Coeur d'Alene evening press., 1910-07-16

cuId rs MI IcdBefg IN cold storage.
But what you may think Or say or do
n n matter Of no moment to me. Don't
waste that husky voice Of yours ON idle
threats. ! do not fear you. Henrietta
Wtggiesworth understands, and that is
all care for. We wed tomorrow.
Tomorrow cries the FIRST, yelling
Ike stuck pig Tomorrow
Tomorrow Is what | said,' says
the other scorDfuIly. And now you
win oblige me by leaving this house
at once, or shall call the police and
have you thrown out
Curse your cries the first, with a
hiss like serpent on his esses. You
little dream that l have still the whip
hand upon you, you cur! If you think
fear you and the power Of your
wealth the sooner you change your
mind the better. Let the mlnions Of
the law come, and wa lay the story
Of your perfidy before them In such a
light that II you are not In a cell be.
fore night there is no justice In this
land. No man will be so base as to
go your bail, no man so wicked as
to defend you before the courts. /
have the papers
"'0h. hang the papersP cries the
other, with cynical laugh. They
prove nothing Who signed them?
Reginald IIarkaway7 And where Ii
Reginald Harkaway7 Dead! Aye,
dead aa a doornail, Horace Harklns!
Lying cold beneath his little six feet
Of earth In the distant Philippinesg
"'LiarF hlsses the frst. Reginald
Harkaway lives. am Reginald Hark-
away and NO on. They've kept up
that confounded row day in and day
out ever since they came into the
place, beginning early in the morning
and stopping the Lord knows when at
night. Well, last night matters reach.
cd climax. and that feiler Harkaway
seemed to lose all control Of himself
II was near midnight. My wife and /
were wakened up from our first sleep
by regular prizehght going on In
there We could hear them scufiing
about the room, hammering and lam
basting each other up 10 the limit, un-
I'll finally my wife said she thought !
ought to interfere.
Somebody II be killed In there II
you don't stop en- she said
II held of as long as l could, but
finally l heard one Of 'em after n
heavy fall cry out:
"'Stop, Harkaway. stop! For the
love of Henrietta do not beat me sol
/ cannot stand 1t! Stop and / will
make full restitution
This was followed by heavy breath.
Ing, and then In a slow, cruel voice
the other chap growls out;
"'It Is too late, Henry Wilbrahaml
/ know you for a perildious friend, a
sneak and a snakel You have seen the
rays of the sun for the last time, and
| swear by the love l bear to Henri.
eta Wigglesworth, whose father you
have brought to the verge Of ruin that
your fell purpose might be accom-
plished, that you shall die now here
and by my hand! Take that and that
and thatf
There were sounds of blows that
froze the blood In my veins. and the
| victims cries rent the air. l jumped
out Of bed, seized fre ax and beat
down the door Of their apartment.
rushed IN between the two struggling
men. What do you suppose found?"
"A cold corpse lying stark dead on
the fioor?" cried his friend, breathless
with excitement
'No such luck" said the tired man
gloomlly, Two bum tragedans re
hearsing for Bowery melodrama
called "A Five Fingered Nemesis; or
Back From the Grave In fourteen
acts and dozen tableaux, 1t cost me
81 10 square those two buffers foI
breaking into their apartment"
Severn uuerled his friend. al
thought you said It cost You $32?''
80 II did," groaned the tired man
'The other S25 was what had to pay
/ for the gerammed old door I'D chopped
to pieces getting into the dodgasted
! hole So HArnRr's Weekly