The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-03-23

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Putting all his strength into one ire
mendous heave of body and arms he
wriggled free from the policeman. AS
the latter instantly darted at him
again, Sam wheeled around and sprang
out through the open window just be-
hind him.
The window was one hundred and
thirty-two feet above the ground. And
beneath it was a cement pavement.
Smiling Sam" Eagan had fought his
last fight.
He was stone dead before the first
gaping attendant could reach the
street and bend above him.
Among those who gathered around
the shapeless heap was Max Lamar
who, returning from June's home, had
decided to stop at the hospital for a
word with the prisoner. The word was
never spoken.
The patrolman, recognizing Lamar,
FASTENED to tell him the tale of the
battle; emitting merely his own I'M
prisonment in the closet.
"The chief had just been here, too"
for him. Told him about the Red
Circle woman and"
Max waited to hear no more. Leav-
ing the policeman in the middle of a
sentence he set off at a swinging
stride for the Travis home. Clearly,
no time was to be lost.
Mary had persuaded June to leave
the library where everything spoke SO
eloquently of the bitter scene with La
mar. The nurse had led the weeping
girl out into the garden. There,
seated beside her on a light rustic
bench, Mary was trying vainly to COM
fort her
And there Mrs. Travis joined them,
eager to talk over the capture of Sam
and to ask what Lamar had had to say
to June in the library. She attributed
the girls tears to excitement and re-
action after the fight in the hall above.
Mary, as best she could, sought to
save June from answering the torrent
of questions and to turn the tide of
Mrs. Travis conversation. Presently
something occurred to make this kind
ly effort no longer necessary.
Yama was ushering two men into
the garden. June recognized them as
Chief Allen and Farwell. And her
heart stood STILL
Good day, Miss Travis" began the
chief, awkwardly holding out his hand
truding won't you? You see. We"
He paused. June had accepted his
proffered hand. He held her fingers in
his for a moment peering down at the
back of the little hand that lay in his
own. Farwell also stared wolfishly at
her hand
But no circle rewarded their keen
examination. The back of June's hand
was white and unmarked.
What can 1 do for you, chief?"
asked June, struggling to keep her
voice steady and pretending not to !
notice the double inspection of her
hands.
Well" stammered the chief, woe |
fully at ease, you see, it's this way, |
Miss Travis: Smiling Sam Eagan
wanted me to see you about-about
the Red Circle"
I'm afraid l can't be of very much
help to you," answered the girl, 1--WE
heard Mr.. Lamar speak about the Red
Circle, of course, and 1 read something
about it, think, in one Of the papers,
out that's really all I know. What did
poor Sam think I-?"
Look" shouted Farwel1, IN savage
ylee, look there, chief! Look!"
When Allen had released Junes
light hand the girl had allowed it to
lrop, carelessly, on the back of the
bench. FarweH was pointing, excited
y, at it. The chiefs gaze followed the
direction of the stubby forefnger.
June, with cry, thrust her hand be-
lind her. But not before both men
lad seen the Red Circle begin to
,leam through the soft whiteness of
is flesh.
"The Red Circle!" exclaimed Chief
Allen.
He took a step toward the girl. Her
lerve going to pieces. she screamed
nd fed into the house. At the chiefs
lext step he found himself confronted
" Mary.
The old woman, eyes ablaze, had
up the light bench and was
it wildly.
"You lay one finger on my precious
ably, Mr.. Chief" she snarled, like an :
ngry cat, "and I'll brain you with ,
hist"
The men, unheeding, made as
hough to push past her toward the
ouse. She flung the bench straight
cross their path. And, in their on :
yard scramble, they stumbled over it. !,
AS they gathered themselves up they =
aw Mary vanish into the house in the
AXE of June. The chief-yelling to 6
arweI to watch the house from the :.