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

Continued from Yesterday
His deep eyes glowed now with ia
matte fire. Lamar, despite his gay cour-
age. felt the cold chill of fear that as
sails most normal men at contact with
the insane.
terrible slow voice, make ready to
meet him.
Borden, as he spoke, raised the re-
volver a few. inches, and his finger
ering all his strength. lunged suddenly
forward, clutching Jims wrist and
twisting it to one side< The bullet went
Wild. In another instant, the table was
in furious embrace, were fighting for
possession of the weapon.
Up and down the little room they
reeled and lurched; now smashing q
sending a shower of plaster from the
molding wall as they fell against it.
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. it
exploded. But both times the ball flew
harmless into % noor ,'Ian;, or Wali: lamar.
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
lin release his hold on the useless
weapon and snatched with both hands
for Lamars throat. But before the
grip could be gained or guarded. he
Tecoiled a step; his eyes CLASSY and
staring; his wild gaze fixed on some
thing behind Max.
Up through the trapdoor two police
men we're climbing-summo by
Sudsy as they had stood chatting to-
gether on q street corner.
With a roar OF fury, Borden snatch
, ed up the overturned table and hurl-
! ed IT with all his force at the Charg
tny policemen: then followed up that
! brief advantage by making dash
| for the unguarded trapdoor.
The foremost policeman caught the
; flung table glancingly on his upraise
arm. staggered under the impact; thcn
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
night. His keen nostrils had caught
he smell OF escaping gas. He re-
membered all at once what Borden
had said: MY son is in that bedroom n
, dying" And he ran to the bed
room door. opened 1t and entered.
! The two policemen, stalwart as they
were. found Circle" jim uneXpectedll
, hard to subdue. The old man wa
| hghting like a beast at bay. Nor wa
he fighting to escape. for ne made M
move to tear himself free from hi!
! opponents
Instead, he seemed 10 he trying tc
get hold OF the pistol that one of th'
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 /:
| both of his own.
Then--while the double weight G
his foes was upon him and while boti
men battled sturdilY to force him e
the ground--Jim Borden called o.
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 forefinger sNppt
inside the trigger guard.
| One pressure OF the finger and tn
shot was fired.
The policemen relaxed their hold a
Jim Borden spasmodically leaped int
the air and stag gered 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