The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-31

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 As He Struck Her Hand Aside the .Ex-
 piosion Came.
 fore the woman made a bolt, He held out small object on the palm of his hand.
 q would rather have done 1t alone. MT. Schwartz 2 he. said II found this ring in Briggs pocket this morning. It belongs to the girl"
 Schwartz sswore and, picking up the ring, held 1t to the light. Then he made an angry motion to throw it out ol the window, but slid it into his vest pocket instead.
 You're poor stuff, Davidson" he said, with a snari. 4Tf she hasn't got them, then Wardrop has. Tell Mo Feely want to see hifn.''-
 Davidson left, for I heard the door close, Schwartz held the ring to the light. looked at my watch. The time was almost up
 A fresh burst of noise came from be- low leaned out cadd6usly and look Cd down at the lower windows; they were stin closed and shuttered. When raised my eyes again to the level of the room across, was amazed to see second figure in the room-a woman Rt that
 Schwartz had not seen her. He stood-With his back to her, looking at the ring in his hand The woman had thrown her yell back. but [ could see nothing ofs sheB face as she stood. She looked sna1labeside Schwartz's tower ing height, and she wore black.
 She must have said something just then very quietly, for Schwartz sud denly wheeled on her.. I had "a clear view of him, and if ever guilt, rage and white tipped fear showed on a mans face it showed on his. <. He re plied-a half dozen words in low tone and made a motion to offer her a chair- She paidsao attention.
 I have -p9. idea how long a time they talked Fresh eutbHfst of noise below made it impossible to hear what they said, and always there was the maddening fact that I could not see her face. thought of Mrs. Elem ing, but this woman seemed younger and more slender. Schwartz was argu- ing, Iimagined, but she stood immo- bile, scornful, watching him. She seemed to have pade a request, and the mans evaEiofis moved her no whit.
 1t may have been only two or three minutes, but it seemed longer. Schwartz had given up the argument, whatever it was, and by pointing out the window supposed he was telling her he had thrown what she wanted out there. Even then she did not turn toward me. I could not see even her profile.
 What happened next was so unex- peeted that it remains little more than a picture in my mind The man threw out his hands as if to show he could not or would not accede to her request. He was flushed with rage, and even at that distance the ugly scar on his forehead stood out like welt. The next moment I saw the woman raise her right hand with something in it.
 yelled tC Schwartz to warn him, but he had already seen the revolver As he struck her hand aside the ex- plosi0n came. saw her stagger clutch at chair and fall backward beyond my range of vision.
 Then the light went out, and was staring at a black brick wall.
 I fell rather than ran down to the floor below and got to the street. I found the gate to the White Cat with out trouble The inner gate was un- locked, as Burton had said he would leave it, and from the steps of tNA club could hear laughter and the refrain of bopnlar song.
 Burton was there in the kitchen, with two 0tflfr men " hofa I did not recog nize, each one holding a stein of beer Burton had two, and he held one out 10 me as stood trying to get my breath.s.
 ssYon win" he said. Although I'n hard working journalist and need the money won't lie. This is Osborne oi the Star and McTighe of the Eagle, Mir Knox. They heard the shot in there and if I hadn't told the story there would have been panic. Whats the matter with you?''
 For Gods sake, Burton,' panted ..let'srget. upstairs quietly. didn't fire any shot. There's a woman dead uT fhereI''
 With characteristic poise the three reporters took the situation quietly We filed through the grillroom as casd. ally as we could With the door clos ed, however, we threw caution aside led the way uD the stairs to the room