New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-04-07

Hen. ssYou COPIED my diamond; then
you planted this cigarette holder 20
you could
You're a liar!' beloved Big Ben
and sprang for his accuser.
A knife cleaned in FLUIDS hand.l and
he slashed savagely at his onrushing
opponent. With roar of rage Big
Ben caught the descending wrist
wrested the weapon from It and plung-
ed it to the hilt in FLUIDS breast.
There was piercing shrek from
the attic and tearing of boards. The
woman. quick of mind as she was of
body, was the first to comprehend
what that might mean. She sprang to
the ladder. but as she went she cast a
backward glance at the lifeless man
on the floor. There was no shudder In
her. only cold triumph.
Its girl! She's On the roofr' cried
the woman as she gained the attic.
Lean Jake was the first out of the
door. and Big Ben just after him.
They rounded the corner Of the hut
just in time to see June jump from
the roof and dart for her boat It was
the woman who caught her.
LET me 60" dmplored June. 81
won't tellv'
Those last three words would seal
her fate in the mind of any murderous
thief. Big Ben had caught her roughly
by the arm. and now he looked in
quiringly at the others.
Drown her." advised Lean Jake.
who was more full of fear than a thief
should be. "She knows too much"
All three of them looked at the wa
ter. 1t spread far into the marshes.
and It held its secrets we'll and long.
Without work Big Ben swung June
up in his arms and started with her to
the waters edge, while she uttered
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 Blye! He stood up
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 Dat
on the ground behind bowlder. but
before Big Ben could return the fire OF
the oncoming boats from the Hilarity
he was confused by shot from an
other quarter, and through the reeds,
of the marsh there pushed narrow
steel gray motorboat, in which stood
tall man with soft hat and 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 inshore 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 seat beside him. and. with
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 mustach
paid no attention to Big Ben as b.
steered his swift little cutter ar0unf
the island and struck into the lowe
channel after the artist and the beaut
full young girl who had escaped frol
the attic. Nor did the man with tt