Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1911-04-21
coward Che doorway whence she had

toward the doorway whence she had
retreatcd a moment before.
Valentine still obIivious to the near
ness Of Rose. raised his hands along
the edge of the vault door his back
toward the entrances leading 20 the
room. Il beat you, beat you and
saved the little girl from your he
murmured Up and down he pressed
his hands against the enameled metal.
Il beat you. | beat your
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 he thought his eyes
had played him false, that he saw
only a vision conjured into a tempo
rary existence by overweight nerves
and a correspondingIy disordered
brain. He pressed his hand to his
forehead. Then the vision" moved
toward him. Yes. it was George
Doyle
The ex-convict stood transfxed, as
though an unwilling witness of a 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 tic
continue the fight against the cool.
calculating. time abiding detective.
80 this is the end. Doyle" he final
10 On.
his drawn lips The jig is up. Isn't
that about it?"
The detective moved closer to the
human prey for whom he had so long
and so patiently and. so far as the
government was concerned had so ex-
pensively sought.
Looks that way TO me. Jimmy. But.
remember, back there in Albany.
told you I'd get you some day unless
you would do me a favor or two. AL
ways remember that | gave you a
chance to keep out of the pen and
you turned it 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' on
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-convict turned-to
see Rose Lane. in whose affectionate
embrace be had fingered but a few
minutes before on that memorable aft
ernoon.
A deadly pallor overspread the girls
cheeks. She drew near to the two
men. her hands clasped nervously
against her heaving bosom.
"You sawr exclaimed the distracted
young assistant cashier. peering
searchingly 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 a
pink rose from a bouquet fastened at
the girls girdle. He pressed it in both
his hands.
'You won't mind my having that
flower, | know" he said brokenly. Il
am going-to be gone long time-and
this 1 want you to know and remem-
Der through the years-my love for
you-is the only clean thing | ever
knew It is complete, and it viii new
end"
As he concluded he wheeled to face
the detective.
That's all. Doyle" he said in hard
ly audible tones.
The central office man saw the real
of the situation. No one
with the slightest morsel of intelli-
gence could doubt that the beautiful
young girl before him was suffering
as only a true woman can when the
one she loves is torn bodily from her
forever. As for Valentine-well, there
must be something good in him after
all, reasoned Doyle. If a girl like the
bankers daughter could venture her
whole life's happiness on the chance
Of his going straight" The detective
shifted uneasily on his feet as Valen-
tine turned to him.
"Er-didn't you have an-an-en-
with-er-this young ladyT
be dueried hesitatingly.
Rose caught a ray OF encoura cement
IN his tones.
Eyes! Yesr' she cried, springing
her cheeks now aglow with
The inspiration given by a newborn
hope. land it was an engagement that
means my happiness. my love. my
life and his lifeP' She reached forth