Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1914-04-23

timber! He saw It right of. You're
a lucky old rascal TO have him for o
master"
"Hyuh, hyuhl" agreed Uncle Jeffer'
son. Danny Co'ot er heap bettah
dan drivin' er oil stage ter de deepo
fer drummahs en- lightnin rod agents.
All sho do pray de Good Man ter mex
Mars John happy" he added soberly,
but Abs mought1y 'sturbed In nah
mind-moughtly 'eturbed!"
The hidden watcher waited motion.
less. From where he stood he could
look. He waited till through the rear
window he saw the Negroes bent figure
disappear into the kitchens. Then he
noiselessly lifted himself upright, and
resting the pistol on the screen-topi
took deliberate ain and pulled the
trigger.
The hammer clicked sharply on the
worthless thirty-year-old cartridge, and
the major sprang around with an ex'
clamation, as with an oath, the other
dashed the screen aside and again
pulled the trigger.
"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-hammeI
blow with the dubbed pistol. II 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 1t to It's
dregs. "Therel" he said. There's my
six-years' debt paid in full. we llly-liv'
cred. fancy-weskited hellion! Take
that from the mayor of the Dome!"
There was a mans step on the
gravel and the sudden bark OF a 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, q
startled cry came from the house be
hind him.
No human eye had seen him, but he
had been observed for all that Run
| your best now, Greet King! Double
and turn how you will, there Is a swift
er Nemesis pursuing II Is only dog
and not big one at that, but 1t is of g
| faithful breed that knows neither feaI
nor quarter. Like white lightning
without bark or growl, Chun
launched himself on the fleeing quar-
~, and in the shadow of the trees his
teeth met in the ragged trousers-leg.
Kicking, beating with his hands al
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 tearing of flesh and
sinew. Painting, Startling with rage and
pain, the man seized a 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 irection-etraight upor
the declivity of Lovers Leap.
He was topping on its edge before
he could stop, and then threw himself
backward, clutching desperately at the
slippery fern-covered rock, feeling his
feet dangling over nothing. He dul
his fingers into the yielding soil anC
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 a scream of pair
Greet Kings hold let go and dog ant
man went down together.
Ten minutes later a motor was hurl