The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-05-11

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Law need never know. Go ahead ana
operate. Billiard You've . younger
and ktsadisr and clsvsrsr hard and
brain than L III sct q your assise,
ant. Do Il mani ms ~ VIII. Il
may DO the saving e ~. to brow
she's In your hands instead q IN
outsider'A"
"I1l-l'u DO H. fAltsssA Ososua.
He bent over and k1ssed The hot
lips Of the woman Who vas hio vita
And, even In that moment. - her
feeble arms stole loving areanA his
neck. hs all q oncs found himself
thinking a. his talk With 0ytviA
He tried to tpros the memory ous
Of his mind. But ever 4 ksp9 creep
Ing back batting with The impnlss
Of love and eaAtlansss hat IL Id
ings Of EstAsrs illness had awAk-
ened within him
Midnight had struck Sylvia had
sat long and In deg tAOugAA ~
front Of her living room nreI a1tsr
Billiards. sudden departure In .
reveris, she sat there her eyos Axed
on the glowing embarA
Al last. the dying duUn - IL nre
and the cold that struck thTOugA tAs
room. rpmtndcd her OF the lAkeness
Of the hour. She ross ncn her chair
and lifted . hand To switch az the
electric Lights.
But her arm halted before q ooald
reach the light-ewitch. 6teps-heavy.
laundering steps-scuuded on the
veranda stair and staggSreA across
tine porch. toward the froot door.
Her servants had long since gone
10 bed Fearless, and moved by
curiosity as to Who her late caller
M ht be, she went TO the front door
and threw II open just as the steps
reached the threshold
Into the hallway lurched Q truly
horrible fgure--the figure Of man.
Sylvia iustinctiyely shrank lack into
the stronger Light OF the living room
The man followed. and stood NJ least
WITHIN the radius OF the lamp glow.
II Vas George Billiard. But Sylvia
had 10 look n second time At him TO
make certain. For he bore little re-
semblance TO the weii-groomed and
debonnair George Billiard she had
hitherto known.
He was hailess Ffs hair hung
dankiy over his wet forehead His
face was distorted IN it, haggarc
ghastliness. His eyes we're blood
shot and Wild. Cold sweat poured
FROM his face ard from his eienched
hands. He was IN his SHIRT sleeves,
just as when he had torn OF the all
developing operation apron. Hts
mouth hung open and he breathed
like q spent racer.
n~- DR. BuBard cried sylvia, 6oubt-
| ing her own scSscs.
"She IL dead" he ehat;ered
hoarssiy between gasps for breath.
she Is dead I killed her"
She" broke in Sylvia, in terror.
who? Not--not-?
Yes" he painted. Esther. She Is
dead She wanted me TO operate.
die. kept my mind On .t-for a
time. Then, all at ooce-jnst when
the next stroke had to DE as true az
hair line
Yes" she breathed, as he strzn-
gled and fought for breath.
MY mind wavered. I remember
ed. all at 90 ,Ou-and-this even
ing
Don't" 80 cried out. in horror
Don't speak OF such n thing-nov.
don't think it,
Il did think &c." he mumbled.
thickiy. Il thought t. just when I
needed all my nerve aid my steadi-
ness. I couldn't held the scalpel
steady. II shook-it shook and"
Horrible. HORRIBLE" she moan
ed. her hands over her face.
She's dead" he cried shes
dead! killed her. II I could have
kept my hand steady
The woman took IN fmpcrious
step toward him. Her face had Lost
It's panic terror. II was tmperious
In its stern Indignation
Leave mel" abe commanded
Leave the housel' Your presence
defiles my whole house! Col"
But he muttsrsd, a. II IN half
delirium, you told ms--you would
me-
Il said 'divurcA's she Interrupted,
with . shuddsr that couvulssd hsS,
divorce Nok-not Nsathi' Col
He turned. and. gropang his vay,
stumbled out q The room and out
into the darlmsss Of the winter
night
Sylvia Sands vas ne last person
IN town 70 ses Bullard. Never again
did any friend 80 or hear Of him