The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-06-22

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 WE'VE RUN YOU TO KARTH, MR. woLF." ment, while Judge Pleyden coughed dryly and bis daughter sheltered her self behind the ample bulwarks of Mime. Davezac, who, now that the source of her fears had been identified, had regained her serene composure and was staring curiously at Kirby.
 'It was Colonel Moreau he killed?" whispered Adele in a strangely quiet and emotionless voice.
 'Shot down like dog. Moreau was unsrmed,'' growled young Randall, with brutal brevity.
 'Indeedv murmured Kirby, evincing sudden interest How do you knoww
 Because no weapon was found with the body"
 "Who told you that7"
 Nobody"
 'Then how do you know?"
 'I found Moreau's body, and am the chief witness against you," snap ped the boy, splitting out the words with distilled venom.
 Aaron Randall's expression changed, and with sudden agitation he grasped NJ. Veaudry's arm. To both men some Idea of the boys despicable action had occurred.
 Kirby waited coolly, surveying his accuser, while he carefully chose his next words. "So you are the man had to f1nd,' he said measuredly, with a sardonic, contemptuous smile. Did you throw that pistol away, or did you keep it?''
 That's your defense, is it?'' cried Tom, laughing wildly. "Tll show you how much water that'll hold. You want to accuse me of taking it-ac- cuse me of taking that poor dead mans pistol? You'll find that accusation is going to fasten the rope just a little tighter around your neck. Moreau left his pistol in that portmanteau this morning while at my aunt's house, and if I speak the truth it's there yet"
 He pointed dramatically to the green leather article his cousin still guarded, and, Aaron making no move to open 1t, but remaining preoccupied and si- lent, Judge Pleyden stepped briskly forward and performed the service, holding significantly aloft the Derrin- ger which had almost ended Kirby's Nfe.
 "Ha! That looks as If I took 1t, doesn't it?" cried Tom, turning in say age triumph upon his fancied enemy. ''The only pistol I carried in my life was my fathers. There it is," produc- ing from his pocket the silver mount ed single ahot weapon. You ought to know that pistol" he finished men acingly. If you don't. these people here know it.
 ''You seem to have made your case," admitted Kirby, with cool brevity and indifference. q believe I'd prefer to go out"
 He glanced at Adele, but she had turned away with bowed head, look Ing utterly crushed. After a moments hesitation he turned to go, when M. Veaudry sprang forward and barred bis way.
 Keep out of this, Anatoler' warned young Randall. You've done your share"
 Il have not forgotten my honor," replied the young creole, pale with but ill re- pressed excitement 'T would kill him, but not by lies. It was a fair meet ing Colonel Moreau was armed this morning. He carried that very pistol you show us here," pointing to the weapon that Judge PleydeH still held. 'The proof is there," he finished sim- ply. Your cousin, he told me-"
 ''You foolr' cried young Randall, completely outraged at this unexpected action, which he considered base treachery. What do you mean? Aaron" he added violently, turning to his cousin, tell him that's lie."
 But Tom RandalPs second witness proved as disappointing, and his hasty, despicable and we'll executed method of vengeance fell to pieces before his enraged eyes. He, who had not thought twice of fastening a murder upon his enemy, had never for moment doubt ed that, the necessity arising, this i'm portant witness, this blood relation who shared his hatred, would readily swear away the life of their mutual enemy. He had acted without princi- ple. He had reckoned without his cous- in's inherent love for common decen- cy and justice. Aaron Randall posi- lively refused to corroborate the false hood. 'sNo, sir," he said sternly. we have a better way"
 Tom, abandoning himself to rage and chagrin, turned upon M. veaudry and Aaron. "You cowardly sneaksp' he cried. You go back on me now when I had this man where could pay him