The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-01-04

NOV gentlemen, snail shoot the
nrst man who makes q movement"
t.. And, Ryanne, who knew something
about George. saw that he meant Just
what he said. STEADY. every one"
he said. my friend George hero can't
shoot; but that kind Of q man 10 dead.
lest with a pistol. surrender"
The brother was struggling. "The
telephone! The telephone! demand
to call the police. This 10 Accessory
to the fact! ! tell you, let me gol"
"Mr. Wadsworth." replied George.
"if you do not be still and let me run
this affair. I'll throw the pistols to tho
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; I want only
a final glass Of wine." Ryanne calmly
took the slender stem Of the glass be-
tween his fingers. lifted 1t and drank.
He set 1t down empty. From his out
side pocket he drew 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. 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 a bottle of wine!
Damn away. old sporti" Ryanna
reached for the bottle and filed 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. Now,
what's on the tickot?"
II suppose your luggage 10 outside
In the automobiles?"
"Right-O!"
well, need not explain my rea
sons; you will understand them; but
/ am going to give you all two hours
time. Then ] shall notify tho 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 it!" yelled the
brother. ''Mr. Jones, you will rue this
nights work. shall see that the law
looks into your actions. This is Eel.
ony. ! demand to be allowed to tele.
phone"
"Percival, for heavens sake, lei
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 IL
his grasp relax. Arthur Wndswortf
grew limp and reeled against the jamt
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 first-man. Forward
march, front door. Go on!"
what about me?" asked Ryanne.
"In a. moment" George could not
but admire the man, rascal though he
was. There was pang Of regret In
his heart as the thought came and
went swiftly: what a comrade thii
man would have made under different
circumstances! Too late! "Hnlt!" he
cried. The trio marching toward the
door came to a stop. their heads
turned inquiringly. Here, Mr.. Nor
timer; take one of these guns and
cover the Major. He's the ono
doubt" Then George followed the
others into the hall and ironically
babe them God-speed az he opened
the door for them. They went out
stupidity; the wine had dulled 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 light Of triumph in Fortunes
eyes, It was unconsciously there. And
no one will know the full bitterness
that shone from the mothers. She
could have screamed with fury: she
could have rent her clothes, torn hel
skin, pulled her hair; and yet she sal
there without physical sign Of thu
tempest.
On her side. Fortune knew, that. hai
there been a single gesture inviting
pity, she must have flown to her moth
er's side. But there was no sign
Finally, Fortune stepped back, chilled
1t was all too late.
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