The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1913-03-29

sal and high. do you hear me? Let
me got"
MIR Mortimer" said George, with
out turning his head or letting his
eye waver, keep him back. Thanks"
George stepped over the threshold.
Now gentlemen, I 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 q man Is deed
| lest with pistol. surrender"
The brother was struggling. 1.-THE
telephone! The telephone! ] demand
| to call the police. This is accessory
| to the fact! tell you. let me go!"
'eMr. Wadsworth," replied George,
''n 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; want only
q Anal glass Of wine" Iyanne calmly
/ took the slender stem e the glass be-
! tween his fingers, nfte61it and drank.
He set it down empty. From his out
| side pocket he drew q handkerchief
and delicately dried his lips. He
alone OF his confederates had life. II
| 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 money-bags,
didn't we? And we surely would have
| but for this delicious vintage"
Damn you and your wine!1 rosred
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 8 window And
all for q bottle OF wine!
Damn away, old SPORT Ryanne
reached for the bottle and oiled 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 refunding that hundred
pounds were strictly honorable. New,
what's on the ticket?
~ suppose your luggage liz outside
in the automobiles 7"
"Right-O!'
well, need not explain my rea-
sons; you viii understand them; but
I am going to give you all two hours
time Then | 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
~ them far into Jersey.
Accepted with thanks" said Ry-
anne.
"1 refuse to permit IL" yelled the
brother. "Mr. Jones, yoA will rue this
nights work. l shall see that the law
looks into your actions. This is fell
ony. / demand to he allowed to tele-
phone
"Percival, for heavens sake, let
him!" cried Ryanne YEARLY. "Let
him shout; 1t 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 iaub
Of the door.
| "You had better start at once,''
George advised. 'You three first"
with nod toward Wallace (his bull
bous nose now lavender In hue), the
butler and the flrst-mQn. Forward
march, front door. Go on!'
What about met" asked Ryanne.
I'm moment" George could not
but admire the man, rascal though he
was. There was pang OF regret In
his heart as theaa thought came and
went swiftly: what comrade this
man would have made under different
circumstances! Too late! Halt" he
cried The trio marching toward the
door came to q stop, their heads
turned inquiringly. Here, Mr.. Nor
cover the Major. He's the one /
doubt" Then George followed the
others into the hall and ironically
babe them Godspeed as he opened
the door for them. They went out
Istupidly; the wine had dnlled them,
George Immediately returned to the
library.
Neither Fortune nor her mother had
stirred in all this time A quality of
hypnotism held them in bondage. The
mother could not lower her glance
and the daughter would not II there
was a. light OF triumph In Fortunes
eyes, II was unconsciously there. And
no one will knew the full bitterness
that shons from the mothers. She
could have screamed with fury; she
could have rent her clothes, torn her
skin, pulled her hair: and yet she sat
there without physical sign O? the