The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-11-28
CHAPTER XIII.
(contInued.)

HBA NuSs III ttCt, btcoiths iooiti
had heard. II came from the II
nyy, where shabby iigur'
oucbed, listening. In the corner he
md the tapestried screen-a mel
lilly clad, with a SCARED cheek.
Hit had been with no good purpose
lat Greet King had logged the maJo
)eee last days. He Rugged hc
htred grown to white heat in si'
Hrs Of prison labor within bleas
ihlIs It the clicking shoe-machine. Of
18th the chain-gang on blazing o.
11pety turnpikes. He had skunk be
AInd him that afternoon. creeping u,
)1o drive under cover Of the bushes
IA while the other talked witt
yncle Jefferson, had skirted the house
IA entered from the farther sid :
trough an open French window
{pw a. he peered from behind the
41reen. poker. snatched from the
Dteplace. was In his hand. His fur
30 gaxe fell upon morocco-coveret
@1se on q commode by his side. He
tied it, lid and his eyes narrowed
~ he saw that It held pistol. H.
IL down the poker noiselessly ane
4Dk the weapon. He tilted lit WA:
10nted. but there were loads In tie
He crouched lower. will
whispered curse; the major wa:
uing into the library, but not alon
The old Niger was with him!
Bncle Jefferson bore a tray with 9
>oted goblet over whose rim peepet
ben leaves and which spread abrca'
ambrosial odor. which the major
Ted approvingly as the other SCI
J burden on the desk at his elbow
MMajah," said the latter solemnly
bu reck'n Mars John en- Miss Shir
4 0o0d lord" said the major. wheel
: to the small ormolu clock on the
: *. 'lts most four o'clock. Haven't
= y any idea where he's gone:'
mo, sub. less'n he's gwineter look
IN dem walnut trees. Whit Abs
Tine ter say--you' reck'n Mars
1 IN en- Mess"
walnut trees? Is he going &c sell
my
WTree man come rom up Norf
y IUcwhah ter SEQ erbout ct yistidday
IN, sub. Yo' reck'n Mars John
mice pot or money tied up In that
/ hber. He saw it right or. You're
" ucky old rascal to have him for a
: S4lr."
Hyuh. hyuh." agreed Uncie Jeffer'
: \. 'sDam'ry Co'ot er heap bettah
{ y drivin' er OF stage ter de deepc
! drummahs en- lightnin'-rod agents.
= sho' do pray de Good Man ter mex
hrs John happy" he added sob.
III, sbut Abs mought'ly 'sturbed IN
I "a mind -mought'ly 'sturbed."
The hidden watcher waited motion
- From where he stood he could
~. He waited till through the real
Vlndow he saw the Negroes bent fis
4 disappear into the Kitchens. Their
I nOisnltssly lifted himself upright
resting the pistol ON the screen
took deliberate aim and pulled
trigger.
me hammer clicked sharply on the
rthless thirty-year old cartridge,
" the major sprang around with an
blamation. as with an oath. tho
= ber dashed the screen aside ard
= hin pulled the trigger.
tYou Internal murderer" cried the
Tor. II was all he said. for, as nc
ing his chair up. the one-time
Nv Of Hell's- alf-Acre rushed in and
mex him single sledge-hamnler
Nv with the dubbed pistol. 1t fell
~ - tt,o ,,,u s~~sc xov,,,Io opd III,
SeAyy ron crashed through.
Grecf King stood an instant breath.
Inc hard, theu. 0i:1out withdrawing
NJ eyes from the PROSTATE form. his
&nnd CROPPED for the cold goblet ami
lizting it to his lips, drained it TO its
1regs. "There!" he said. There's
~ nix,years' debt paid In full. ye lily
Iayered, fancy-weskited hellion! Take
HAT from he mayor of the Dorie."
# Thsre was mans step ON tbs,
Travel and the sudden bark of a dos
Tho pistol fell from his hand. Hr
r1olo on tiptoe along the corridor and
<eoped through the French window.
~ no dashed across the lawn. r
ntoftled cry came from the house be
n1nd him.
No human eye had seen him. but
~ had been observed for all that
HIN your best now. Greet King. Don
~ and turn how you will, there is a
oW1fter Nemesis pursuing. 1t is only
= 6cg. and not big one at that. but
~ ~ Of q faithful breed that knows
neither fear nor quarer. Like white
o>& vx-2x knr ~
Gnunl larrchcd himself on the fleeiGt
1gnorfy. and in the shadow OF the trees
M teeth met in the ragged trousers
Kicking. beating with his hands al
Ne dfagging weight. the man dash .,
~ Not til they had reached tl.'
ben>Iocks was that fierce grip broken
md then It was with q tearing o
0Gh and sinew. Painting. snarlin,
With rage and pain, the man seizet
41llcn branch and stood at bay, strik
- Hmt with vicious sweeping blows
10 tbe bulldog, the hair bristling ~
Ne thick neck. his red-rimmet
9Q Gery, circled beyond reach OF TIL
llorouching for another spring.
I'm he launched himself. and thu
n sGodging. Numbered full-face int,
pfn-bush. The sharp spine
his forehead and the startin,
blinded him, SO that he ra;
~ sense of direction-straigh
~ declivity OF Lovers Leap.
voo toppling on its edge befor'
oton and then threw himsel
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