Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-05-21

When l fight you, III fight for myself,
not for bunch Of damned murderers.
Just now, I've got other business.
That man framed this up!" He pointed
a lean finger across the table into the
startled countenance Of Mr.. Farbish.
He knew! He has been working on
this job for a month. Pm going to
attend to his case now"
AS Samson started toward Farbish,
the conspirator rose, and, with an ex-
cellent counterfeit of insulted virtue,
pushed back his chair.
by God" he Indignantly exclaimed,
you mustn't try to embroil me in your
quarrels You must apologize. You
are talking wildly, South"
Am II" questioned the Kentuckian,
quietly; I'm going to act wildly in a
minute"
He halted a short distance from Far
bish, and drew from his pocket a
crumpled scrap of the offending maya
zine page: the item that had offended
Horton.
Il may not have good manners.
Mister Faroish, but where come from
we know how to handle varmints." He
dropped his voice and added for the
plotter's ear only: Here's little
matter on the side that concerns only
us. 1t wouldn't interest these other
gentlemen" He opened his hand, and
added: Here, eat that"
Farbish with frightened glance
at the set face Of the man who was ad-
vancing upon him, leaped back, and
drew from his pocket 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 momcntary scuffle of swaying
bodies and crash under which the
table groaned amid the SCATTERING
| of glass and china. Then, slowly, the
conspirators body bent back at the
waist, until its 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 smoldering dur
ing these last days was having a tenn
pestuous outlet He had found men
who, in a gentlemen's club to which
he had come as a guest, sought to
use him as catspaw and murderer.
AS they assaulted him, en- masse,
he seized a chair, and swung it fail
| like about his head. For a few mo-
ments, there was a crashing of glass
and china, and clatter of furniture
and chaos of struggle.
Samson South stood for a moment
painting in scene of wreckage and
disorder. The table was Uttered with
shivered glasses and decanters 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
celebrity and speed that he had hardly
understood it, and had taken no part.
But, as he met the gaze of the dis.
ordered figure across the wreckage of
a dinnertable, he realized that now.