The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-04-09

doors along the corridor were closed,
and besides all the outside windows
were strongly barred. He had just
appeared; that seemed the only ex-
planatioD. At the end of the hall,
with arms hanging loosely at his
side and eyes bulged out like mar
bles, Daley stared as if he saw a
ghost. Only for a moment, then
with cry that brought Daley out OF
bis trance. Emery rushed after the
Chlnaman, drawing his revolver as
he ran.
Why he did not shoot he never
! afterwards could tell. 1t might
have been repugnance at shooting a
seemingly unarmed man in the back
He did not know.
Reaching the door he sought, the
Chinaman, turned the knob and
springing quickly within slammed
it shut. just as Emery was about to
grab him. With thoughtless haste
Emery tore open the door and lung
ed wildly into the room. His haste
probably saved his life as it carried
him half way across the room before
he fell.
The Chinaman, not having time
to vanish as mis- forerunner did had
stepped aside so as to bring him be-
hind the door when it swung open,
AS Emery hurtled past he struck
vlciously, with one of those long,
keen. wicked looking knives that a
certain Tong had made famous. 1t
caught Emery just over the left
breast. gashing down over his bosom,
cutting deeply into the abdomen,
and across the right groin. He
staggered for moment, then drop
ped to the floor, a lifeless, bloody
mass. his entrails running out like a
rabbits under the dressers knife.
Hand-to-Hand Encounter
Daley, rushing in; tripped over
the fallen body and went sprawling
across the floor, his revolver flying
out of his hand.
As he was recovering, he saw the
Chinaman bounding toward him,
knife uplifted, bent on sending him
after his comrade. Springing quick
ly to his feet. he leaped aside draw
ing his cutlass at the same time.
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| attack him from all sides at once
A heavy nine pound cutlsss is no
weapon for raw inexperienced
youth, unschooled to it's many ad-
vantages. Daley shifted clumsily
back and forth. swinging his cutlass
like fail, making wild Intellectual
cuts and slashes at the evil. leering
countenance that danced ceaselessly
before him. Like all beginners with
a broad sword the thought of thrust
ing never entered his head Flaun-
dering about the room, dazed and
confused, he fought desperately ON,
urged by the maddening fear of i'm
pending death. The Chinaman leap
ed nimbly in and out, springing from
side to side, lodging, ducking, ad-
vancing. retreating, making tighten
ing like slashes with his long keen
blade, firing his victim out, craftily
awaiting the chance for fatal
stroke. Staggering backward from
particularly fierce onslaught, Da-
ley felt his legs knocked from under
him and with heartrending scream
of fear he fell backward on the bed
which he had inadvertently backed
into. A maniacal yell of fendish
glee and the yellow demon sprang
forward, grasped Daley by the hair,
swung his cleaning knife high and
struck with all his might at the lads
unprotected breast. With stitled
moan Daley closed his eyes-and
forgot everything.
A Cruesome Sight
When next he regained his senses
he was half smothered under the
weight of some soft, inanimate OBJ
ject, with a cry of horror he thrust
it from him and the dead body of the
Chinaman rolled over and slipped
with sickening thud to the floor.
Springing from the bed Daley
staggered to the middle of the room,
hands clasped tightly over his eyes,
| hodu ond mind st11l rackad hv tho
thoughts of what he last remember
ed.
Slowly his reason returned.
There lay the the Chinaman, face
downward, and out of little ronnd
hole just back of the right ear oozed
thick dark stream, flowing down
over his neck and forming a slowly
spreading crimson pool about his face.
Shuddering he turned from this
revolving sight and his eyes rested