Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-01-16

grey rock. But no one came out ut
the noise of our facing wheels With
yell rushed him, and IN a moment
we were past and out on the moor
again.
"Yes, / played with him as cat
does with a mouse; now surging
along as if to end him. and anon
drawing slowly off. But mile or
two further there is curious dip in
the road, down which we raced, A
tall obelisk, doubtless set there in
memory of some great fighter of
times long past-perhaps the Black
George Of Galloway-crowned little
heather mound to the right.
Il could see the yellow French car
slacken speed as it took the hill OPP
posite. On the contrary the weight
of my Mercedes carried her to the
top with undated force. He needed
fuel, too, and was beginning to know
| it.. Before me / saw the wide coun-
| try. spread to horizon of low whale
backed ridges, with the rocks have
spoken of (called 'clintsD all about
dreary place, but fit for my work
There was also q long ditch showing
| back among the turfy heather, all
| gashed into deep cracks. and proper
| for my purpose as If it had been
made so. AS saith Pope Nicholas,
| 1T was indeed I have confessed to
| him already since my return, for he is
| high in the committees
Then, because it was time to end,
caused the heavy Mercedes to
sweep up abreast Of the lighter
French car, from the right side. 1t
was narrow way. Fair on the
chassis, little before the rear wheel,
4 I struck. and our weight and force
turned the yellow car over into lit
tie ravine. But Nicholaivitch Nego-
tin, who was James Kahn, stood on
! bis feet and leaped, casting his coat,
in which was the plumber OF his mas
ter. we'll before him. He landed fair,
and stopped to gather up his treas
ure. But. seeing my face, as | think.
under the crook of his arm, he left all
and fed for his life.
! Truly saith our Papa Batyuslin
the holy Nicho'as, all that a man
hath will he give for his life' He
saw me stand up in the Mercedes,
fitting the stock upon the Mauser pis-
4 toll He screamed and ran. | laugh,
| ed.
(. 1T sounded curious, even to my
self, in that lonely place You Sc,
there was only |, the quiet clerk
known to you as John Casimir. All
CT mine were dead. So they could not
laugll-at least. not aloud But the
curious thing is that, as | drove the
nickel cartridges off the little band
of bent metal, l felt the little cold
fingers which had always had on my
wrists slide upwards. helping me &c
press them into the reservoir.
Then there began that pursuit.
s which will live with me all my DAYS
that. indeed. for which | had prayed
if such as | can pray. Now, james
Kahn had lived hotly. and. according
ly, he was no match for me at TIL:
running-no more than his Frene!
car had been. So | ran higher Oh
dryer ground. and. passing occasion
ally. shot high and low and ever,
way about him. 1t is no childs ta!'
to spin by the Christmas fireside, 81
will make it short. He ran an.
screamed. And well, | ran thu
,, faster till he was all out of breath
finding. however, the time toete|l hin
over his shoulder of that day among
, the mountains, to remind him OF hi
laughter and his fathers. of5the littl
ones who ran to seek the safety the,
never found, and of a daughter o
mine whose life he was responsible
for taking. And lie hid his face ant
. screamed-ah. as none of ours ha;
done. Then he came to the head .
the long black gully filled with water
: Half full 1t was, or little more. A
he made the half-turn to save himsel
across the moor, | ran close besid
him, keeping alongside like a friend
J, He had no life left in him-scarcel
even to beg for mercy. / do him thi
! JUSTICE do not think that he did
knowing it altogether useless an
< vain.
Then L hade him laugh as he ha
done that red day of the white SNOW
, from behind the boulders toward
' which the children ran, my brother
4 and my sisters
! And lo! he did it. hearing, throug
!, his deadly fear my voice as a col
4 demned soldier hears the word (
3 command which orders the platoon t
Y fire
$ Eyes, he laughed, as when my littl
4 daughter dropped sideways across m
l shoulders. Yes. he laughed, rur
!. ming and laughing, believe me VIII
Y will. 1t is true, and, as he turne
0 sideways at the end of the waite
$ gorge, shot him quietly and steadil!
: as if taking aim at a target. An