Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1916-11-25

The Police Are After YOU" said
Henry.
married, three months ago, justice
OF the peace performed the ceremony.
Now, we both have decided we want
to be married over again by a min
lister OF the gospel IL will seem more
sacred TO US, more worthy our great
love for each other We want you
to marry us. We will be at the rec
tory in ten minutes
a half hour later they returned
from the reCtory 10 their own home
At last the wretched farce OF false
relations was ended They We're now
actually husband and wife.
Into the library they came from the
outer hall-intO the room that must
henceforth be sacred to both OF them.
love. Henry SCOTS heart was too
full for words. Stretching out his
arms he gathered his happy bride TO
his breast. And again their lips met.
if-1lie heavy p0Ttlere IN front OF the
bay window twitched violently. Forth
from behind It's folds strobe Hugh
Scott. His face was greenish white,
his eyes were blazing like a maniac S.
His right hand gripped a pistol.
AS her glance fell on him, Marjorie
shrieked. Henry felt his own brain
reel. Before either OF them could move
or speak Hugh moved toward his
brother, snarling from between with
ing lips:
You framed me, so you could steal
the woman | loved There's only one
fit penalty for Judas like that"
His finger frightened on the pistol
trigger as he spat the words. Henry,
shaking off the bewilderment that had
held him, read the murderOus intent
in Hugh's eyes.
With a leap. Henry cleared the
space between the mailman and him
self, Selling Hugh's pistol-hand and
at the same time catching him by
the throat.
To the floor crashed the brothers
in their death grapple. Over and over
they rolled. fighting like rabid beasts.
Chairs and tables were overturned.
Twice the pistol cracked: but both
times the bullet struck only the wall
of the room.
Presently the meager and unwhole-
some life of the past three months
began to tell upon Hugh. Struggle as
he might. he could not hold his own
against his stronger foe.
Inch by inch Henry worked the PTS
toll out Of Hugh's weakening grasp.
Securing 1t at last. he sprang to his
feet and stood over the conquered
madman.
Voices-the voices of Turnbull and
Mrs. Hardy-sounded in the hallway
outside. The two newcomers were
running toward the library. Henry
turned toward the door. AS he did
so Hugh. with a last rally of strength.
leaped up and flung himself upon him.
The impact caused Henry's finger
to press upon the trigger. There was
a report and the bullet tore through
a panel of the closed door. The door
swung open-and Cyrus Turnbulls
body was propelled into the room
sprawling heavily upon the floor at
Henrv's feet The bullet had struck
him as he opened the door.
Close upon the heels OF Mrs. Hardy
followed a policeman whom she and
Turnbull had called on their hasty
tourney to the house. Seeing the
dead man with Henry crouching above
him. pistol in hand, the officer rushed
in and seized the supposed murderer.
Wait" ordered Hugh. sanity re-
turning to him as suddenly as it had
deserted him. Il shot Mr.. Turnbull,
officer. | shot him, do you hear?
And my brother snatched the pistol
from me, TO take the blame on him
self"
Hugh" cried Henry. aghast 7"
BE still" snapped Hugh Scott,
then. turning again to the policeman.
MY brother has paid my debts
oftener than | had any right to ex-
pect. But this time ! pay my own
debt-and perhaps pay back a little
of what / owe him, along with It, Be
sides. she loves him Her eyes say
so. II I'd know that! Officer, | shot
Mr.. Turnbull did it because he false
" accused me of theft. Arrest me-"
(END OF SIXTH STORYJ