Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-09-24

SluuVeueL StoOu llNpueSlV0iy Dy tue
wall, his revolver raised and covering
Arrnitage. who walked slowly ana dog
gedly 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 wayerlng
limbs were incapable. At the moment
that Claiborne sprang upon the wall
behind Chauvenet Armitage swerved
and stumbled, then swayed from side
to side like drunken man. His left
| arm swung limp at his side. aud his
revolver remained undrawn in his belt
His gray felt hat was twitched to one
side OF his head. adding grotesque
touch to the impression of drunken.
ness. and lie was talking aloud:
"Shoot me. Mr., Chauvenet Go on
and shoot ne. am John Armitagc.
anl live in Montana, where real peo-
pie are. Go on and shoot! Winkel-
REDS In Jail, and the Jlg'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 dozen steps of Chauvenet,
who lifted his revolver until 1t covered
Armitage's head.
drop that gun! Drop It quick" And
Dick Claiborne swung the butt Of his
rifle high and brought It down with a
crash on Chauvenet's head; then Armi-
tage paused and glanced about and
laughed.
1t was Claiborne who freed Durand
from the dead horse. which had re-
ceIved the shots fred 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 zmal and the III fortune OF
the fight
ITS all over but the shouting.
What's next?' demanded Claiborne.
Tie him un and tie the other one
up" said Armitnge, staring about
queerly. "Wherc the devil Is Oscar?"
Hes after the big fellow. You're
badly fused. old man. We've got to
get out of this and nx you up"
.I'm all right I've got hole In my
shoulder that feels as big and hot as q
blast furnace. Hut we've got them
nailed, and it's all right, old man."
Durand continued to curse things VS.
ible and invisible as he rubbed his leg,
while Claiborne watched him tnpa-
| tlently.
III you start to run, I'll certainly kill
| you, monsieur"
1--WE have met. my dear sir, under
unfortunate circumstances. You should
not take II too much to heart about the
potato sack. II was the fault OF my
| dear colleagues. All. Arnitage. you
| look rather Ill. but | trust you VIII
harbor no harsh feelings"
Armitage did not look at him. His
| eyes were upon the PROSTATE 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 his legs and
| pinion his arms I'D 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 are quite willing to give you
| every assurance of our peaceable In
| tentions."
| ~ don't question It," laughed Clai
borne.
But. my dear sir. in America, even
in delightful America. the law VII
protect the citizens of another coun
| try"
ut will. indeed" and Claiborne grin
ned. put his revolver into Armitage's
hand and proceeded to cut the reins
/ from the dead horse. "In Americs
such amiable scoundrels as you are
given the freedom Of cities and little
! children scatter flowers In their path
You ought to write for the funny pa
4 pers. monsieur"
II trust your wounds are not serious
my dear Armitage"-
Armitage. sitting on bowlder. turn
ed his eyes YEARLY upon Durand
whose wrists Claiborne was knottinf
together with strap. The ofhcer spur
the man around viciously.
you beast. II you address Mr.. Armi
tage again I'll choke you'll"
| Chauvenet. sitting up and starinl
duly about, was greeted ironically b.
Durand:
/ prisoners, my dearest Jules: pris
oners, do you understand Will yo'
please arrange with dear Armitage t
let us go home and be good?"
Claiborne emptied the contents Q