Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1911-07-13

face was almost as white as ner shirt
waist, and her hands were trembling
violently. There was something In
her eyes that brought Jimmie half out
Of his chair with question on his
lips.
But the question was not asked. She
shot him look Of warning and en-
treaty that sealed his lips. He sank
back again. silent, but watchful and un-
satisfied.
All this byplay had taken but sec,
ond or two. While 1t 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. Willie 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
mie, twas Nan who took them from
his hand.
Let me write on here what It is,"
she said, with pitiful ghost Of
smile.
She inserted the first sheet in the
machine and clicked of few words.
Jimmie. more mystifed than ever.
took the manuscript and bowed him
self out; but in the general office,
where three clerks we're 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 It
said: "P. wildly insane; revolver In
pocket; says he is going to kill all OF
US. Please help me-"
Jimmie, summoning whistle to
his stitf lips. turned back to the pri-
vate ONCE 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 PEG
ple," 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, Il 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 II. 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 be spoke. The mailman made q
half-motion toward the weapon; his
eyes gIIttersd dangerously. Jimmie's
muscles contracted; be rose on bis
toes, ready to launch himself onto the
other Il the movement were completed
But there was no necessity for z
strueKie, after all. The ruse won,
Proctor smiled q smile Of gratined
vanity.
'very wen" be aequiescsd. pom
poualy. 7 an Glad the Eagle is Il
last 70 align itsslf fsariesly On the side
Of right We can give them some ven
striking pietursa."
He caught up bis hat; Jimmie locked
his am within ne madman'S. steeret
him gently through The doorway
across The outer once and down ths
otaira Proctor began 9 loud-voicet
spesch to his audience Of one- Watch
Ing bis chance, the rsportsr deity ~
moved the revolver from the madmani
pockaL
when the patrol wagon had 81
loped away with ~ frothing. strug
rilnr prisoner, Jimmie elboved hil
uay rudely through the crowd tha
had oon.a;sd. dArted into The es,s.ei