The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1909-01-06
/" DHORE HE COULD
ARISE l WAS AT HIS
THROAT AGAIN"

| oil w Ill. DdSmar was awake.
he looked mere skeleton and
his transparent face was as white
as the coverlid.
He greeted me with a wan
smile and a hoarse whisper: at
Is good to see you again, Brown
he muttered. at proves to me
that l am on the mend"
1 took his feeble hand and
pressed it gently. At the bottom
of my heart l really liked the
man. But at that Marion stepped
forward and compelled me from
the room.
1t was a keen pleasure to pre-
pare her breakfast. I waited up
on her, but she did not speak to
me throughout the meal.
Presently she gave me instance
Iof her spirit. Mr.. Seton Dagmar
entered the room when she had
almost finished.
Sir" said I, "have you seen Sir
William this morning."
mol" he cried; "have your"
"Yes-he has rounded the corr
ner. He is sensible again, and
Sir Chas. Venner declares that he
is on the high road to recovery"
Hell and curses!" gasped Dag
mar. "Is that true?"
'"Too true!" I heaved a sigh.
ut may be only d flash in the
pan. Curse me if 1 don't go up
and have a look at the old boy
myself"
l began to protest at once, but
he hurled an oath at my head and
rushed out. Desperation had
lent him a rats courage. I fol-
lowed quickly, but he was already
in the sickroom before I reached
the door. Marion, as though con-
scious that her patient would dis
like to see his visitor, had swiftly
interposed herself between Mr..
Seton and the bed and by signs
she now forbade the young man
to advance.
KINDLY stand aside" muttered
Mr.. Seton Dagmar. ST intend to
see my uncle and you won't pre-
vent mel"
Another time" whispered Ma
rion, whose eyes were simply
ablaze. you cannot see him now.
He is asleep!"
Perhaps the fool imagined that
his uncle was dead, and that forj
some base esoteric purpose Marion
wished to hide his death. At ALL
events he thrust her brutally|
aside.
The noise of that scuffle awak-I
ened the sick man. "You here!"l
he gasped.
Seton Dagmar turned gray. "II
hope you're feel
ing better, sir!" he stammered.
Make him go!" whispered the
sick man very family.
Marion turned to Seton Dag-l
mar with the imperial manner of
a queen.
you heard. sir" she said
,oldly. |
The young man for a moment
made no reply; then he broke into
1 snarling stream of words.
II see how it is" he Kissed. II
You are using your internal pref
mess to cheat me out of my in
leritance. I've heard of your
'ort before, Marion he called
'ou-Marion'! Perhaps you'veI
vormed will out of him already. II
Perhaps you want to marry him
IN his death bed! oh! know
rour sort. But I'm not going toll
ct you fleece me. Not much. Ii
Here I am, and here / stay! Doll
our damndest-'
What further insults the vulgarI
uffian might have heaped upon Il
he beautiful woman he confrcnt-
ID I cannot guess. But at thatlI
uncture Marion threw me a
glance of passionate entreaty, and |,
ny heart leaped to answer herls
appeal.
In another second had him byIi
he throat and in stfll another I'll
lad hurled him sheer across thelt
Dom and through the door. Be- Ii
ore he could arise / was at his
.hroat again. X
1t was Sir Chas. Venner thatI
Iaved his life. The surgeon en-I
cred silently In the midst Of the,