
build for silent speed. with the eager
lighting of a connoisseur. He took
step toward II, oblivious to all about
him.
He did not noGc that men were gath.
erug that the nearest saloon was emp
tVing Of it's occupants. Nor did he soc
girl on horseback, with tiny ch1ld
, before her on the saddle, who relned up
sharply opposite.
The rider was Jcssica the child, an
ccstatic 6ve.yoarold she had picked up
on the fringe Of the town. 20 canter IN
with her hands gripping the pommel of
the saddle She saw Harry s position
instantly and guessed II was ,perllons.
What did the men mean TO dog she
leaned forward, a swift apprehension IN
Harry came back suddenly TO a real
izatiou of his surroundings. He looked
about him, startled his cheek darkeninG
it's red, every muscle instinctively tight
eniug. He saw danger in the lowering
faces, and the old lust of daring leaped
up instantly 10 grapple with the reJu'
venatcd character.
Deviin s voice came over the heads
Of the crowd as burly and shirt.sleeved,
no strnD. ugrpSs rho 81
"Hand over tho dust YOU We stolen
before YOU arc tarred and feathered,
Hugh Stires,'
Harry looked Mt him surprised, his
mind instantly recurring 10 the placard
he had seen. Here was a tangible ac-
cusation.
''I have stolen nothing" he respond.
ed quietly.
"Whcre did he get what he Just sold
me7' The ieweler s sour query rose
behind him from the doorway.
"We II find that out! - was the rough
rejoinder
In face Of his threatening peril, Jessi-
ca forgot all clse-the restive horse, tho
child. She sprang to the ground, her
face panied and indignant, and started
TO run across the street. But with cry
of dismay she turned back. The horse
had caught sight of the red automobile,
and, snortipg and wildeyed, had swung
into the roadway.
"It's Devlin' s hd!'i some one cried
out, and Devlin, turning, went suddenly
ashen. The baby was the one soft spot
in his ru!iauly heart He spTang to-
ward the animal, but the movement and
the hands clutching at the bride sent
1t TO a leaping terror. In another in
stant IL had broken through the ring Of
bystanders. and. frenZied at ITS free
dom, dashed down the long. level street,
with tho child cliuging to the saddle
pommel.
II was all the work of a moment, one
of panic and confusion, through which
rang Jessica S scream of remorsc and
fright. Torpor held the crowd-all save
one, whose action followed the scream
ms leap follows the spur. In n single
step Harry gained the automobile. With
an instantaneous movement he pushed
the lever down and ierked the throttle
wide. The machine bounded into its
pace, the people rolling back before II,
and, gathering hesdway, darted after
the runaway.
The spectators stood staring. He II
never catch him. said Michael Hal
loran, who had Joined the crowd. Flu
neral Hollow s only mile away With
others he hurried to the hotel balcony,
where he could watch the exciting race.
Jcssica stood stockstill, as bianched as
Devin, wringing her hands.
Harry Sanderson had acted with
headloug intention. without calculation,
almost without consciousness OF mental
process. Standing on the pavement,
with the subtle lure of the motor creep
ing in his veins, his whole body respond
ing-as his fingers had tingled at sight
of the violin-to the muftled vibrations
Of that halted bundle OF steel in the
sharp exigencY he had answered an over
mastering impulse. In the same breath
me ne ndG Isa% n%g e,S5 botb rLed Se anu
guished cry. With the first bound of
the car under him. as the crowd was
snatched behind. weird, exultant thrill
shot through every nerve. Each bolt
and bar he knew as one would tell his
fingers. Somewhere, at some time, he