The Washington herald., 1912-04-14

on his platform as on throne. wifi
bis controller bar for his only weapon
and deiied them all. Yet, even as ne
stood there. outwardly so bold, / saw
"a his eyes misery as great as mar
could bear and live. For DAYS and
mouths | doubt not that his nightly
dreams brought him constant horror
pictures Of the child he had killed.
Once, too, I had to be the bearer OF
the news when a worlcman's misstep
On q frame Of steel sent him plungine
down eighteen stories to death. In the
foul tenement where I told my news I
saw q tired, gaunt woman walk the floor
and scream and moan, three frightened
Little children clingine to her skirts.
Often, too, IN my practice in the
courts, have seen men in dreadful
mlscry--a rufhan bold and defiant de-
spite the blood-guilt on his soul, face
AZ the world courageously until the
lurys foreman said the word that
brought the death chairs horror to his
heart and crumpled him weeping to the
hoor, ! have seen men Of good repute
sentenced for shameful crimes with
their saddened families looking on as
they burned with grief and shame that
their sins had found them out.
Yet all the concepts that my brain
had formed Of the utmost in pain and
shame and misery faded into insignif-
caflce before the things l saw in that
rude cottage in the Jersey hills where
tor two long days Davis and myself
kept watch on the fettered master Grim
inal-waitng, waiting till his drug-tor-
tured nerves should make him tell Us
tlle secret Of his yellow letters.
hhackied hand and foot though he
had found himself when he came out Of
bis stupor, his self-control was at FIRST
wonderful. For a few minutes after
Davis had fastened his bonds he lay
there tossing and twitching. then sud-
denly opened his eyes-piercing. devil
tsi, uneanny black eyes they were-and
tried to sit up.
The rope through the manacles behind
him stopped him short and threw him
back on his couch. At the same time
he caught sight Of Davis sitting near
the foot of his couch. In silence they
eyed each other, neither Of them saving
\ word Stealthily Young shifted, FIRST
his hands and then his feet, as II to as
certain the extent Of his bonds. Find
ing himself securely fastened, he let his
eyes rove around the room, and discov-
cred me. He studied my face sharply,
as II to read my mission, but quickly
turned his gaze 10 Davis again, as Il
recognizing in him his master captor.
Then he laughed-a hideous, chilling,
defiant laugh, that ended in an unhealthy
gurgle in his throat.
Wellf' he asked inquiringly
4 looked for Davis 20 seize on this
propltious moment, when Young, Just
aroused from drug slumber, would be
weak and nervous, to ply him with ques-
tons about the things we wished TO
know, but the Inspector was too much
q master Of his craft for that. As IL he
had not heard his prisoners question,
he sat there staring 6xedly at the man
before him.
One minute passed, two minutes
three, and still Davis sat silent and un-
answering. The cumulative force Of
prolonged silence began to grow on my
nerves. This waiting, waiting, was tor
ture. III only one OF them would speak.
To Young it must have been far worse.
Still they kept at It, Davis staring
straight into Youngs eyes and Young
trying 70 stare back. For few min
utes he succeeded, and then his eyes
shifted and fell. With master effort
OF his will he brought them back to
DAVIS and held them steady. There
the two Of them sat as in a duel. the
prisoners baleful eyes shooting forth
venom. hate, murder. while in the 9th
ers steady glance was pictured relent-
less justice
Of course, there could be but one end
to It. Powerful as was the will of the
drug wracked body, the twitching Of the
muscles, the involuntary drawing up Of
the limbs and arms as far as the bonds
would permit, and most of all the clasp
ing and unclasping Of the fingers told
what torture the silence was bringing
70 Young.
He burst forth at last in wild flow
OF profanity, cursing Davis, cnrsing me,
cursing everything, cursing God, and
still Davis sat there as rigid and as
silent as the superior Of a Trappist mon
astery doing penance. AT times the pris-
oner's voice was raised to hideous
shrek, at times il sank to a pitiful sob,
aud all the while he tugged and strained
at his bonds, twisting, turning, reaching,
trying always 10 find some position in