Tombstone epitaph. (Tombstone, Ariz.) 1887-current, 1917-08-05

resolved still.
Read them" continued Rodney.
I'll admit to you that the whole thing
would not be worth the paper it's
written on In = court Of law. or even
in a newspaper report, but it's con-
vincing to as. and you can make 1t
to everybody. You've got
to speak"
do you think. sir, that there any
power In your stretched-out arm, or
in your rude voice or In yosr threat
ening gesture TO make me speak?'
"By the Lord" exclaimed Winters,
suddenly whipping out Colts AS
from the holster at his belt-he was
dressed just as he had been when he
rode away from the ranch-"out West
we've got ways for persuading men to
speak, and this is one of them"
Winters was a bigger man than Rod
ney His life had been wild and rough.
and his manner when he wanted was
according. He would fain add physical
compulsion under threat of death to
Rodney's mental insistence.
"And do you think, sir. that Tn
afraid of any lethal weapon you can
produce or even use, any more than l
am of Mr.. Rodney's words?" The old
mans eyes flashed, and his knees
shook, but he had all the spirit of
a soldier as he looked into Winters
stern face, full of threat and menace.
His thin voice took on certain quail
ity of courage. 1t even rang a little.
His courage was mainly moral, but
there was some accompanying physical
hardihood. that was undoubted. You
can beat me. you can even kill me. If
you wish, but you can't make me say
a word / don't want to say Of my
own free WILL" he cried out at last, his
voice strangely rising.
Gentlemen; gentlemen" said Helen
flingworth, rising and swiftly inter
posing between the secretary and the
two angry men. She realized that the
affair had gone far enough and that
she must intervene. They had certain
ly failed lamentably. almost ludicrous-
ly. you are wrong to threaten Mr..
Shurtliff. He is old enough to be the
father of either Of you. Drop your
arm, Mr.. Rodney. Put up that pistol,
Mr.. Winters. Mr.. Shurtliff," said the
girl quickly, "as am in a certain sense
your hostess. and as you are in a GER
tain sense my guest here, / apologize
to you for the improper and impulsive
conduct Of these young men. They
love Bertram Meade dearly, as / do.
Let that be their excuse. Meanwhile,
they will apologize to you here and
now, / am sure"
There was a moment of silence. Rod
ney and Winters stared at each other,
and both looked at the girl, confront
ing them so confidently in her superb
and beautiful way. Winters smiled a
little shamefacedly as he showed his
gun back into its holster. His had in
deed been the greater offense.
Mr. Winters. Mr.. Rodney" said the
girl insistently.
"Oh, apologize l suppose it was
wrong to threaten him." said Rodney
disgustedly.
Hang IT." said Winters, now utterly
forgetful of conventions, at wasn't the
thing to do to draw a gun on a little
old man, and I'm sorry did it"
"And now that we've apologized
you'll tell US the truth, won't you?
asked Rodney swiftly, with no appre.
ciable change Of manner.
Yes, we beg it now, humbly,'
chimed in Winters, with anything but
an humble air or voice.
az won't have Mr.. Shurtliff even ap
pealed to now" said Miss Illingworth
"You have threatened him and yor
have apologized. Whether he forgives
you or not is for him to decide, but ht
shall not be worried, or questioned, Oh
insulted any more"
Thank you, Miss IIlingworth.
came for that book on the desk; you
father wants It," said Shurtliff grimly
bowling slightly to her.
He stepped little trembllngiy-th'
scene had been unnerving-past tn
young men, picked up the book. bowet
again formally and Enthusiastically Il
Miss nlingworth alone, and went GU
ter were certainly his
"well, Miss nlingworth," said Win
tiers, II don't know whether you mad
q mistake or not link / couIo no
scared 1t out .. him with this httl
vrrsuader of mine" He tapped tn
butt Of the pistol.
You couldn't have done 1t Il yo1
had killed him." said the woman, VIII
had read the old secretary correctly