The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-02-03

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II his pistol still covered his enemy
There was a minute still. and out OF
the darkness came the voice Of Ere
mantle.
you may as we'll listen. Munson.
he said 1T won't prevent your shoot
ing Mrs. Munson knew that you had
ceased to care for her. She did all
In her power to win your love. Al
last / discovered what the trouble was
You know we were like brother and
sister in the old days"
Munson set HIS teeth and strained
his ears for the chime. His pistol did
not waver in his hand.
Il suggested the scheme, Munson.
! told her that you were not bad sort
of man, that II you realized what you
might lose you would feel differently
| designed to make you jealous; but
| did not mean anyone else to see.
That's ALL"
"You lying hound!" snarled Munson
And at that instant he heard the qua.
yer OF the clock as 1t prepared to
chime, and pressed the trigger
There came no echo to the muffled
thud OF the discharge For fearful
instant he hesitated. Had he killed
Fremantle? He strained his ears. but
could hear nothing save the clock
striking.
Have you hred?" he demanded as
the chimes subsided
There was no response. Nervously
he stretched out his hand and switched
on the light Fremantle stood quite
STILL watching him. his pistol dropping
In his hand.
III that's all. Munson-" he began.
Munson dashed his pistol down and
burst into tears from the reaction.
You've had your triumph. curse
you!" he whimpered my life's yours.
Why didn't you shoot? Why didn't
you? I'm going"
He stepped out through the win
dcws. He was going away. Fremantle
had won; he had refused to shoot
when he could have killed him. Doubt
less he meant to make the most Of
his triumph. and Ife meant more to
him under the circumstances than 1t
would If he were a murderer and a
fugitive.
At the edge Of the lawn Munson hes.
itated and looked back Fremantle
was still in the library. He stood be.
meath. the light Of the electric bulb
He had wrapped handkerchief about
his hand and laid the pistol away. AS
Munson watched him he saw the door
open and his wife appear upon the
threshold.
Munson had never spied upon his
wife but at the sight of her a madness
rose in his brain. Fremantle would
tell her of his triumph A love scene
was imminent. Why should he not
kill them both?
He acted upon the thought. He
crept toward the window again. halt.
ing in the shadow of a tall cypress
outside. AS he did so he saw the pls-
tol that Fremantle had laid down. II
lay hidden from his wife's view. but
plain in Munson's sight, behind a pile
of books upon the library table. And
MWlson remembered that II had not
been discharged.
His hand went out toward 1t, but
was arrested by his wife's words.
where's Jim 20 she asked
81 think he has storned outside"
said Fremantle, unconcerne,Aly.
Edith Munson hesitated. looked AT
Fremantle. Then she put her han
to her face and began to sob softly
81 can't bear It any longer" she
said. Harry. 1t has failed. He doesn't
care for me. You can't win love by
any such trick as that. He is tired
of me, Harry"
NO. said Fremantle, bravely ut
was a misunderstanding on both
Sides"
She looked up quickly. you have
been talking with him!" she cried,
How do you know that? How do you
know"
Fremantle stood before her Edith.
he said, tell me one thing: Do you
love your husband?"
with all my heart and soul" she
answered.
The fingers of the man outside,
which we're cropping for the pistol, fell
MS If palsied to his side He shrank
back from the window as Fremantle
came out. Fremantle turned. and
their eyes met
Harry" Jim Munson began.
go to her." said Fremantle. seeing
that he had overheard.
Harry, wronged you. VIII you
forgive? A man doesn't often have
such friend. and to wrong Kim"
Their hands met 60 to her." Ere
mantle answered, and strobe swiftly
across the lawn in the direction of the
station.
No Enchantment in Music.
Last night a woman fiat dweller had