The Carlisle independent., 1915-03-04

there was mingled with it demoniacal look of resolve. The look did not es cape a silent spectator on the stairs.
 Reynolds stepped briskly now to little cabinet beside the piano and bent over it, opening a concealed slide. A bit of shining blue metal flashed in his hands and he turned the cylinder quickly to make sure that it contained it's deadly load. He moved to the table for his hat and as he did so Dick slipped down the remaining steps and stepped softly across the room. AS Reynolds looked up the reporter stood before him.
 Going out, Bob?" he asked uncon- cernedly. Rather late, should say" "Only for moment, Dick. nesd the air"
 Can I trail along?"
 You needn't I'll be right back"
 He stepped forward, but the report CT backed along in front of him. As | they neared the door Reynolds made dash for it, but Dick was too quick for him. He stepped slightly aside and caught his friend from the rear, pin toning both his arms behind him. They struggled to and fro until Dick had dragged him to the center of the floor.
 Let me go!" Reynolds shouted. Damn you, Meade, I knew you'd do that. Let me go, will you! You don't | know what he's done to me or you'd help instead of stop me. Let me go!"
 The noise of the struggle brought 1 Jane from the dining room. She stood half way a moment, watching the con- l tortions of the breathless men, like one charmed and bereft of mobility.
 Dick had dragged Bob to the diyan now and they fell on it together. With quick movement the reporter reached for Reynolds hip pocket. He secured the revolver, but as he loosed one hand to do so, Bob, with lurch, | broke from his grasp and stood pant | ing before him.
 Give me that pistol!" he ordered.
 He got only a quiet smile and shake of the head from his friend.
 Then. damn 1t. I'll do it with my hands!" he cried and rushed toward the door
 Jane staggered after him.
 'Bob-Bob, dear! My boy! My hus- band!" she called beseechingly. The tenderness of her tone, the love note in her voice, arrested him for mo- ment where the antagonism of his i friend had only accentuated his hys- teria. He stopped and looked at her.
 Bob" she cried softly, come back back with me. I know I've been to blame It's all my fault
 He only looked and his eyes sudden ly were befogged with tears. His hands dropped again. The same in- ertia as before overcame him. He started back toward her, tottered and fell headlong to the floor.
 The terror stricken wife stopped and caught his head in her hands. showering it with kisses.
 "Bob Bob! Speak to mel" she cried
 She pressed open his eyelids, her own tears mingling with his, while Dick, with more practical mind, forced brandy through his lips and sent her to the kitchen for ice. They packed the broken ice about his head and i chafed his hands, but in vain. He gave no sign of returning consciousness.
 Their physician lived only few | doors away and in a few minutes, hay 1 ing been summarily aroused by Dick. he was bending over his neighbor's s side.
 "A nervous collapse" he said sen cautiously. He mixed 8 stimulant and administered some of it. Get some of this into him every 15 minutes and he'll come around. His heart action is good" he added, bending an ear to Reynolds chest Its only a question of time-minutes, maybe hours. but there Is no immediate danger. Come" he finished curtly, addressing Dick. well carry him up to his room"
 Jane followed and, weeping silently, helped to get her husband into bed | The doctor, like all others, assured that there was no pressing peril, pre- pared to resume his broken rest, but Jane would not let him go. He sat down resignedly, feeling of the strick- en mans pulse and from time to time ] administering the stimulant as he had directed At last Reynolds lids parted and he stared weakly about He looked vacantly at the doctor, but as Jane knelt and pressed her lips to his he recognized her and spoke her name
 That's all," the physician said as he arose. Never mind the medicine now. I'll send a nurse in the morning Your husband needs a rest, Mrs. Key nolds-a good one. AS soon as he is up get him away from business. and from other things"
 He looked significantly at Dick, who nodded a knowing assent Then he bade him good night.
 Reynolds, his hand clasped in his wife's, lay quiet, speaking softly now l and then to assure her of his con- sciousness, and then weakly indicated that he would like to sleep.
 ''l'll bunk on the divan in Bob's den," Dick told Jane. You're all right, old man, I know" he said, bending over his friend. You want what the doctor ordered-rest, and you want 1t now"