Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-06-01

Glenarm House stood forth from the
encircling wood, marked by the bright
lights Of the terrace where Miss Pat
had, with SO much composure and in
so few words, made comedy of my at
tempt to shield Helen. In throwing
off my coat my hand touched the en-
velope containing the forged notes
which had thrust into my pocket be-
fore dinner, and the contact sobered
me; there was still chance for me to
be of use. But at the thought of what
might be occurring at the houseboat
on the Tippecanoe I forced the
launch's speed to the limit. Gillespie
still maintained silence, grimly
clenching his empty pipe. He now
reused himself and bawled at me:
Did you ever meet the coroner of
this county?"
mol" I shouted.
well, you WELCOMING down! You
will blow up in about three minutes"
I did not slow down until we reached
Battle Orchard, where it was neces-
sary to feel our way across the shall
low channel. Here shut off the pow
er and padded with an oar.
We were soon creeping along the
margin Of the second lake seeking the
creek, whose intake quickly lay hold
of us.
well land just inside, on the west
bank, Gillespie" A moment later we
jumped out and secured the launch.
wrapped our lantern in Gillespie's
coat, and ran up the bank to the path.
At the top turned and spoke to him.
you'll have to trust me. I don't
know what may be happening here,
but surely our interests are the same
tonight"
He caught me roughly by the arm.
IF this means any injury to
Helen-''
mo! It is for her!" And he followed
silently at my heels toward Red Gate.
The voices Of two men in loud de-
bate rang out sharply upon us through
the open windows of the house-boat
as we crept down upon the deck. Then
followed the sound of blows, and the
rattle of furniture knocked about, and
as we reached the door lamp fell
with a crash and the place was dark.
We seemed to strike matches at the
same instant, and as they blaZed upon
their sticks We looked down upon Ar
thur Holbrook, who lay sprawling with
his arms outfung on the floor, and
over him stood his brother with hands
clenched, his face twitching.
II have killed him-I have killed
him!" he muttered several times in a
low whisper. II had to do it. There
was no other way"
My blood went cold at the thought
that we were too late. Gillespie was
fumbling about, striking matches, and
I was somewhat treasured by the
sound of my own voice az called
him.
'There are candles at the side
make light, Gillespie"
And soon we were taking account
of one another in the soft candle
light.
II must CO." said Henry huskily,
looking stupidity down upon his broth
er, who lay quite still, his head resting
on his arm.
"You will stay" I said; and stood
beside him while Gillespie filled a
pail at the creek and laved Arthur's
wrists and temples with cool water.
We worked quarter Of an hour be-
fore he gave any signs Of life; but
when he opened his eyes Henry flung
himself down in a chair and mopped
hts forehead.
"He is not dead" he said, grinning
foolishly.
where Is Helen?" I demanded.
"She's safe," he replied cunningly,
nodding his head. II suppose Pat has
sent you to take her back. She may
go, If you have brought my money"
Cunning and greed, and the marks OF
drink had made his face repulsive.
Gillespie got Arthur to his feet mo-
ment later, and gave him brandy
from a flask in the cupboard. His
brothers restoration seemed now to
amuse Henry. ssS @ .@ .s....s&
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