The Washington times., 1911-01-20
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of Kate Morgan. In her right hand
she held a heavy walking stick.
Mr. Allen broke his silence. IF you
make move toward your pocket Wnlle
l cross the floor, it'll be your last
move"
Davids will had conquered, but his
exultation did not speak. He was
watching Kate Morgan, fascinated Her
pistol rose, then fell, and the pistol
and walking stick exchanged hahos.
Mr.. Allen took the first step toward the
telephone. The stick came up, whlzzed
down upon Mr.. Aliens pistol hand. Inc
| weapon went flying upon the rug ana
Mr.. Allen let out sharp cry and start
ed to whirl around. AS the stick struck
hesh David sprang forward, and with
the skill of his old boxing days, with
all his strength and weight focused in
the blow, he drove his fist against MT:
Aliens unguarded chin. Mr.. Allen fell
Imply upon the deep carpet.
Come on! Out of here" cried David
seiZing Kate's arm.
She terked away and stood tensely
ard! / stay here!'
But you'll get caught"
That's my business" she blazeo:
Get out. I'm going to finish the job.
She whirled about. jerked the hand
kerchief from her face, thrust 1t into
Aliens mouth and tied this gag secure
| ly in place with handkerchief when
| she took from the pocket or Alien :
dressing-gown. Then she tied his teet
with the dressin-ggown rope guide ana
his hands with one of the silken ropes
that held back the hangings in the
| broad doorway. This done, she spranS
| to the electric-light key, and the room
filled with blackness.
She flashed her lantern on David, who
( had stood watching her rapid actions In
| n Of fascinated 1ndZpment. w ny
don't you go? Get out!'
See here, it's crazy to stay here; you
know 1t. You've got to come with me.
His lantern. which he had taken up.
showed face that darted scorn and
rage. GO with you? I'll die tirst!' she
returned in a low, fierce whisper: AND
than she added, each word edged with
infinite contempt:
| "Oh, you poor coward m
He quivered, but he said quietly, III
you won't go, I'll stay with you
Stay with me? You'll not! l won
have you"
She returned abruptly and left the
room. He stood thinking for space;
then he went out and crept down the
! stairway. AS he passed the drawing
room door he saw Kate bending in front
| of the open CuriO cabinet. He crept
down naother flight and hid himself be
hind a palm in an angle of the great
hall. He strained his ears for trouble
I
| sound. After a time wand or light
was thrust down the stairway. Then
came Kate, the suitcase in one hand
feeling her way with the wand like a
| blind man with a cane. For a moment
the searching light pierced through the
palm into his face, and David thought
| be was discovered. but she glided or
down the basement stairs. He let sew
| eral minutes pass: then, he, too. slipped
out into the street.
Perhaps it was chance, perhaps I
was the direction of the sub-ConsciOus
that led David, in his Circuitous home
ward journey, past St Christopher
| Mission He was walking slowly along
the caution of the first part of his fligh
| forgotten in the mixture of despair ant
shame that now possessed him, wheI
he waded into pools of ColOred ligh
that lay upon the sidewalk and tn
street. He look up. There, aglov
att. its inspiration, was the window t
the memory of Philip Morton.
Iir had often looked at that tribute
as ne had upon the whole mission. will
sense of thankfulness that his If
was counting. But now there was n
thankfuness within him. Anger begaI
to burn, revolt to rise. That saintet
, man there was the cause of all his mis-
, cry, all his degradation.
His resentment eliminated in a will
! impulse. His right hand clutched on
, of the bricks on which it rested, and h
through Morton's glowing name.