The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1908-07-31

His preparations for bed were brief,
consisting of throwing off his coat and
pulling off his boots, socks and trous-
ers. Setting the lamp, with flame
turned low, SO that the light would
not show on the window curtains, he
turned in without removing his under
clothing, though II was still wet Be-
fore retiring, however, he again FUN
bled about his waist with the same
nervous anxiety he had exhibited on
the brink of the flood and readjusted
some bulky object that showed its out
line under his shirt, completely en-
circling his body.
He had slept for some time when,
his senses alert to every suspicious
sound, he was wide awake and listen
ing.
Enthusiastically the creaK of cautious
footsteps could be heard in the room
below. He listened, tense and staring.
His caller made slow progress. Ger
tain progress, though, it was, and
toward the stairway leading to the
hall into which his room opened. Fol
plant on the part of the flooring. all
sound would cease for a minute or
more. Then, treasured, it would begin
again.
The man, half sitting in the bed,
stared wildly before him, but without
seeing. His whole sense was hearing
Precipitation stood beaded on his face
and hands. He was filled with fear
natural to the defenseless and cor
nered quarry.
But waiting was not to be tolerated
by man of his disposition to action.
He cautiously crawled from the bed
and stood looking about the dimly
lighted room, selecting the most prom
Using weapon of defense. There was
not much TO choose from-a light,
cane-seated chair, water pitcher and
wash bowl, the washstand and his
boots, besides the lamp. These APP
peared to be all that was available
not very effective against firearms.
Wait! Besides these there was one
more object. but so insignificant-a
small bottle of red ink. This last,
however. caught his eye and, with al
most a trace of amusement in express
sion, he quickly pulled a fat money
belt from about his waist beneath his
shirt, rumpled up the bed clothing and
thrust the belt under the mattress.
He next made his way carefully and
quietly to the stand and secured the
ink bottle, on the way noiselessly
| turning the chair on its side and pull
ing the curtain back as he passed the
window, exposing the half-open sash.
A broken pane of glass luckily added
to the general appearance of disarray
he plainly desired to produce. After
| placing the wash bowl upturned on
the floor, taking the pitcher from the
stand, disarranging the towel that had
been spread neatly across it, he took
one further satisfied glance about the
room.
Carefully then he stretched himself
in the middle of the floor, opened the
bottle of ink and poured some of its
crimson contents on his breast and
throat and across his forehead just
below the hair. The rest he poured on
the floor near his head and neck and
then tucked the bottle under his shirt
| where IL would not be seen. He
rumpled his underclothing to make II
appear to have been pulled aside by
the tearing away of the money belt
and finally lay with head thrown back
and eyes fixed on the ceiling, and wait
ed. 1t was a bold bit of acting. Would
it work?
He did not have long to wait, for
although he had made his preparations
as rapidly as possible, consistent with
silence, he had hardly completed the
tabeau setting before he heard muf
fed whispers at the door. There was
then, more than one caller. They were
deciding on the mode of entrance. The
door was a light one, offering but
slight obstruction to a strong man
Though aware of this they apparently
hesitated before taking so noisy a
method. Carefully the knob was
turned. but only to confirm what they
must have expected-that the door
was locked.
|
yielding TO a quick pressure from a
broad shoulder, the lock snapped with
a sharp report and a man sprang into
the room, holding a revolver. He did
not stop until his feet almost touched
the PROSTATE body on the floor. In the
dim light he made IL out and shrank
back to the door with an oath.
What is it. ALP came in a whisper
from the dark of the hall.
Someone has been here before us,
was the answer, as another man joined
him in the doorway. For moment the
two stood staring in disappointed rage
at the red-splotched object on the
floor. They took In the signs of strug
gle and the open window through
which a murderer and robber might
have entered and made his escape.
"Ain't that hell?" and the other as
scented that IL was.
We've got no business hanging
around here, and the quicker we cut
| ha fol1nur O0i