Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1913-06-20

his head from side to side, something
in the tanner of a wild beast. At
last, with a sigh. he began to pace the
floor again. his eyes down, his lower
lip hanging.
Five minutes passed and neither OF
us spoke. Ten went by, and still there
was silence in the room except for
the pacing step of the man as he
walked to and fro, his eyes glancing
downward. his lips moving now and
then, but wordless. Once he stopped
and looked at the clock.
mot long now he said.
jim was really pleading now,
with all the heart and soul that a
woman can m~uster-'you wouldn't
add that to other things, would you?
Say you won't-for me. Well find a
way out of this somehow. WE'LL
He only shook his head. Sudden
ly he looked up and laughed.
I'm tired of being called Jim. My
name Is Clayton Rogers
Lets forget that answered.
You are only Jim to me-
H stopped, patted my hands again
and then began his pacing once more.
Now he was silent as before, his head
was once more lowered. Five minutes
remained. ! clenched my teeth to
keep them from chattering-and then,
my brain cleared. The chance had
come. AS though he had forgotten
me. he had turned, walked to the win
dow, and was standing with his hands
lightly clenched behind him. 1t was
time for work-quick work! A por-
there cord was hanging near. Noise
lessly l released it and fashioned an
end into a moose. Then slowly. talk.
ing to him all the time. l began to
approach.
He did o seem to hear-at least
he gave no evidence. l was within
five steps of him now. My revolver
had slipped into my pocket where the
butt could hang in easy reach of my
hand. The loose was extended, ready
to be slipped over the waiting hands.
Two steps ore and l would be
with him. | coughed, that I might
cover the sound OF my steps. | dared
say nothing that would cause him to
turn now. The folded hands showed
before me. made my spring. a quick
jerk, and bound the wrists!
Like an animal. snarling, cursing,
he turned. His great shoulders heaved
as he struggled to release himself
from the bonds which secured his
hands. His eyes glistened now with
the fires of fury.
"'You-you traitress!P he whipped
out at me. You-!'
81 am trying to save you from MUIR
der l cried.
With a sudden movement he lunged
forward and rushed at me. his bound
hands still struggling. I sprang to one
side, + jerked forth my revolver.
whirled 1t high n sent the butt
crashing down upon his head as he
passed. He hurtled to the floor, he
struggled a moment, then lay STILL"
"The freighter was gone now, Alice
Clement looked about her with the
manner of someone pleased at the
passing Of an unwholesome expert
nee
"'Thet's about ALL she concluded,
except that by some quick work l got
a policeman into the room soon enough
to catch the blackmailer, take the
credit for both arrests and keep my
name out of connection with the thing.
And I've got this to say for Rogers
he was game enough to go on through
with his confession, ono ne had made
1T to me. Oh, for goodness sake. !
never"
"What?" l asked with a tur,i Of my
head.
ITO late now said Miss Clement
with that old, happy smile on her face:
but 1t was funny. That fellow OH the
green bench oyer by the statue just
kissed his girl and she gave him a SLAP
in the face"