The Washington times., 1910-01-31

1t was -lsu VauEhn-or his
ghost
Karl Vauzhn-deat stricken down by
ny brothers hand. hauled drowned
from the Baltimore BASIN carried Co
The mOEue. Identified by Brock. avenged
by Teresa Ferr1- his supposed murderer
now being tracked down Ike o. cog lg
Hiram EIalCLfCr5 and q posse of con-
stableS-harl Vaughn was here within a.
dozen feet OF me-
] stared, with slack jaw and bullying
eyes So utterly taken aEEc- was uE
the apDaTiLI0u that i save scarce "a
thought 70 the fact thar the bonds Mark
had stolen were lying on --e table I'm
over them one by one as I looked In
II was Karl Vaughn lie Or
The late hour and she shock my over
excited nerves had received suddenly
combined 10 give me a sensation OF
eeTie dread
This mau-ar this thInr-I saw be-
fore Is was dead He was drowned
For L--e than week be had been
sure q that fact before ever they set
out in search OF his slayer
In all the history Of wonders, had
ever fugitive before looked upon the
whose murder he was chargelZ The
idea was unbelievable
And I watched the pale, haWIz--lze
v1sage and why body with helpless
The figure, after looking fU-tiveIv over
its shOuldeT- seemed reGSsuTeG- For it
turned again 90 the table and bent
above the bonds. with brush and The
contents Of two little DniaLs, i- seemed
busy eradiCatiuE certain numbers from
the documents faces
Then Kicking UP q case from the ra-
pc, the figure chose and lighted
That me commonplace action snap
ped the cords OF av-el superstition mat
had bound me helpless Ghosts do not
AShr cigarettes The man was real
Il was Karl Vaughn ln The fesh-
And terror changed within me To
flaming. EDEoverDaule raEe-suer fury
as never before In al my rather pro
sale He had T known.
This man Vaughn had wrecked my
lie He had made my brother a thief.
He had sufrcEel our bIaualess name
Because OF him 7 was "a hunted ou-r1zL-
AND here he sat ia comfort. EI1ariuC
over his stolen wealth while Marx
tOiied under the shadow Of the prison.
ana l. a fugitive chung Tor Ltl 10 a
steTm-sWept window ledge
something III ms brain seemed 20
snap Here were bcr1 Vaughn and the
bonds Guodl Neither should escape
ne, though all the heavens fail
I think the very intensity OF my
hate must have reached him. Tor
again he glanced over his shoulder
Then, rising from his chair. Ee moved
irritably. irreS0lUrely- across the room
toward the window
And as he came. J EurauE
Into the room 7 hurled myself
Smash. went the glass into p f------
sand unlIinE fragments as T carried
window frame and all before me-
Down crashed the heavy curtain uoTe-
as with the dlmT curtains tangled
about ne 7 launched myself upon my
enemy.
/ have sometimes wondered what kari
Vaughn must have thought as the
whole window, curtains and ALI sud
denly whirled inward and through them
leaDed a man from the storm that was
raging eighty feet above earth
But that supreme moment was for
action, not thoughts. True as q blood
hound I SpranE az his throat.
With a scream that held far more
hate than fear, the man Eaet me half
way and closed FerociouSlE with me.
Borne backward by the shock o.
my onset we came 10 the floor with
a banE-snd rolled there. fighting IN
silent rage; battling amid confus-
ing web Of torn curtains. rolling over
piles Of glass fragments overturuinE
the table and sending Ihe pile of
bonds as wei as paper and ink and
other writing gear. cascadinC down
about Us
Down. too. cane the little lighted
student lamp that had stood on a corner