The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-02-04

drew from his pocket a pistol--it was
an exact counterpart of the one with
which he had supplied Samson.
With a panther like swiftness. the
Kentuckian leaped forward, and struck
up the weapon, which spat one in
effective bullet into the rafters. There
was momontary scufIle Of swaying
bodies and a crash under which the
table groaned amid the shattering
OF glass and china. Then slowly, the
oonspirator's body bent back at the
waist, until It's shoulders were
stretched on the disarranged cloth,
and the white face, with purple veins
swelling on the forehead, stared up
between two brown hands that gripped
its throat.
Swallow that" ordered the noun
taineer.
For just an instant, the company
stood dumfounded. then a strained.
unnatural voice broke the silence.
stop him. he's going to kill the
mani"
The odds we're four to two and
with sudden rally to the support OF
their chief plotter, the other conspira-
tors rushed the figure that stood throt-
Ting his victim. But Samson South
was in his element. The dammed-up
wrath that had been smolderlng dur
ing these last days was having tenn
pestuous outlet. He had found men
who, in a gentlemen's club to which
he had come a. a groet sought to
use him as a catspaw and murderer
AS they assaulted him, en- masse
he seized a chair, and swung II fail
like about his head For a few mo-
ments. there was a crashing Of glass
and china, and clatter of furniture
and a chaos OF struggle.
Samson South stood for a moment
painting in a scene of wreckage and
disorder. The table was Uttered with
shivered glasses and decanteIs and
chinaware. The furniture was scat
tered and overturned Farbish was
weakly leaning to one side in the seat
to which he had made his way The
men who had gone down under the
heavy blows OF the chair lay quietly
where they had fallen.
Wilfred Horton stood waiting The
whole affair had transpired with such
celerlty and speed that he had hardly
understood II, and had taken no part.
But, as he met the gaze of the dis
ordered figure across the wreckage OF
dinner-table, he realized that now,
with the preliminaries settled, he who
had struck Samson in the face must
give satisfaction for the blow. Horton
was sober, as cold sober as though he
had jumped into ice-water, and though
he was not in the least afraid, he was
mortified. and. had apology at such a
time been possible, would have made
II. He knew that he had misjudged
his man; he saw the outlines of the
plot as plainly as Samson had seen
them, though more tardily.
Samson's toe touched the pistol
which had dropped from Farbish's
hand and he contemptuously kicked 1t
to one side. He came back to his
place.
Now. Mr.. Horton he said TO the
man who stood looking about with a
dazed expression, IF you're still OF the
same mind, | can accommodate you.
You lied when you said | was saw
age-though just now 1t sort OF looks
like was, and"-he paused then
added-"and I'm ready either to fight
or shake hands. Either way suits
me-"
For the moment, Horton did not
speak, and Samson slowly went on:
But, whether we fight or not, you've
got to shake hands with me when we're
finished You and me amt going to
start no feud. This is the first time
I've ever refused to let man be my
enemy If he wanted to- I've got my
reasons. I'm going to make you shake
hands with me whether you like It or
not. but If you want to fight first it's
satisfactory. You said awhile ago you
would be glad to be more explicit with
me when we were alone He paused
and looked about the room Shall
throw these damned murderers out OF
here or will you go into another room
and TALK
Leave them where they are" said
Horton, quietly. Wen go into the
reading.room, Have you killed any of
them?"
Il don't know" said the other, curt
ly "and ! don't care"
When they we're alone, Samson
went on;
II know what you want to ask me
about, and don't mean to answer YOU
You want to question me about Miss
Lescott. Whatever she and | have
done doesn't concern you. ! viii, say
this much-if I've been ignorant OF
New York ways and my ignorance has
embarrassed her, I'm sorry.
81 supposed you know that she's too
damned good for you-just like she's
too good for me. But she thinks more
of you than she does OF me-and she's
yours. AS for me, have nothing to
apologize TO you for Maybe, have
something to ask her pardon about
but she hasn't asked it,
Cro BE CONTINUED