Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1911-03-04

waist. and her hands were trembling
violently. There was something II
her eyes that brought Jimmie half ou
of his chair with question on hi
lips.
But the question was not asked. She
shot him a look of warning and en-
treaty that sealed his lips. He sanl
back again. silent. but watchful and un
satisfied.
All this bypIay had taken but a sec
ond or two. While it was being enact
ed Proctor glanced keenly, almost sus
piciously, from one to the other Then
apparently satisfied with his scrutiny.
he agreed.
"A very good idea, Miss Hartwick;
no possibility OF mistakes, then And
good many mistakes have been
made, this campaign"
The interview was soon given and
transcribed. While Jimmie was still
marveling at Mans peculiar actions.
Proctor read the typewriter sheets,
nodding his head with satisfaction
But when he held them out to jim
mic. it was Nan who took them from
| his hand.
Let me write on here what it is"
she said. with pitiful ghost of q
smile.
She inserted the first sheet in the
machine and clicked off few words
Jimmie, more mystified than ever.
took the manuscript and bowed him
self out; but in the general office.
where three clerks were busy with
campaign literature, he stopped. The
last appealing look which Nan had
given him impelled the reading of
that sentence. And this is what 1t
said: "P. wildly insane; revolver in
pocket; says he is going to kill all of
US. Please help me-"
Jimmie, summoning a whistle to
his stir lips. turned back to the pri-
vate office again. He longed to run,
but did not dare to do SO; precipitate
action might result In tragedy. He
walked carelessly back, and thrust
open the door without knocking.
Proctor was striding up and down,
talking about the rights of the peo-
pie" and those who would cruelty
the peoples leader Nan, huddled in
her chair, watched him fearfully.
The candidate swung on his heel
sharply when Jimmie entered; but he
was given no time for protest. "Oh,
Mr.. Proctor" he said. easily, 81 forgot
the most important part of my errand.
The Eagle has decided to come out for
you-strong. They want to play up
this interview, first page, and all that,
and need three or four photographs of
you In characteristic poses, to Illus
trate 1t. So put on your hat; there's a
photograph gallery across the street"
Jimmie could see the outline of the
heavy revolver In Proctor's coat peck
ct as he spoke. The mailman made a
half-motion toward the weapon; his
eyes glittered dangerously. Jimmie's
muscles contracted; he rose on his
toes, ready to launch himself onto the
other If the movement we're completed,
But there was no necessity for a
struggle. after all. The ruse won.
Proctor smiled q smile of gratifed
vanity.
Very WELL" he acquiesced. pom.
pously. Il am glad the Eagle is at
last to align itself fearlesly on the side
of right. We can give them some very
striking pictures"
He caught up his hat; Jimmie locked
his arm within the madman's, steered
him gently through the doorway.
across the outer Office and down the
stairs Proctor began loud-voiced
speech to his audience Of one. Watch
ing his chance, the reporter deftly re-
moved the revolver from the madman's
pocket
When the patrol wagon had gal
Hoped away with its frothing. strug-
Cling prisoner, Jimmie elbowed his
way rudely through the crowd that
had collected, darted into the hallway
and bounded upstairs, three steps at
time. He rushed through Proctor's
outer Office like a football player with
a goal in sight and threw open the in
ner door.
Nan had slipped to the floor in
faint, but when he knelt beside her
and gathered her in his arms, her eyes
opened and she smiled. He's gone"
she whispered, and reading confirma-
ton in Jimmie's eyes. Il knew you
could do 1t. How prayed for you to
come! All the afternoon he watched
me. He wouldn't let me go near the
door or the telephone. We were to be
the human sacrifice to insure his cleo
ton. he said" She shuddered at the
thought of the danger that had stopped
so close.
Her glance wandered to the three
clerks who clustered. big-eyed with
establishment, in the doorway. "Oh.
Jimmie" she said, and chung to him,
take me away from here! ! don't
want a career / want home-with
you!"