The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1909-03-08

realization OF the suffering he had
caused.
Helen swayed, and would have fallen
but for Jacks strong arm. Win
sharp grip of the shoulder he said, In
stimulating severity:
Hes free. Helen, he's free"
yes, mother, I'm free" Clay rose 10
his feet, his arms about his mother,
/ Helen's face sank on his breast There
was a hushed silence, in which the
bling whisper: My hoy my boy"
Jack LETT them and crossed the room.
greeting Col. Bailey. who had accom-
| panied Clay to the house and now fol-
lowed him into the room, Helen,
reused by the stir about her, looked up
standing by Mrs. Campbell, her fingers
locked In Joy almost as Intense and
inarticulate as Helen's. The mother
generously turned Clay's face and
pointed TO the girl.
Viola, my brave sweetheart" Clay
whispered. as he took her in his arms.
is 1t really over?" Viola asked.
lack K was shaking Col. Balley'ss hand.
IT'S great victory. Colonel. II ever
lawyer made good hght Tor mans
want TO shake this mans hand
Viola. who was nearest. took the hand
OF the attorney as she met him.
Il could have thrown my arms around
YOU when you made that speeoh.
lantiy. Too many Young fellows
crowdlnG into the profession as It is.
The lawyer passed on 10 Helen, who
said: life must he sweet to a man who
can do 50 much good ms YOU do"
Il couldn't stand It. YOU know" Bal.
that my ability works both WAYS"
'Marse Clay" 1t was the trembling
voice Of Uncle Harvey. who. finding his
dining-room deserted. had come into the
library.
Harvey, Why dear old Harvey
CLAY took him by both hands. The
old darkv proceeded 10 pat him on arms
and shoulders to he doubly sure that the
boy was really back.
Yes. suh-yes, suh-could YOU eat any
thing, Marse Clay"
Eat ANYTHING" aurhed tho boy
Why I'm starving. Uncle Hirvey."
Yes. sub" The old man capered
from the room.
But YOU come with me-" said Clay to
his mother and Viola.
MY boy. Colonel Helen apoogized,
as she left the room with Clay. taking
Raii'ey 1T" and Mrs. Campbell followed.
Ellincer, who was the last OF the process
sion to quit Brookned and Prentice.
said as he left the room:
" tAl' ! NNAl IfiIfNt tbUlu eat any
thinG-5ut l suppose there'll be some
thing else
BrookAe.d took from the table the
thTrG1ateaninT letter Of. Hartmyth. -,
oeE Mr '0 RroG EGH SFH'' IN. Justice an.
swered, impress!vely never doubt
Rrookfielis hand was above his head
,n touch with the button OF the electro
lier There was the sound OF rushing
footsteps in the hallway. Hardmuth,
livld OF countenance. dashed into the
room.
You think you'll send me to the gal.
Both hands were struggling 10 free
from his overroat pocket double-Nar- I
relied derringer that had caught In, the I
lining; The weapon vas freed; there
Hardmuth pushed i, against Brook
Stop" As II released by Rrooktlelis
word the full light OF the electrolier fell I
into Hardmuth's eyes. I
Behind Brookfeld one hand OF the old /
Justice pointed at Hsrdmuth in silent I
thought seemed to desert him. He ie!; .
in his face the glare OF the light; he I.
saw Brookfeld's eyes. like TWO burning .
Goals from which 1t was impossible 10 .
take his gaze. Behind Br1okheld. In the .
circle OF half-lIght, he felt rather than .
saw the eyes OF Prentice Through n I
haze OF consciousness he heard Brook ,
fields level monotOne-slOw, compelling I
you can't use that gun-you can't 4
pull the trigger-you cant even hold .
the gun"
Hardmuth heard the sound OF the der.
ringer as It dropped from his inert .
grasp and struck the floor. And then .
again the voice OF Brookfield:
Nov, Frank, you may go
Hardmuth felt as one waking from
dream. In an awed and throaty whts-
per he said: I'D like to know how in .
hell you did that to me-