The Detroit times., 1913-02-01

took her home In an express-wagon
Hell, boss, I'm a married man go
fairly. / know what / ought 4
DO. and I'm gofn home. the Judge
says | got to- him hnd me talked
Il all over. and he's goin' TO speak &c
Marsh about keepin me herei'
$50 you've told him we keep you
here? And the gambler gI0wered
at him. He poured himself drink
OF whisky and swallowed IL at a gulp,
We'll, what else did you tell him.
he asked over the rim OF his glass.
That's about all: only me and the
Judge understand each other" said
the handy-man vaguely.
We'll, II was enough rejolned Gil
more. You are sure you didn't say
anything about North"
Montgomery shook his head in Wig
orous denial
Sure repeated Gilmore, his
glance intent and piercing. "SureT
A sickly pallor was oversprSading
the handy-man's flame-colored vlsage.
II began at his heavy puffy jaws, and
diffused itself about his cheeks. He
could feel 1t spread
eoAu LILO
There was an awful pause. Gil
more carefully replaced his glass on
the table, then he roared in voice
OF thunder:
Stand up, you hound"
Montgomery realized that the con-
sequences OF his treachery were TO
be swift and terrible. He came slow
ly TO his feet. but no sooner had he
gained them than Gilmore drove his
fist into his face, and he collapsed on
his chair.
Stand up" roared Gilmore again.
And again Montgomery came erect
only TO be knocked back into sit
ting posture. with a long cash across
his jaw where tbs gamblers diamond
ring had left its mark
Il tell You. stand up" cried Gil
more
Reaching forward he seized Mont
gomery by the throat with his left
hand and jerked him to his feet. then
holding him SO, he coolly battered
his face with his free hand.
For Gods sake, quit, boss-you're
KILN mel" cried Joe, as he vainly
sought TO protect his face with his
arms
But Mr.. Gilmore had a primitive
prejudice In favor OF brute force, and
the cruel blows continued until Mont
eomery seemed to lose power even
TO attempt to shield himself; his
great hands hung helpless at his side
and his head fell over on his shout
der. Seeing which the gambler re-
leased his victim, who, limp and quiv.
ering, dropped to the floor.
Still crazed with rage, Gilmore
kicked the handy-man into corner,
and turning poured himself still an
other drink OF whisky. II he had
spoken then OF what was uppermost
in his mind, 1t would have been to
complain OF the rotten luck which In
SO ticklish business. had furnished
him with fools and sots for associ-
ates. He should have known better
than to have trusted drunken Joe
Montgomery; he should have kept
out OF the whole business
With the suddenness Of revelation
he realized his own predicament. but
with the realization came the knowl
edge that he was now hopelessly In
volved; that he could not 60 back ;
that he must go on, or--here he threw
back his shoulders as though TO cast
off his evil forebodings-or between
the dusk OF one day and the dawn OF
another, no might disappear from
Mount Hope.
With this cheering possibility II
mind, he picked up the glass of whis
ky beside him and emptied it at {
single draught, then he put on hi!
n n.
room, locking the door behind him.
Presently the wretched heap on the
floor stirred and moaned feebly, and
then lay still A little later 1t moan
ed again. Lifting his head he stared