Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1915-05-12

49, 0not up, tnen TWO, then all
M Tnae the room contained "How's that?
WHAT'S flash more or less now,"
neard no answer, only the slap of
tne cards as they were flung onto the
eaOle' then the clatter of a kew as If
turned in some distant lock.
me bottles were brought forward
ana tney sat down one on each side
VI the dusty mahogany table. The
nlan racing me was Spencer, the other
sat with his back my way.
wen play till the hands point To
tnree' announced Spencer, taking out
MS watch and laying it down where
ootn could see it. do you agree to
tnat!-unless l win and your funds
go a-oegglng before that hour"
agree" The tone was harsh: it
was almost smothered. The man was
staring at the watch; there was a
strange set look to his figure; paus-
ing as OF thought-of sinister thought.
Should now say; then l never
stopped to characterize it; it was fol-
lowed too quickly by a loud laugh and
a sudden grab at the cards.
You'll win! l feel it in nv bones. {"
came in encouraging tones from the
rich man. IF you do"-here the storm
ruled and his voice sank to an en-
courag1ng whisper-"you can buy the
OLD tavern up the road. It's going for
song; and then we'll be neighbors
and can play-play-"
The bills had all gone one way.
they fell within Spencer's grasp. Sud-
denly hard upon rafting peal which
seemed to unite heaven and earth, l
heard shouted out:
"Half-past two! The game stops at
three"
Damn your greedy eyes!" came
back in growl. Then all was still,
fearfully still, both in the atmosphere
outside and in that within, during
which l caught sight of the strangers
hand moving slowly around to his
back and returning as slowly forward,
all under cover of the tabletop and a
stack of half-empty bottles.
Il can buy the Claymore tavern,
can 1? Well, I'm going to-" rang out
into the air as the speaker leaped to
his feet. Take that, you cheat! And
that! And that" And the shots rang
out-one, two, three!
Spencer was dead in his Folly. I
had seen him rise, throw up his hands
and then fall in a heap among the
cards and glasses.
Then the man who stood there
alone turned slightly and l saw his
face. l have seen it many times
since; 1 have seen it at Claymore tav-
ern. He put the weapon back in his
pocket and began gathering up the
money. When every bill was in his
pockets he reached out his hand for
the watch. Then l saw him smile. He
smiled as he shut the case, he smiled
as he plunged it in after the bills.
Next moment 1 woke to a realiza-
ton of myself and all the danger of
my own position. l had the instinct
to make leap for the window over
my head and clutch at it's narrow sill
in wild attempt at escape.
But the effort ended precipitately.
He was coming toward me-a Strain
ing, painting figure-half carrying, half
dragging, the dead man who Topped
aside from his arms. My senses
blurred and l knew nothing till on a
sudden they cleared again, and l woke
to the blessed realization that the
door had been pushed against my slen-
der figure, hiding it completely from
his sight, and that this door was now
closed again and this time tightly.
and | was safe-safe!
The relief sent the perspiration in
a reek from every pore; but the icy
revulsion came quickly. AS l drew up
knees to get a better purchase on the
sill heavens torch was suddenly lit
I'D. the closet became pit of dazzling
whiteness amid which I saw the blot
of that dead body, with head propped
against the wall and eyes
Remember, l was but fifteen. The
legs were hunched up and almost
touched mine The door-the door
there was my way-the only way
which would rid me instantly of any
proximity to this hideous object
flung myself at it-found the knob
turned it and yelled aloud-my foot
had brushed against him. l knew the
difference and it sent me palpitating
over the threshold; but no farther.
Love of life had returned with my es-
cape from that awful prison house.
and | halted in the semidarkness into
which l had plunged, thanking heaven
which
drowned my loud cry.
For l was not yet safe. He was
still there. He had turned out all
lights but one. He had not seen me
and was going. could hear the
sound of his feet as he went STUN
bling in his zigzag course towards the
door. Then every sound both on MS
mart and on mine was lost in a swoop
of down-falling rain and ! remember
nothing more till out of the blackness
before me, he started again into view,
within the open doorway where in the