Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1916-12-15

at the Corridors farther END with an
open window behind him and with no
other means of escape.
Before he could look outward
through the open easement to learn at
what height he might be from the
ground, the two pursuing men bore
down upon him. They seized him.
roughly, and at once they found they
had tackled man they could not sub
due.
Sam, tearing free, glanced about
for some weapon with whose aid he
could hammer his way past them and
to the distant stairs.
Close beside him on a desk was the
hall telephone. He caught up the
heavy instrument, wrenched IL loose
from its green cord and swung 1t
menacingly above his head.
The doctor and the orderly recOiled
Nefore the wordless threat. But just
then a new actor appeared on the
scene.
The pounding on the closet door had
attracted the nurse and she had re-
leased the imprisoned policeman. And
he came forward, at high speed. yearn-
ing to recapture the crook who had so
easily fooled hiIn.
The patrolman was a born fighter;
and, moreover, he was smarting for
revenge Without a seconds hesitation
he sprang at Eagan. Down went the
telephone instrument, swung with all
the brute strength Of Sans right arm
The blow, fairly landing, would have
meant a fractured skull at the very
least.
But the patrolman had spent his boy
hood on the water front He knew
every move il a rough-aId-tumble bar
room fight And he was not to De
felled like stupid OK.
He charged at Eagan. Down crashed
the telephone. And, almost in nidair
the policeman checked his own ad-
vance; stepping swiftly backward. The
weapon it's distance r4iscalculated,
whizzed harmlessly through the air,
cutting a path fully six inches il front
of the bluecoat's face.
Before Sam could recover from that
4 smashing blow the policeman dived in
Land grappleG him. The doctor and the
orderly crowded forward to reinforce
the officers attack. The nurses
screams were bringing ether men OF
the run from all parts of the building.
Sam. with the, true battling instinct,
realized his peril There was but one
chance of escape. And he must take
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culate it's percentage.
Putting all his strength into one tre-'
mendous heave of body and arms he
wriggled free from the policeman. AS
the latter instantly darted at him
again, Sam wheeled around and sprang
out through the open window just be-
hind him.
The window was one hundred and
thirty-two feet above the ground. And
beneath it was a cement pavement.
Smiling Sam Eagan had fought his
last fight.
He was stone dead before the first
gaping attendant could reach the
street and bend above him.
Among those who gathered around
the shapeless heap was Max Lamar
who, returning from June's home, had
decided to stop at the hospital for a
word with the prisoner The word was
never spoken.
The patrolman, recognizing Lamar,
fastened to tell him the tale OF the
battle; emitting merely his own i'm
prisonment in the closet.
THE chief had just been here, too, ="
finished the officer. Sam had sent
for him. Told him about the Red
Circle woman and"
Max waited to hear no more. Leav-
ing the policeman in the middle of a
sentence he set off at swinging
stride for the Travis home. Clearly,
no time was to be lost.
Mary had persuaded June to leave
the library where everything spoke so
eloquently of the bitter scene with La
mar. The nurse had led the weeping
girl out into the garden. There,
seated beside her on a light rustic
bench, Mary was trying vainly to com.
fort her.
And there Mrs. Travis joined them,
eager to talk over the capture of Sam
and to ask what Lamar had had to say
to June in the library. She attributed
the girls tears to excitement and re-
action after the fight in the hall above.
Mary as best she could, sought to
save June from answering the torrent
of questions and TO turn the tide Of
Mrs. Travis conversation. Presently
something occurred to make this kind.
ly effort no longer necessary.
Yama was ushering two men into
the garden. June recognized them as
Chief Allen and Farwell. And her
heart stood STILL
Good day. Miss Travis" began the
chief, awkwardly holding cut his hand
as he spoke You'll excuse us for in.
truding won't you? You see, We"
He paused. June had accepted his
proffered hand. He held her fingers in
his for a moment peering down at the