The Mena weekly star., 1913-08-14

out turning his head or letting his eve waver. keep him back. Thanks" C.aeea stepped over the threshold. "@ov gentlemen, l shall shoot the Hrs nan who makes Q movement"
 And Pyanne, who knew something abcut D aorpe. saw that he meant just what le ss ]. Steady, every one," ha saia My friend George here can't shoot but that kind of man is dead Hest with a pistol. surrender"
 The brother was struggling. The elerhone. The telephone, demand 10 eali tho police, This is accessory to ., fac, I tell you, let me so!"
 Alr. NadsWortn,' rtSi.ed George If you ao rot ne still ard let oe r9r tuis affair, m throw tEe p.stc'e to ta. floor. aaG your lrcther rpe s.G t.1e90. may ,o as toy be'ly please. New rto- h'r'- sad ho ouiot -r' anne. WGcse hard WAS reaching out toward the table
 Don't shoot, Percival; I want only final glass of wine" Ryanne calmly AbOh tAt HltluN1 Httlu pl t4lb Std0S ut- tween his fingers, lifted it and drank. He set it down empty. From his out side pocket he drew 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. Well, Arthur, old top. how goes 1t? Nearly got your money-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 till 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 bottle of winel
 Damn away, old sport" Ryanne reached for the bottle and filled his glass again. "Percival, I'm blamed
 hbNAL lldl OllNG-lItS Ot gOuiCs lie waved his hand toward the bags. You can see that my intentions in regard to refunding that hundred pounds were strictly honorable. Now, what's on the ticket?"
 T suppose your luggage is outside In the automobiles?
 "Right-O!"
 
 Well, l need not explain my req sons; you will understand them; but am going to give you all two hours ume. Then l shall notify the police iou will have to take your chance after that time."
 The circling faces frightened per. ceptibly. Two hours-that would car. " them far into Jersey. Accepted with thanks" said Ky. anne.
 l refuse to permit it!" yelled the brother "Mr. Jones, you will rue this hishts work. shall see that the law LOOKS into your actions. This is fel. ony. l demand to be allowed to tele phone"
 |. '"i, TUT hcdfen Sdhe, ltl nm! cried Ryanne wearily. Let nm shout; 1t will soften his voice ne 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 jamh Of the door.
 tsNo..
 o iou had better start at once. Heorse advised. "You three first, . "itn nod toward Wallace (his bull pous nose now lavender in hue), the outier and the first-man. Forward march, front door Go on!"
 What about mel" asked Ryanne.
 m a moment" George could moi Dut admire the man, rascal though he was was There was pang of regret ir ~'s heart as the thought came and vent swiftly: what a comrade this man would have made under different eneumstances! Too late, "Haltl" he S'ieu' The trio marching toward tho Oor came to a stop, their heads .afhed inquiringly. Here, Mir. Nor nner; take one of these guns and do'.e oaeF the Major. He's the one
 Then George followed tho