Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-09

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 did not halt the Servian when he found Oscar at his heels.
 Chauvenet stood impassively by the wall, his revolver raiseO and corertng Armftage, who walked slowly and dog Ecdly toward him. The pallor in Armi- tage's face gave him an unearthly look. He appeared to be trying to force him self to pace of which his waversng limbs were incapa bie. At the moment that Claiborne sprang upon the wall behind Chauvenet Armitage swerveg and stumbled, then svayed from side to side like drunken man. His !efr arm swung limp at his side, and his revolver remained undrawn in his belt. His gray felt hat was twftched to one side of his head, adding a grotesque touch to the impression of drunken sANoSS, 0Au IC "aO laIAAuE 6AO9ll.
 Shoot me, MT. Chauvenet Go on and shoot me. I am John ArmitaSe, and live in Montana, where read peo- pie are. Go on and shoot! Winke.- ried's in Jail, and the Jig's up and the empire and the silly king are safe. Go on and shoot, tell your
 He had stumbled on until he WAS within dosen steps of Chauvenet, who lifted his revolver until 1t covered Armitage's head
 Drop that gun! Drop it quickr' And Dick Claiborne swung the butt of his rifle high and brought it down with a crash on Chauvenet's head; then Ar1ni- tage paused and glanced about and laughed.
 It was Claiborne who freed Durand from the dead hosse, which had re- ceived the shots fired at Oscar the mo- ment he rose at the wall. The fight was quite knocked out of the conspira- tor, and he swore under his breath, cursing the unconscious Chauvenet and the missing Zmai and the Ill fortune of the light
 Its all over but the shouting. Whats ne1ty' demanded Claiborne.
 ''Tie him up and tie the other one up,' said Armitage, staring about queerly. Where the devil is OscarT
 He's after the big fellow. You're badly fussed. old man. We've got to get out of this and fix you up"
 'I'm all right. I've got hole in my shoulder that feels as big and hot as blast furnace. But we've got them nailed, and it's all right, old man."
 Durand continued to curse things vis- ible and invisible as he rubbed his leg, while Claiborne watched him impa- tiently.
 eff you start to run, I'll certainly kill you, monsieur"
 we have met, my dear sir, under unfortunate circumstances. You should not take it too much to heart about the potato sack. It was the fault of my dear colleagues. An, Armitage, you look rather ill, but I trust you will harbor no harsh feelings"
 Armftage did not look at him. His eyes were upon the prostrate figure of Chauvenet. who seemed to be regain ing his wits. He moaned and opened his eyes. Search him, Claiborne to make sure. Then get him on bis legs and pinion his arms and tie the gentlemen together. The bride on that dead horse is quite the thing" "But, messieurs," began Durand, who was striving to recover his com posture, ''this is unnecessary My friend and I are quite willing to give you every assurance of our peaceable in tantions" 'T don't question it." laughed Clal- borne.
 @But, my dear sir, in America, even in delightful America. the law will protect the citizens of snother coun- try" Tt will, indeed" and Claiborne grin rsd, put his revolver into Armitage's hand and proceeded to cut the reins sson the dead horse. 'Iu America sssch amiabie scoundrels as you are ssven tl.e freedom of cities and little ess,drea scatter flowers n their path Eou ought to write for the funny pa psr. monsieur
 ~f trust your wounds are not serious, rnr dear Armitaes"-
 A-snitage, sitting on powder, turn d tlis eyes wearily upon Durand, xAose wrists Claiborne was knotting together with strap. The officer spun tse man around viciously.-
 You beast, if you address MT. Armi- hss again I'll choke yoa!'
 caauvenet, sitting up and staring 1u'iy about, was greeted ironically by Drrand:
 rfsopers, ny dearest Jules: pris- onsrs, ho you understand2 Will you pAssse arrange with dear Armitage to isf us go home and be goody'
 Claiborne emptied the contents of Duranfs pockets upon the ground and tossed flask to Armitage.
 We will discuss matters at the bun salow. They always go to the nearest farmhouse to sign the treaty of peace Let us do everything according to the best traditions"
 A moment later Oscar ran in from the direction of the gap to find the