The Washington times., 1915-12-17
CONTINUED from Yesterday

(Contlnued from 1eBterday.)
His deep eyes Rlowed now with ia
natic fire. Lamar, despite his gay cour-
age. felt the cold chill Of fear that as
sails most normal men at contact with
"If YOU have a God" went on the
terrible slow voice, make ready to
meet him.
Borden, as he spoke, raised the re-
volver a few inches, and his finger
frightened on the trigger. Lamar. gath
ering all his strength, lunged suddenly
forward, clutching Jim's wrist and
twisting II to one side< The bullet went
wild In another instant, the table was
overturned, and the two men. locked
In furious embrace, were fighting for
possession of the weapon.
Up and down the little room they
reeied and lurched; now smashing a
chair under their trampling feet now
sending a shower of plaster from the
moldlng wall as they fell against 1t.
Jim fought like a crazed wildcat
Lamar, with all the cool science of a
away the weapon, try as he would.
Twice more, in the fierce struggle, 1t
exploded. But both times the ball few
harmless into floor or wall.
Presently, in the deathlock, Lamar 9
fingers found the catch that held the
pistols cylinder in place. One sharp
pressure and he had broken the re-
volver, sending the remaining car
triOReS DattGrlnR naTnleSb 10 Ine HOOT'
Jim released his hold on the useless
weapon and snatched with both hands
for Lamar's throat. But before the
grip could be gained or guarded, he
staring; his wild gaze fixed on some
Up through the trapdoor two police
men were climbing--summoned by
Sudsy as they had stood chatting to-
gether on q street corner.
With a roar OF fury. Borden snatch
ed up tho overturned table and hurl-
ed 1t with all his force at the charg.
ing policemen; then followed up that
brief advantage by making a dash
| for the unguarded trapdoor.
The foremost policeman caught the
: flung table glancingly on his upraisel
, arm. staggered under the impact. ther
drew his pistol and turned to help his
! comrade who had grappled Borden al
| tho very entrance to the trap.
! Lamar did not join in the triple
light. His keen nostrils had caught
the smell of escaping gas. He re-
! membered all at once what Border
had said my son is in that bedroon n
! -dyinE!" And he ran TO the bed
! room door. opened 1t and entered.
| The two policemen, stalwart as they
| were, found "Circle" Jim Unexpectedly
| hard to subdue. The old man wa!
| lighting like a beast at bay. Nor wal
| he fighting to escape, for he made nj
! HlONS " tear HlHSSiA AiCC 'iOih III
! opponents.
Instead, he seemed to be trying t
get hold OF the pistol that one of tn
two policemen still held. He did no
! succeed in tearing the gun away from
the policeman. But he did manage
to catch the latter's pistol hand 1;
| both of his own.
Then--while the double weight C
his foes was upon him and while boil
men battled sturdily to force him T.
! the ground--Jim Borden called ol
/ every ounce OF his great strength 70
| one final effort.
! Like Samson OF old, he put for'l
his power of muscle. And. before hi
, Captors could so much as guess hi
| intent, he had twisted the policeman
| hand toward him. so that the pisto
| muZZles pressed against his own bod
| Just above the heart.
The same wrench enabled Jim T.
| force aside the policeman's trigge
| finger. His own forehnger slippe
inside the trigger guard.
One pressure of the finger and tn
shot was fired.
The policemen relaxed their hold. a
Jim Borden spasmodicaIly leaped int
the cir and staggered backward, a 4
bullet through his heart.
The big bod urtled to the floor an
lay there.
Circle" Jim Borden. cornered. ha
killed himself-and with the very pistc
with which his opponents had sough
to overawe him. He lay stone deaC
His right hand was cOnvulsively clench
ed above the wound on his breast A
the Mortified policemen watched tn