Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1909-11-11

thing on her mind which troubled her,
and he guessed that he was the cause.
He started to speak, when he saw a
man step in the doorway and pause,
then another in another door. and
then some one came in-Boreas. His
face was sober as II he brought bad
news. He turned to Clemson. who
| was looking at his In establishment.
"Senor, pardon me-" Stanton heard
Boreas say, but have something to
tell you: | have just received news
OF an attempt against your life"-the
old mans face tonight.
want to be in time to save YOU"
Boreas looked up and his eyes swung
to Stanton. "And this is the man who
is chief in the attempt"
A low cry came from the girls lips.
Stanton was too astonished to speak
for a moment; then anger surged into
his heart thrilling and sitting his
speech.
"Why-you-you contemplate cur
you lie-what do you mean?" he de-
manded.
Boreas rubbed his hands with lit
tie deprecating movement, though his
eyes flashed into Stanton's answering
to Clemson.
Senior, / make not an argument"
softly said he, though his voice
snapped like whip lash. HE is the
man."
Stanton started across the floor with
one stride. A soft hand arrested him.
He looked down into her dark wide
eyes, and read there-belief. Quietly
she spoke: Wait" was all she said,
but the chill in her voice froze the
wrath within him.
Perhaps he is willing that we
search him; there may be something
to prove it." Boreas said, wicked. tri-
umphant smile on his face.
Search me?" Stanton calculated,
search aw-" Like a flash he remem-
bered the note.
All" came Boreas' voice, softly,
quiet, now. MIR. Stanton perhaps
does not wish it,"
For one wild moment Stanton longed
to leap upon his and crush to shape
lessness the dark, handsome, leering
face. He looked at the old mans
angry face, at her glance coldly rest
ing on his, at the quiet men waiting
In the doorway, and he knew the game
was in the others hands.
Search away" he said, quietly.
In few moments Boreas found the
note-the seal broken, and Stanton re-
membered that 1t snapped when he
put II in his pocket; ii had been care
fully fixed for the purpose no doubt.
Master Of the game, Boreas handed
1t to her. With trembling hands she
read 1t: she turned on him with a
little fiuttering cry that tore through
Stanton's heart like q split arrow-a
cry that barred to him her love for
him, shattered and broken forever
like flower beneath an iron heel.
"O-is it possible-you were going
she whispered, and that was all. Then,
the strength of her brave, womaniy
spirit came upon her. "Boreas, lock
him up!"
Alice! that note was handed"
leaped from his lips.
She interrupted him. What right
have you to speak? You-one of my
own people-Boreas."
Stanton had played the game too
long against the southern people to
waste his efforts now-his turn might
come later. Quietly he let the men
bind him and lead him to an clubhouse
where the field hands were sometimes
jailed. 1t was a vile, ill-smelling
place, but strong.
Boreas looked at him between the
bars.
We'll. my dear senior, what do you
Think" he asked, gloatingly.
"Boreas. one of these days, we'll
talk it over" Stanton answered quiz
city.
Boreas laughed gayly. "Listen-you
that was done well, don't you think,
eh?" then he went on to tell some of
the details, lingering over them with
greedy pleasure.
Stanton heard the words silently,
but the demon was rising within him,
and he turned on Boreas with a snarl
and gust of words that left the dark
face smiling. Suddenly II dawned
upon him that this was just what his
enemy was waiting for, and he
stopped short. All the effort of his
will went into his smile and words.
"Boreas, this is your turn-mark!
when mine does cOme-o
BAH" was sBoreas' answer. Then
he turned to the man who stood guard
near and spoke few words and was
gone.
Silence fell, the deep, tense silence
of tropic night. Stanton paced the
narrow cell from end to end in fever
of body and soul He walked to the
narrow window, from which he could
see the beautiful southern stars,
calmly twinkling, the long stretch of
garden, heavy with the odor of the