The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1912-12-27

your coming. Your unexpected ad-
vent is the sweetest triumph of this
festival night"
He paused and sinister smile played
about his mouth. THE last time |
saw you l promised myself that I'd
make you come to me the next time
and when you did that you'd come on
your hands and knees. And l swore
that when you looked up into my face
groveling and whining for mercy az
you have tonight, I'd call my servants
and order them to kick you down my
doorstep"
He leaned across the massive fiat
top desk to touch an electric button.
The doctors fist suddenly gripped
the outstretched hand and his eyes
glared into the face of the financier
with the dangerous look of mailman.
"You had better not ring that bell,
yet" he said. with forced quiet in his
tones.
"Your TRADE gives me an idea" said
Bivens. ~ want you to stay until the
festivities end. and enjoy yourself.
Take q look over my house. 1t cost
two millions to build 1t. and requires
half q million year to keep 1t up.
The butterflies those dancers are crush
ing beneath their feet In my ballroom
| imported from Central America at
a cost of $4,000. The favors In jewel
ry shall give to my rich guests who
have no use for them will be worth
$4,000. Remember that 1 spent three
hundred and fifty thousand on this
banquet. which lasted eight hours,
and that will see you and your
daughter dead and in the bottomless
pit before | will give you one penny.
Enjoy yourself. It's fine evening"
Before the doctor could answer. the
financier laughed and left the room.
For long time the dazed man stood
motionless He passed his big hand
over his forehQad in a vague instinc-
tive physical effort to lift the fog OF
horror and despair that was slowly
strangling him.
He felt that he was suffocating. He
| tore his collar apart to give himself
room to breathe. He thrust his hand
| into the hip pocket of his dress suit
where he usually carried handker
chief and felt something hard and
cold.
| 1t was Il revolver he had been accus
| toned to carry Of late In his rounds
| through the dangerous quarters OF the
city. Without thinking when be
dressed. he had transferred it to his
evening suit. His hand closed over the
| ivory handle with a sudden fierce joy.
Yes. I'll kill him in his magnificent
| ballroom. to the strains of his own
music!" he said, half aloud. 'l'll give
| a fit climax to his dance of death and
! the worm"
He quickly descended the stairs and
saw Bivens talking with his wife. Ht
didn't wish to kill him in her pres
ence. and as he passed look of hatred
| flashed from the little black eyes of The
millionaire He made up his mind t.
kill him at the moment the dance wa!
at the highest pitch of gayety.
The music began. and the dancer
once more whirled into the center o
the room and the crowd tillsA the space
under the grand arch whHh led int
the hall Bivens was the Genter of Ill
admiring group of sycophants and wor
shipful snobs The doctors heart gav'
mad throb of JOY. His hour hat
come
With quick strides he covered thu
space which separated them and with
out moments hesitation thrust hi:
hand into his breast for his revolver
Not muscle or nerve quivered. His
| finger touched the trigger softly anc
| he gave Bivens q look which he meant