The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-09

Ben. You copied my diamond -;
you planted this cigarette u,,l,,o,
yoii couia~ so
You're liar? beloved Riy D.
and sprung for his 8ccuser leu
a knife Gleamed In Fnbs hand -,
he siashed savaaely al his onrusbi14
opponent. With roar of rogo "a
Ben caught the descending Wis
wrested the weapon from i, and nl,-
ed II To the hiif in l'lnhs breas,
There WAS piercing shrisk f.o,.
The attic and tearing of boar,,s To-
woman. quick of mind as she w. =.
body. was the first 10 connrohoas
what that might mean She spranp 70
the ladder but .aS she went she cas-,
backward glance at the lifeless nan
on the floor, There was no shuddor ~
her. only cold triumph.
IRIS a girl: She's on the roofr. NUT,
the woman as she gained the attic
Lean Jake was the first out of tho
door. AMI Zig Ben just after hin,
They rounded the corner of tho I'm,
jr@t in time to see June iump from
the roof and dart for her boat |, was
the woman who caught her.
"Let me go" implored June. so
won't tellr'
Those last three words would seal
her fate in The mind of any fnurler0nS
thief. Big Ben had caught her roughly
by the arm, and now he looked in.
quiringly at the others Il
Drown her." advised Lean Lla
who vas more full of fear than thfaf
should be. "She Knows too 1.1cb Il
All three of them looked Il tie w.
ter: 1t spread far into the marshes
and II held its secrets yell and long
Without a work Big Ben swung June
up in his arms and started with her tn
the waters edge. while she utterad
shrek upon Shrek
A shot and then another answered
June's piercing shrieks. and down the
channel from the inlet swiftly sped the
little cutter, with Grin Cunningham at
the wheel. revolver in hand.
Hands up" yelled strong voice.
and another shot startled the air of the
marshes. Gilbert Rlye, He stood nm
in his racer, and over the wheel bent
heavy Edwards, his eyes narrowed and
his thick lips FIRMLY set.
Big Ben had dropped June at the
first shot and had reached for his re-
volver. Lean Jake had dropped tat
on the ground behind bow!der. but
before Big Ben could return the fire Of
the oncoming boats from the Hiarity
be was confused by shot from an.
other quarter, and through the reeds
Of the marsh there pushed narrow
steel gray m0torhoat, in which stood
tall man with soft hat and a loosely
knotted cravat
a stranger! And he was nearer to
the helpless June than her pursuers
from the Hilarity! She ran toward
him like deer. and as his driver drew
close insbOre June sprang into the
boat
Hurry" she cried. please hurry!"
The man. evidently an artist, from
the canvases and folding easel in his
boat. followed her terrified gaze as she
glanced back, her terror divided be-
tween the murderers on the island and
the men in the boats. The artist lower
ed June to Il seat beside him. and, with
a word to the driver. they darted away
toward the channel. A shot whizzed
over their heads as they started, and
shot after shot resounded from the up
per channel
The man with the white mustache
paid no attention to Big Ben as he
steered his swift little cutter around
the island and struck into the lower
channel after the artist and the beauti-
full young girl who had escaped from
the attic. Nor did the man with the