The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-11-09

he lay IueTe watching as the water
from the overlooking tub trickled to
the floor, pooled in the worn undula-
tons of the boards, and crawled on
! again, in search of some avenue of es
cape. And he watched it as ii moved
| FIR on its sinuous back, he remem
bered. it carried his message of deliv-
erance, his hope of life. Finding ap
unused ventilator fue, the water foun-
tanned joyously down on the head of .
| long-haired artist hard at work on
canvas.
That artist, after speechlessly COD.
templating the deluge, ran shouting to
the hallway, where he was joined by
his model and by fellow artists from
neighboring studios.
When they found their investiga-
tions barred by a locked door, they
broke it in. While they were shifting
suspiciously about the outer room,
however, their efforts to reach the
source of that deluge were being an
| ticipated by a more stealthy figure,
which, clambering monkeylike up the
narrow iron fire escape, climbed still
higher to the small window and
promptly broke 1t In.
Manley, rousing himself at the
sharp sound of the breaking glass,
turned about to behold the face of a
narrow-eyed and dark-skinned stranger
in the square of light about him. Even
| as he stared up at this exotic face
with its uncanny fringe of Jet black
| hair he saw the unknown intruder
draw a slender tube from under his
coat. To this tube the stranger fitted
a small arrow scarcely longer than a
darning needle. Then, placing the tube
| TO his mouth, he sent the slender dart
whistling down through the air, where
it fixed itself in the wooden flooring
not three inches from Margery Gold
ems head.
Instinctively. as Marley witnessed
! that incomprehensible attack. as he
vaguely awoke to the meaning of the
| strange performance, he crawled to
the girls side. There he tried to
shield her helpless body with his own.
But after that he remembered little.
He awakened later to the sound of
a woman's soft sobs close beside his
aching head. And he knew, even be,
fore she spoke, that it was Margery
| Golden.
ITS no use, doctor" she was for
| lornly crying out to the figure nearer
the foot Of the bed. 81 saw that man,
and | know it was Mauki And as
soon as l saw him ! knew Legar had
sent him. had sent him with the same
poisoned arrows that once killed an
informer in the Owls Nest!"
But this man isn't dead" protest
ed the doctor.
"No, but he will die"
"Now, young lady, this won't do. you
know" the man OF medicine tried to
reassure the quietly weeping girl.
"And If you leave me with him for a
few minutes I'll make another exam
nation. And then well know the
| worst!"
I'D rather stay with him-to the
last" said the white-faced girl.
"But If you'll come back. in ten min.
utesl" quietly announced the man who
was not used to having his sugges.
tions crossed. And he held the door
for the unhappy girl as she passed un.
steadily out.
Manley, the next minute, lifted his
head from the pillow
Say, doctor, what's this about me-
dying?" he demanded.
"That all depends on one point,
was the doctors reply as he gingerly
took up one of the slender arrows, nc
longer than a darning needle. And
| the point is whether or not we can
find an antidote for the poison that
was smeared on those outlandish blow.
gun darts. But the next point is, how
DO you feel?"
81 might feel worse!"
The man of medicine looked puz.
| zled.
well. that seems TO be the strange
part of this case. The infection must
be very insidious one. Even the
wounds themselves show no signs of
| toxication. So you wait here a min.
ut until I get my instrument bag
When that somewhat bewildereo
man of medicine returned with his bag
he found David Manley sitting up in
bed, porting frowningly over sheet
of paper which he held in his hand.
"Who threw this note on my bed?"
demanded his patient, with a igor
that was unlocked for in the dying
II was the doctors turn TO frown as
he took the sheet OF paper from the
others hand.
Il drew the fangs from Mauki's
blow gun" read the message there in.
scribed, his arrows held no poison.
and YOU are safe. The Laugh