Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1916-05-27

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rested him at three this morning
der of Roddy-he few into q passion
that brought on fatal hemorrhage.
He died within ten minutes"
There was a little silence
81 may tell you, Mr.. LANYARD" the
Englishman resumed, looking IN from
the motor. to which he was paying at
tention with monkey-wrench and oil
can. that you were quite mistaken
when you ridiculed the idea of the In
ternationa1 Underworld, Unlimited
or course, IL you hadn't laughed,
shouldn't feel quite as much respect
for you as / do; in fact, the chances
are you'd be in handcuffs-ora cell In
the 5ante-this very minute But. abb
surd as it sounded-and was-the I'm
derworld' project was a pet hobby of
Banaon's-who'd been the brains of a
gang of criminals in New York for
many years. He was a bit touched on
the subject. A monomaniac, IL you
ask me- And his enthusiasm won De
Morbihan and Popinot Overland me!
He took a wonderful fancy to me,
Bannon did; 1 really was appointed
hrst lieutenant in Greggs' stead
Nothing he wouldn't tell me. / even
got him to tell me about you-why he
was so uncommon vindictive. Do you
wish to know"
IF you please"
1T seems Bannon was the chan who
kidnapped and abandoned you at Troy
on's. Your mother had been his wife,
put left him for cause-divorced him
and married again in England. You
were the child of her second marriage
Bannon managed to ruin your father
drove him into bankruptcy and to sui
cfde-and the shock of that coupled
with your disappearance, killed your
mother. But even that wasn't enough
for Bannon; and when he found you'd
grown up to be the Lone Wolf, he
signed your death warrant then and
there. Only you declined to be exc
cuted. Your family name
Forgive me-" Lanyard interposed
hastily; but l don't care to know my
family name. If 1 have no parents liv-
ing, I've no kin who would welcome
my return. And If 1 had prefer to
prove myself before 1 hunt them up.
Some day, perhaps, may apply to you
for more information. But for the
present, I'm content-and grateful"
81 think" said Wertheimer, restor-
ing the oil can to its place in the tool
| kit, you're very wise. In fact, my per-
sonal feeling for you is one of grow
ing esteem, if you'll permit me to say
So You've most of the makings of a
man. Will you shake hands-with a
| copper's nark?"
He gave Lanyard's hand a firm and
friendly grasp and turned to the girl.
"Good-by, Miss Shannon. I'm truly
grateful for the assistance you gave US.
| Without you we'd have been sadly
handicapped. And now it's good-by
and good luck. 1 hope you may be
! happy I'm sure you can't go far with
| out coming across a highroad or viii
lage; but-for reasonsnot unconnected
with my professional pursuits pre-
fer to remain in ignorance of the way
you CO."
Releasing her hand, he stepped back.
saluted the lovers with a smile and
| gay gesture, and clambered briskly to
the pilots seat of the biplane-
| When firmly established, he turned
the switch of the starting mechanism.
The heavy, distinctive hum of the
| great motor filled that isolated hollow
in the Downs with a sound like the
| purring of a dynamo.
With a final wave OF his hand, Vert
heimer grasped the starting lever.
Its brool deepening, the PARROT
stirred, shot forward abruptly. In two
seconds it was fifty yards distant. it's
silhouette already blurred, it's wheels
lifting from the rim of the hollow.
Then lightly it rose and scared.
| parted the mists, vanished.
For some time Lanyard and Lucy
Shannon remained motionless, cling
ing together. hand in hand, their faces
upturned, as If expecting it's reappear-
| ance, listening to the drone that pres
emily dwindled to a mere thread OF
obscurity above them.
Then, turning, they faced each
other, smiling uncertainty, smile that
said: so all that is finishedi Or, per
| haps, we have dreamed it!'
Suddenly, with a low cry, the girl
gave herself to Lanyard's arms; and
as this happened the mists parted and
bright sunlight flooded the hollow in
the Downs.
After a little, taking her lips away
the girl rested her head on his Shout
der and sighed little sigh. a soft
sigh of content.
eff we hurry" she said then, 'it's
possible that we may win to London
yet, before it's too late"
'Too late"
sTo get a special Hcense-or what
ever it is one must get before one may
marry in haste in England. Don't you
know"
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