Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-11-07
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weapon. But Immediately he realized
that the noise had been only the slam
ming OF the door at the head Of the
stairs--the door whose glazed panel
loomed above him, shedding . difused
light to guide his footsteps, its opales.
cent surface lettered with the name OF
HENRY M. BANNERMAN.
Attorney & Counselor-at-I4aw,
the door Of the office whose threshold
he had so often crossed to meet .
friend and adviser. II was with o
shock that he comprehended this, q
thrill Of wonder. He had all but for
gotten that Bannerman owned an Of
fce In the building. In tho rush, the
urge of this wild adventure. Strange
that Anisty should have chosen 1t for
the scene OF his last stand-strange,
and strangely fatal for the criminal
For Maitland knew that from this
eyrie there was no means of escape.
other than by the stairs.
Well and good! Then they had tho
man. and
The thought was flashing in his
mind, illumining the darkness of his
despair with the hope that he would
be able to force . word as to the girl 5
whereabouts from the burglar ere the
police arrived; Maitlands foot was
on the upper step, when Z scream OF
mortal terror--her voice!--broke from
within. Halt maddened. he threw him.
self bodily against the door. twisting
the knob with frantic fingers that
slipped upon its immovable polished
surface.
The bolt had been shot, he was
barred out. and, with only the width CT
/ 4 mans hand between them, the girl
was In deathly peril and terror.
A sob that was at the same time an
oath rose to his lips. Bafied. helpless,
he fell back, tears Of rage starting to
his eyes, her accents ringing In his
ears as terribly pitiful as the cry Of a
lost and wandering soul.
God" he mumbled incoherently.
and In desperation sent the pistol-butt
crashing against the glass. 1t was
tough, stubborn: the first blow scarce
~ fawed 1t. As he redoubled his ef-
forts to shatter It, Hickey's hand shot
over his shoulder to aid him.
And with startling abruptness the
barrier seemed to dissolve before their
eyes, the glass falling inward with
shrill chatter.
Quantity, with the effect Of q pic
ture cast BY . cinematograph in a
darkened auditorium, there leaped
upon Maitland's field Of vision the pic
ture Of Anisty standing at bay, face
drawn and tense. lips curled back,
eyes lurid with defiance and despair.
He stood. poised upon the balls of
his feet, like 4 cat ready to spring,
in the doorway between the inner and
outer onices. He raised his hand with
an indescribably swift and vicious
gesture, and q fame seemed to blaze
out from his flnger.tips.
At tho same instant Hickey's weapon
spat by Maitland's cheek; the young
man felt the hot furnace breath Of 1t.
The burglar reeled as though from
q tremendous blow. His infamed fea-
lures were suddenly whitened, and his
right arm dropped Imply from the
shoulder, revolver falling from fingers
involuntarily relaxing.
Z Hickey covered him. Surrender"
he roared. And hred again. For
Anisty had gone to his knees, reach
ing for the revolver with his unin-
jured arm.
The detectives second bullet winged
through the doorway, over Anisty's
head, and bit through the outer WIFI
dow. AS Anisty. with tremendous
strain upon his failing powers, strug-
gled to his feet. Maitland, catching tho
1nurderous CLEAN in the mans eye,
pulled trigger. The burglars answer.
ing shot expended itself as harmlessly
a. Maitland's. Both went wide Of their
marks.
: And OF sudden Hickey had drawn
the bolt, and the body Of police be-
hind forced Maitland pellmell into tho
room. AS he recovered he saw Hickey
hurting himself at the criminals throat
--'one second too late. True to his
pledge never to be taken alive, Anisty
had sent his last bullet crashing
through his own skull.
a cry of horror and CONSERVATION
forced itself from Maitland's throat
The police halted, each where he
stood. transfxed. Anisty drew him
self up. with trace Of pride in his
pose; smiled horribly; put \ hand