The Stanford interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1911-1912, 1911-06-30

the presence OF Rose Lane
" leaned agaius; the side OF the
vault, gasping for breath and
endeavoring 20 gain firm control OF
himself
AS for Red. on being confronted by
Rose Lane he stopped short and gasp
ed In alarm. Then you saw us do it
you saw Valentine at worki"
The girl cut him short with an up
raised hand Kitty, hurry. hurry"
she warned him In a low voice.
Red continued on his way.
Don't worry. miss She'll be all
right in a few minutesr' he cried over
MS shoulder. The girl moved agar
toward the doorway whence she had
retreated a moment before.
Valentine, still oblivious to the near
ness of Rose. raised his hands along
the edge OF the vault door. his back
toward tie entrances leading to the
room. 81 beat you! | beat you and
saved the little girl from you" he
murmured- Up and down he pressed
his hands against the enameled metal.
II beat you! | beat you"
Slowly he turned away. and as he
raised his eyes they met the implaca
BILE. scornful gaze Of George Doyle
Valentine started back In the shad
owy vault room be thought his eyes
had played him false. that he saw
only a vision conjured into a tempo
rary existence by overwrought nerves
and a CORRESPONDENCE disordered
brain. He pressed his hand TO his
! forehead. Then the vision" moved
toward him. Yes. II was George
Doyle
The exeonvict stood transhxed, as
though an unwilling witness Of ter
ror inspiring tragedy. And to him the
denouement was all Of that Doyle
| stood. his hands clasped behind his
back. waiting for the other to speak.
Valentine, worn out by the strain OF
the days events. was in no mood to
coutiuue the eight against the cool.
calculating. time abiding detective.
80 this Il the end. Doyle" he final-
ly said. with a van. forced smile on
his drawn lips. The jig is up. Isn't
that about itT-
The detective moved closer to the
human prey for whom he had 30 long
and no patiently and. 20 far as the
government was concerned. had SO ex
pensively sought
Looks that way to me. Jimmy. But.
remember. hack there In Albany.
told you ia get you some day unless
you would do me a favor or two. Al
ways remember that gave you
chance TO keep out of the pen and
you turned II down"
Valentine hung his head. Yes. he
would never cease TO remember the al
tentative OF becoming a stool pig
con- that the detective had offered
him the alternative of ''peaching'' Oh
old Bill Avery and going scot free
scot free until Doyle should command
him to turn up" some other friend
and companion.
Come. Doyle. make a quick Job OF
this" was his answer. you win aft
er all. I'll go without
The detective interrupted Valentine
by inclining his head and pointing to
one side. The ex-coDyict turned-to
see Rose Lane. I'm whose affectionate
embrace he had fingered but a few
minutes before on that memorable aft
ernoon.
deadly pallor overspread the girls
cheeks She drew near TO the two
men. her hands clasped nervously
against her heaving bosom.
"You saww exclaimed the distracted
young assistant cashier. peering
seaTchingly at the girl, and with an in
voluntary twitch Of his elbow indi.
eating the opened vault
Rose nodded her head gravely. stared
at the man she had loved and then at
the threatening form of the detective
Valentine strobe to her. clutched
pink rose from a bouquet fastened at
the girls girdle He pressed Il i'm both
his hands.
"You won't mind my having that
flower. | know" be said brokenly. II
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