The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1914-06-16

worthless thirty-ysar-old cartridge, and
the major sprsng around with an ex,
clamation, as with an oath. the other
dashed the screen aside and again
pulled the trigger.
s'You Internal murderer" cried the
major. 1t was all he said, for, as he
swung his chair up the one-time bully
OF Hell's-Half-Acre rushed in and
struck him single sledge-hammer
blow with the dubbed pistol. It fell
full on the majors temple and the
heavy iron crashed through.
Greet King stood an instant breath
ing hard, then. without withdrawing
his eyes from the PROSTATE form, his
hand CROPPED for the cold goblet and
lifting 1t to his lips, drained it to its
dregs. "Therel" he said There's my
six-years' debt paid In full. ye lily-liv-
cred, Impoverished hellionl Take
that from the mayor of the Dome!"
There was mans step on the
gravel and the sudden bark of dog.
The pistol fell from his hand. He
stole on tiptoe along the corridor and
leaped through the French window.
As he dashed across the lawn. a
startled cry came from the house be
hind him.
No human eye had seen him, but he
had been observed for ali that. Run
your best now, Greet King! Double
and turn how you will. there is a swift
er Nemesis pursuing. 1t fs only dog.
and not big one at that, but it is of a
faithful breed that knows neither fear
nor quarter. Like white lightning,
without a bark or growI. Chum
launched himself on the fleeing quar-
ry, and in the shadow of the trees his
teeth met in the ragged trousers-leg.
Kicking, beating with his hands at
the dragging weight, the man dashed
on Not till they had reached the hem
locks was that fierce grip broken, and
then 1t was with a tearing of flesh and
sinew. Painting, snarling with rage and
pain, the man seized fallen branch
and stood at bay, striking out with
vicious sweeping blows. But the bull
dog, the hair bristling up on his thick
neck, his red-rimmed eyes fiery, cir
cled beyond reach Of the fail, crouch
ing for another spring.
Again he launched himself, and the
man, lodging, Numbered full-face into
a thorn-bush. The sharp spines
slashed his forehead and the starting
blood blinded him, so that he ran with
out sense of direction straight upon
the declivity of Lovers Leap.
He was topping on it's edge before
he could stop. and then threw himself
backward, clutching desperately at the
slippery fern-coyered rock, feeling his
feet dangling over nothing. He dug
his fingers into the yielding soil and
with knee and elbow strove frenziedly
to crawl to the path.
But the white bulldog was upon him.
The clamping teeth met In the striving
fingers, and with scream Of pain
Greet Kings hold let go and dog and
man went down together.
.
Ten minutes later a motor was hurb
ing itself along the Red Road to the
village. The doctor was in his Office
and no time was lost in the return. En-
route they passed Judge Chalmers
driving, and seeing the flying haste
he turned his sweating pair and dashed
them after the car.
| So that when the major finally
opened his eyes from the big leather
couch, he looked on the faces Of two Of
his oldest friends. Recollection an6
understanding seemed to come at once
"Well-Southall?"
The doctors hand closed over the
white one on the settee. He did moi
answer, but his chin was quiverine
and he was winking fast
How long?" asked the major after
lengthy minute.
'Maybe-maybe an hour, Bristow
Maybe not"
The major WINGED and shut his eyes
but when the doctor, reaching swiftly
for a phial on the table, turned again
it was to find that look once more OF
him, now in yearning appeal. South
ALL" he said, send for Judith. L
must see her. There's time"
her." he said, and his voice had all thu
tenderness of a woman's my car
rage is at the door and with those
horses she ought to be here in twent.
minutes" He leaned over the couch
'Bristow," he said, would you-woult
you like me to send for the rector?"
The major smiled, little wistfully
chank hic hood He Law Qf1Qnt fO
while after the judge had gone out
he seemed housing his strength--whil
the ormolu clock on the desk ticke'
ominously on, and the doctor busie'
himself with the glasses beside him
Presently he said huskily:
You've had bad fall, Bristow. Yol
we're dizzy, I reckon"
"Dizzy!" echoed the major wit
feeble asperity. 1T was Greet King. ="
"Greef King! Good God!"
HE was hiding behind the screer
He struck me with something. H
swore at his trial he'd get me. I wa
Ia fool not to have remembered hi
time was out"
A look, wolf-like and grim, ha
sprung into the DOCTORS face. His eye
) searched the room. and he crossed tn
4 floor and picked up something froI
the rug. He looked at it moment
then thrust it hastily into his breas
| pocket.
remember now. It was pisto
He snapped it twice, but it MISE
fire."
"He can't hide where wen not fin
him!" The doctor spoke with low bu