Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1916-12-08
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servants may tell her. And"
That's up to YOU" philosophically
answered Sam. That's your share of
the game, Miss Travis. / can't look
out for everything"
II did all l could for you when you
came out of prison, penniless and an
outcast," went on June, ignoring his
fippancy. Il gave you help. Now
that I'm in such dire peril, won't
you please help me by going away and
saving me from the danger of your
presence here? Every minute you
stay in this house is a menace to me.
oh, please go!"
Cor" he said argumentatively, and
still smiling at her. Go where? To
Jail? That's where they'll stick me
If l leave here before this row blows
over. And even this dusty old hole
and Mary's half-portion food are a
whole lot better'n the PEN"
But you could creep out at night"
And be nabbed at daybreak. No,
thanks. I'll"
But I'll give you enough money
to"
You sure will, miss. I'll see to
that. But not till it's safe to sneak
out I'm laying low, Just now. And
you're goin' to help me do it,"
But don't you see what it means to
me?" pleaded June. you can't stay
hidden here indefinitely. II my moth
er should happen to come up to the
attic Or"
IF she does" interposed Sam, al
most solemnly, $50 much the worse
for her"
OH" cried June in horror.
Listen here!" went on Eagan, a
note of rough authority in his voice.
Lets you and me come to show
down. You're goin' to keep on hidin'
ne here and feedin' me and pro-
tectin' me; an when / get out,
you're goin' to keep me on Easy
street. Not because you want to. But
because you've got TO. Because il you
don't, you know can tell a whole lot
of int'restin' things about Circle Jim
Borden's crook daughter"
You beast!" famed June. you
beast!"
Cut out the snappy stuff" ordered
Sam. Treat me easy and you'll find
me easy to treat. That's always been
my way. But come any rough business
with me, and you'll always find me
on hand with bucketful of trouble.
Remember that. So don't call names,
any more. HUH" he rumbled in con-
tempt You're a swell one to be
talkin' to me as If / wasn't as good
as you. Why, you and me is in the
same pew. If you think we amt, just
take look at that"
AS he spoke he caught her by the
right wrist and tore away the loose
hanging glove from the back of her
hand. The Red Circle blazed into view.
June tore herself free from his grasp,
just as Mary sprang forward to rescue
her darling from the man.
Both women broke into fierce
speech. But Eagan's deep voice cas-
lily dominated and drowned their
words of anger.
81 stay right here, my lady," he an
nounced loudly. And you'll see I'm
we'll took care of. If you don't-or if
you try to double-cross me, everybody
is goin' to know all about Circle Jim's
daughter. Get that"
Next morning, June put on a riding
habit, ordered her saddle horse
brought to the door i'm half an hour,
and then shut herself in her own
den.
Taking from a drawer the big
packet of banknotes she had stolen
from Farwell's safe, she counted them
carefully. Then she sat down at her
typewriter and pounded out a half
dozen lines. Addressing a large en-
velope, she put the typed sheet into
it and stuffed the sheaf of banknotes
In there, too. Sealing the envelope,
she thrust it into the inside pocket of
her riding coat, and ran downstairs.
June turned her horses head toward
the section of the city where stood
the Farwell corporations factory. 1t
was not a savory neighborhood, at
best. And this morning it was even
less peaceful than usual For the
bulk of the Farwell employees were
gathered in the big yard of the fac
tory holding an impromptu indignation
meeting.
Silas Farwell's failure to keep his
word about sharing with his men the
profits of the concern was the theme
of their spokesman's harangue.
From the buildings entrance, Far
well watched the gathering of the
men I'm the yard. He knew well
enough what was up. And he scowled,
as fragments of the spokesman's
speech came to his ears.
At last, as he was about to go into
his office, Farwell saw the spokesman
and two of his audience detach them
selves from the group and walk to-
ward him. He understood the object
of their visit
His right hand slipped into the
pocket of his coat, and his fingers
closed about the cold butt of a pistol
that rested there.