Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1916-11-25

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you'll Hand That Over, or You'll
Never Leave This Room Allvel"
ed return and his discovery of the pa
per that had led to the quarrel that
ended in Diego's death.
Jerry, although innocent of the death
Of Sebastian's brother, had been placed
In compromising circumstances He
had been tried before an Argentine
court of law, found guilty and sen
fenced to life Imprisonment. Soon
afterward she had learned that he had
died.
AS she read the whole story, Leon
tine felt a deep and rebellious rage
against her husband fill her heart.
She stood like statue underneath
the lamp, incapable for the time of
movement; she knew nothing, but lived
again in the past. She saw Jerry
starting on his wonderful voyage
which was to bring them fortune, and
she heard again her own parting
pledge of loyalty to him. The pap
tiuttered loosely in her hand.
That was the moment when the M
pie, Louie, stealing up behind Leont
saw his own signature at the bot
of the paper. With swift, deft m
ment, he Snatched it out of her ham
Il know that name," said Louie, II
bling his hand across his forehc
"Why-why, it's my ownw
Leontine, recognizing Louie, looI
at him in wonder.
"Give me that paper" she said o.
ly Eyes, it is your own confession
Lamb. And I thank you a thoI
tines"
Don't mention it," said Louie, IL
ing an ironical bow.
Louie, holding the confession h
in the air, took his station beneath Il
light, and began reading it. He real
on in profound establishment. Leon.
tine waited She knew the situation
was a difficult one but she knew that
she was more likely to get back the
paper by diplomacy than by force.
Louies brOws wrinkled as he contin.
ued to read. He had not the fainteSt
recollection of having ever written
such thing. What had been the mat,
ter with him? Well, it was a lie, any.
way, and probably a forgery.
Let me have it now" pleaded LIE,
ontine, as Louie came to the end.
Louie, still holding the paper above
her head, grinned mischievously.
whats the gamer he demanded.
Going to send me to the penitentiary,
Ell? What's the gamer Who put you
up to it?' :.
MIR. Lamb, please listen to me- You'll
wrote that confession and it's very val,
liable to me. Jerry Carson, whom YOU
wronged, meant good deal to me. ]
want that paper now. You won't 20
back on your word?'
Louie grinned, and suddenly lower,
Ing the paper, tore it in two.
With a scream Leontine flung her,
self upon him, trying to wrest the pa.
per out of his hand. So unexpected
was her movement that at first Louie
was quite taken aback. Her fingers
closed on his clenched fist which held
the two halves of the document. She
was trying with all her might to force
MS hand open. And all the while she
pleaded.
Give it back to me, please-please !"
she implored. ut is worth everything
% me. 1t Is worth thousand dollars
all that have. Listen, then Bring
t to my house tonight, and | will give
you a thousand in cash tonight"
"A thousand dollars !" grinned Louie
"Say, | reckon to
lrop as much as that any night in
Madame Biancas."
He flung her off and deliberately tore
he two halves across, and again and
gain. He hurled the fragments of
'aper into the roadway. The breeze
aught them and sent them flying in
IL directions. They rose into the air
Ike miniature snowstorm, fluttered
nd drifted away.
So Jerry's honor was scattered to the
Winds again; and Leontine's hopes
we're dissipated into the night air.
Think I'm fool?" sneered Louie.
Think I'm going to put myself in the
enitentiary for a thousand dollars?
is fake, anyway. / never wrote It."
And, raising his hat with maybe
lalice, the little crook took his non.
halant departure.
Leontine sank down upon the steps
nd sobbed her heart out.
(TO BE CONTINUED)