Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1913-09-04

torted kavtun.
"frf"drirh''" cried his wife frantical-
~. can't YOU do something's"
With the speed aud smoothness of a
SIeiShi of hantl expert in a delicate
demolStrAlinn the counterfeiter's hand
went t" hiS hip pocket.
i '%''''l kill him." he said quietly.
IS !! t. .ng to make up his mind. Kay
ION, viii" carried his soft dark hat in
MS right hand. let it fall to the floor
ma disclosed \ small automatic pistol
"N"" gaSlrd the woman. spi2ili" her
uliSi'lI.dS arm.
WITH a low moan Miss MaZnret. who
mao St!runH back against the mantel
ana watched the scene with staring,
lrl&h}"i"d ayes. sank unconscious III
10 the old oak bench.
80 dau"h1er..' exclaimed Kavton
in II now tone. Shes faintpd.,"
ARG for the first time in his life
NaytoM lost control of the situation in
a Vital crisis Forgotten was the muir.
der' Inc ronnterfeiters. his reputation.
his life -pVnrrthing-aS he bent over
tle pale faced girl.
Airs Martin seized Ereisler's arm.
lie knows" she gaspcd. He knows
she's my haugllter.."
N;tytGn threw back his head and
strai-htened up,
"l)o You think I'd have sent her
here II YOU weren't her mother?:" he
snarled savage!y. you ought to have
gone when | told You to. Good God.
Haven't YOU any feeling for her at all?
| might have known | couldn't trust
her to a woman who left her when she
was Il baby for a man like Kreisler."
He had apparently lost all sense Of
the terrible situation save in so far as
the girls name might be smirched.
With a woman's quick intuition Mrs.
Martin saw and her face lit with a
fierce JOY.
"Friedrich!" she cried. in a shrill
voice. We've got him."
The Germans burning. steady eyes
had never left the detectives face. but
his right hand had made the trip it
started before-but this time it had
fulfilled its GRAND. 1t was concealed
IN the folds of Mrs. Martins skirt.
What do you mean?" he growled.
Hes in love with her."
Her finger pointed to the scene across
the room and Kayton WINGED as if the
hand had thrown a spear at him.
Whatever you do to me-" cried the
woman triumphantly. you'll do to her!
She's my daughter and I'll claim herr
Kayton's eyelids narrowed, and he
gritted his teeth.
You're Il rotten pair" he said
slowly.
But the woman was all but hyster-
ical.
1--WE got her out of my life until
noW-and you brought her into it.' she
cried. From now on she'll get what
l get"
You can't drag her so low that 1
Won't drag her back"! declared Kay
ton in a tense voice. "She's accused Of
this murder, and the only way l can
clear her is by showing you up"
At the word Kreisler's right hand
darted up. Kayton's lip curled. and he
tossed his revolver across the floor. He
was a brave man. like Kreisler.
60 anead!" he exclaimed %contemptu-
ously. walking almost up to. the muz-
zle of the revolver that was held in a
hand as steady as the cool mind behind
IT. Shoot and she'll hang for it," He
pointed to the woman that still chung
to kreisler's left arm. "And my boys
Will kill you and your gang like rats in
a trap! The house is surrounded.
There's a photograph in that window.
My men hear every word we say. I
nave only to speak an order to have it
obeyed. The moment you threatened to
kill me they started to raid the house,
AS if in instant proof of his words.
even while the white crease in Kreis-
lers forefinger showed the pressure on
h trigger, the buzzer above the door
way buried out its warning.
Slowly the finger relaxed. and the arm
came down to his side. His eyes turned
to the woman's face with an express
sion that iii IFS very calmness struck
despair and agony to her soul.
1T has come" he said simply.
Put up your hands," snapped Kay
ton. Kreisler glanced at him indiffer-
emily and found himself facing the
steel circle Of the muzzle Of a second
revolver. Then his eyes came back to
the woman. His look at Kayton and
the revolver was no more than that we
give a stranger on the street.
Put up your hands," repeated Kay
ton warningly.
The German, ignoring him, kissed the
Woman's dank forehead, gently olsen
gagged his arm and. leaving her stand
ing rigid with eyes closed, turned his
back on Kayton and walked slowly to
the door. Here he suddenly threw up
one hand, not both hands; there was a
sharp report-and Friedrich Kreisler
had accepted defeat in his warfare with
society.
With a low moan the oma threw
herself across his lifeless body just as
Manning. followed by the other mem
hers of L(nytoD,c forca hurst into tho