The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1917-06-21


aching arm. He did not dare sling,
but the hand was thrust in the pocket
Of his coat. II only the hemorrhage
did not start again He braced him
self and watched.
1T was 2 robbery, you know thatf~
said Ward, In the library. He picked
his words carefully. AS I got the
story, a taxicnb on Its way to the bank
was held up near the Record office.
Your fnther had stepped to the curb
to hall the taxi. and--it happened
then, IA stray bullet from one Of
the bandits guns
Boroday, eyes ON the car. heard the
statement, and, with the chief coming
up the steps from the road TO the gnr-
den, took the time to repudinte It.
"Pardon!" he said. ut was not n
| weapon In the hands Of the bandits. 1t
was the revolver Of the bank messen-
ger"
Ward turned In surprise. Boroday's
eyes were fixed on Elinor's, with reas-
surance In their depths. The assistant
rector was not subtle, but he had a
curious feeling Of something behind all
this. He was uncomfortable.
II trust" he said earnestly. shat
these various outrages will be at an
end now. Surely the police"
Possibly" The anarchists gnze
wandered to the garden, where even
then the chief was making his way to-
ward the house. "Of course, these
bandits are trained men of unusual
intelligence. IL the police were Of In
telligence to cope with them"
"Yes2"
meager salaries and petty graft. They
would be"-he shrugged his shoulders
bandits themselves, very possibly"
Ward left after that-left with an
uncomfortable feeling of having got
nowhere. He was convinced of one
thing, death, which for him was an
open gateway. was for this girl n
closed and fastened door. And he
/; knew something else. No other woman
had ever so profoundly impressed him
as this girl who without hope In her
: grief met II with high head and
courageous eyes.
He felt certain comfort In one
thing. Elinor had made a concession
and Hilary Kingston, lavish giver to
. Saint Jude's.
. The chief met Mr.. Ward on the ter.
race and took off his hat. Boroday
!, in the dim hall, felt n certain sense OF
] content. Nothing could have been more
j suspicious, could have set his stag,
! better for his little drama, than The
presence Of the young clergyman. The
] whole scene gained tone, decOrum.
The chiefs visit was short. The!
! had followed the bandits car md los
] 1t, and finding himself in the neighbor
4 hood
"Be assured" he said to Elinor II
his best manner, that well not res
until this thing Is cleared up. Tn
communicable cleared his throat
"the community will not lose one o
its best citizens without u violent pro
test"
With the coroner he went up tn
4 stairs and into old Hilary's room. TIL
chief glanced about while the hast
examination was being made.
"Nice room," he said. But joll
4 lot of good II does the old gentleman
now Nice little girl downstairs, toe
I've seen that chap In the hall some
4 where"
The coroner drew the sheet over oil
Hilary's peaceful face.
''The preacher? They all look alike
It's the vest and the collar"
! "The other man, with the accent
German, take II, or-Russian."
Boroday was waiting for them a
the foot Of the staircase. In the !
brary was tray, with drinks an
4 sandwiches. The shades had bee
lowered.
The chief ate and drank. And n
often as he raised his glass he locke
! at the Russian over 1t. At last:
"Haven't we met somewhere, NJ
W "Boroday. rather think not"
"a "You remind me of sOmeOne-p