The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-01-16

, gave me my first fortune.
The tinancler began to speak wit
slow venomous energy:
I've let you ramble on in you
maudlin talk. Woodman. because
amused me. For years I've waited
your coming. Tour unexpected al
vent is the sweetest triumph of thii
festival night"
He paused and sinister smile played
about his mouth. THE last time
saw you | 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 swore
that when you looked up into my face
groveling and whining for mercy as
you have tonight. I'd call my servants
and order them to kick you down my
doorstep"
He leaned across the massive fat
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 mndman.
you had better not ring that bell.
yet" he said. with forced quiet In bis
tones.
your TRADE gives me an Idea" said
BIvens. II want you 10 stay until the
festivities end. and enjoy yourself
Take look over my house 1t cost
two millions to build II. and requires
half million a year to keep 1t mp.
The butterflies those dancers are crush
ing beneath their feet In my ballroom
imported from Central America at
cost OF 5000. The favors IN jewel
ny | shall give TO my rich guests who
have no use for them will be worth
$4,000. Remember that ! 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
financler laughed and left the room.
For a long time the dazed man stood
motlonless. He passed his big hand |
over his forehead In a vague Instinc-
tive physical effort to lift the fog of |
horror and despair that was slowly |
strangllng him.
He felt that he was sufrocating. 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 q handker-
chief and felt something hard and
cold.
Ii was a revolver he had been accus-
toned TO carry OF late In his rounds
through the dangerous quarters of the
city. Without thinking when he
dressed. he had transferred 1t TO his
evening suit. His hand closed over the
ivory handle with sudden fierce joy.
Yes. I'll kill him In his magnificent
ballroom. TO the strains of his own
muster he said. half aloud. "I'll give
4 tit climax TO his dance of death and
the worm"
He quickly descended the stairs and
Jaw Bivens talking with his wife. He
lldnt wish TO kill him In her pres
,nce, and as he passed look of hatred
dashed from the little black eyes of the
millionaire He made up his mind to
Kill him at the moment the dance was
It the highest pitch of gayety.
The music began, and the dancers
nee more whlrled into the center. of
he room and the crowd filed the space
Inder the grand arch which led into I
he hall. Bivens was the center of an
group of sycophants and wor- I
hipful snobs, The doctors heart gave
mad throb OF joy. His hour had
ONE '
With quick strides he covered the
pace which separated them and with l
ut moments hesitation thrust his
and into his breast for his revolver.
lot a muscle or nerve quivered. His s
niger touched the trigger softly and ,
e gave Bivens look which he meant