Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-03-26

MIN up, SalQ DaVlS, Win
bring him to. He will wake up in
few minutes and then I'll find out
everything want to know. I'll make
him tell"
What are you going to do"
torture him"
NO" said the inspector grimly as
he dragged stool over near the couch
and placed on it hypodermic syringe
he had found in the cabin, and with 1t
a morphine preparation.
He gagged the distance with his eye,
and moved the stool SO that while IL
would be in plain sight Of the shackled
man when he awoke, it would be ut
terly impossible for him to reach 1t.
He eyed his complete arrangements
with satisfaction.
mo" he said, "I'm not going to tor
ture him. His drug-wracked nerves
will do it for me-"
... CHAPTER XIV.
He'll Is a place Of unsatlsfled oe-
sires, and in it's lowest depths are
those who, writhing in the agony or
their decaying nerves, shrek Tor tnelr
beloved morphine and shrek in vain.
Many times in my life have seen
the souls of men, and women, TOO, put
to hard and bitter tests.
Once I saw a motorman whose car
had crushed lovely child. AROUND
him pressed a bowling, angry mob, LED
by the baby's father, who would have
had his life. With bold daring, he
stood on his platform as on throne,
with his controller bar for his only
even as he stood there, outWardly SO
bold, saw in his eyes misery as
great as man could bear and live. For
days and months doubt not that MS
nightly dreams brought him constant
Of the child he had
killed. - 49,
Once, too, I had to be the bearer OF
news when a workman's misstep on
frame of steel sent him plunging down
eighteen stories to death. In the foul
tenement where I told my news l ga"
a tired, gaunt woman walk the floor
and scream and moan, three fright
ened little children clinging to her
skirts.
Often. too, in my practice in the
courts, 7 have seen men in dreadful
misery-a ruffian bold and defiant
despite the blood-guilt on his soul face
all the world courageously until the
iury's foreman said the word that
brought the death chairs horror to his
heart and crumpled him weeping 70
the floor. 4 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 insignifi-
canoe before the things saw in that
rude cottage in the Jersey hills where
for two long days Davis and myself
kent watch on the fettered master
Misunderstanding waiting waiting I'LL
his drug-tortured nerves should make
him tell us the secret OF his yellow
letters.
Shackled hand and foot though he
had found himself when he came out
of his 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
suddenly opened his eyes-piercing,
devilish. uncanny black eyes they
we're and tried to sit up,
The rope through the manacles be-
hind 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
thew eyed each other, neither of them
saying a word. Stealthily Young
shifted first his hands and then his
feet, as if to ascertain the extent Of
his bonds. Finding himself securely
fastened, he let his eyes rove around
the room, and discovered me. He
studied my face sharply. as If to read
my mission. but quickly turned his
gaze to Davis again, as II recognizing
in him his master captor.
Then he laughed-a hideous, chill
ing. defiant laugh that ended in an
unhealthy gurgle in his throat.
'Well :" he asked inquiringly.
Hooked for Davis to seize upon this
propitious moment, when Young. just
aroused from drug.slumber, would be
weak and nervous, to, ply him with
questions about the things we wished
to know, but the inspector was too
much a master of his craft for that.
AS if he had not heard his prisoners
question he sat there staring fixedly
at the man before him.
One minute passed, two minutes
three. and still Davis sat silent and un-
answering. The cumulative force or
prolonged silence began to grow on
NV nerves. This waiting, waiting, was
torture. If only one of them would
speak. To Young it must have been far
worse.
! Still they kept at it, Davis staring
straight into Young's eyes and Young
trying to stare back. For a 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 duel, the pris-
oner's baleful eyes shooting forth
venom, hate murder, while in the
others steady glance was pictured re
lentless justice.
OF course. there could be but one
end to it. Powerful as was the will In
the dru .Wracked body the tWitchlng