Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-06-24

speechcss when after bis trembling
! fingers had turned OF the rear light he
saw the man before him was none
other than Malcolm Dalzell. who stood
white and quiet facing his captor
Ill can't comprehend" Thompson
almost stammered. still covering the
marauder with his revolver. You
Of all people,
The man before him molstened his
lips Lewis" he said at last, "wlll
you believe ne if say. in spite Of this.
I'm not the robber--that It's just I'M
fortunate circumstances that have
brought This about? Will your
Lewis Thompson recovered his cool
ness, and he laughed shortly sarcas-
tically. glancing significantly at the
dark lantern, the fallen jimmy, the
goods piled at hand for removal.
81 don't see any one but you, Dal-
zell" he said CURLY. you've got to
take your medicine. You can plead
kleptomania. you know. Rising young
business man. easy circumstances, no
need to rob-why. Of course, it's KEEP
, tomaniaw
There was little triumph edging
into his laugh as what this meant to
his rival dawned upon him. Mud it
was likewise dawning upon his cap
tive. who shut his jaw when the mar
shall, hastily summoned, almost re-
fused to obey Thompson's command to
take the prisoner to the Jail
GO ahead, Smith" was all that NAL
colin Dazell would say, and he walked
to the lookup with his head in the air.
The whole town shared the sensa-
lions Of Smith the next morning, and
the Rosemont Banner exhausted all its
heavy black faced type that evening
and paused only for absence of more
space 1t was paralyzing, horrifying,
this downfall OF a man like Malcolm
Dalzell. one Of those queer groupings
out of hidden tendencies that some
times destroy the worlds best
The three days that interviewed be-
fore his preliminary hearing drew lines
in Dalzel's face and gave him pallor
that usually it takes age to bring. Yet
be maintained those close shut lips
and, further than stating he was not
guilty, refused to talk.
When he faced his friends and
neighbors at the preliminary hearing
there was trace Of proud defiance in
! his glance that yet was strangely hurt,
for on many faces he read a dawning
wavering in allegiance to him.
Much talk had bred suspicion. and
every one knew Of the long rivalry be-
tween the two men What more natu-
raj than that Dalzell should attempt to.
harass. to ruin his opponent? So they
waited for the sensational disclosures.
The sensation came AS usual with
sensations. it was quite different from
what was expected This white faced
girl with eyes Redeemed By fears. who
suddenly presented herself struck pity
from the heart Of the hardest She
spoke rapidly. breathlessly
MALCOLM did not do it," she protest
ed, with tight clasped hands. IF he
won't tell | will. now that know the
truth 1t was Dick. my brother and
Malcolm, who also was watching saw
him and entered Thompsons store to
save him, to get him away. to help
him, and when Lewis Thompson came
upon him-he, Malcolm, would not tell
because"-
Milly Wainwright's voice died away.
but the end Of the sentence was fur
nshed by Malcolm DalZelrs quick step
to her side and hiding her tears on his
shoulder Both had made their sacri-
fee for each other and out Of the bit
terness had snatched happiness. And
Rosemont. with the ickleness of the
human race, said it served Lewis
Thompson right and he should have
had more common sense.