Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-03-21

sal II nigh. DO you near me Lei
me go!"
"Mr. Mortimer" said George, with
out turning his head or letting his
eye waver, keep him back. Thanks"
George stepped over the threshold.
Now gentlemen, | shall shoot the
first man who makes a movement
And Ryanne. who knew something
about George. saw that he meant Just
what he said. STEADY. every one."
he said. My friend George here can't
shoot. but that kind OF a man 10 dead
Hest with a pistol. surrender"
The brother was struggling. THE
telephone! The telephone! demand
to call the police. This Is accessory
to the fact! tell you. let me go!'
'Mr. Wadsworth," replied George,
~ you do not be still and let me run
this affair, I'll throw the pistols to the
floor, and your brother and his friends
may do as they bally please. Now,
step back and be quiet. Stop" to Ry-
anne, whose hand was reaching out
toward the table.
Don't shoot, Percival; l want only
a final glass OF wine" Ryanne calmly
took the slender stem Of the glass be.
tween his fingers, lifted II and drank.
He set II down empty. From his out
side pocket he drew q handkerchief
and delicately dried his lips. He
alone OF his confederates had life. It
was because he alone understood.
| Prison wasn't staring him in the face
just yet. We'll, Arthur. old top, how
goes IT. Nearly got your m~opey'bags,
didn't we? And we surely would have
but for this delicious vintage"
Damn you and your wine!" roared
the Major, shaking with rage. This
adventure had been no joke to him. no
craving for excitement. He wanted
the gold, the gold. With what would
have been his share he could have
gambled at Monte Carlo and Ostend
TIL the end of his days. For the first
time he saw long, black bars Of iron
running up and down a window. And
all for a bottle of wine!
Damn away. old sport!" Ryanne
reached for the bottle and filled his
glass again. "Percival, I'm blamed
sorry about that olive.tree OF yours"
He waved his hand toward the bags.
you can see that my intentions in
regard to refun1ing that hundred
pounds we're strictly honorable. Now,
! what's on the ticket?"
II suppose your luggage 10 outside
in the automobiles
"Right-O!"
We'll, | need not explain my rea-
sons; you will understand them; but
am going to give you all two hours
TIME. Then I shall notify the police.
You will have to take your chance
after that time"
The circling faces frightened per-
ceptibly. Two hours-that would car.
ry them far into Jersey.
Accepted with thanks" said Ry-
anne.
IT refuse to permit i'll" yelled the
brother. "Mr. Jones. you will rue this
nights work. shall see that the law
looks into your actions. This Is fel-
ony. l demand to be allowed to tele-
phone"
"Percival, for heavens sake. let
him!" cried Ryanne YEARLY. Let
him shout; It will soften his voice.
He will hurt nobody. The wires were
cut hours ago"
Mortimer felt the tense muscles In
his grasp relax. Arthur Wadsworth
grew limp and reeled against the jamb
Of the door.
You had better start at once
George advised. you three first,,.
with a nod toward Wallace (his bull
bous nose now lavender In hue). the
butler and the f1rst-mSn. Forward
march, front door. Go on!"
what about me?" asked Ryanne.
in a moment" George could moi
but admire the man, rascal though he
was. There was q pang Of regret II
his heart as the thought came ant
went swiftly: what a comrade thii
man would have made under difYeren,
circumstances! Too late! Haiti" b.
cried. The trio marching toward tn,
door came to a stop. their heads
turned inquiringly. Here, Mr.. Nor
timer; take one Of these guns ant
cover the Major. He's the one
doubt" Then George followed tn,
others into the hall and ironicall!
babe them God.speed as he openet
the door for them. They went on
stupidity: the wine had dulled them
George Immediately returned to tb,
library.
Neither Fortune moi her mother hal
stirred In all this time. A quality o
hypnotism held them in bondage. Tn,
mother could not lower her glanc,
and the daughter would not. II then
was a light Of triumph in Fortune
eyes, 4 was u~nconsciously there. An,
no one win know the full bitterness
that shone from the mothers. Sh
could have screamed with fury; sh
could have rent her clothes, torn he
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