The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1917-02-15

hers were almost those OF a maniac
and the nurse signed to tho distracted
father TO help her. Gloria was shrek
ing now as she found et
strength:
There, there, look! Look down by
the steps OF the monument, Dick IL
lying there. / tell you they've killed
him. Oh, my God, why don't you &c
to him instead Of holding me here?"
With n supreme effort she
wrenched herself free from the two
only to be mercifully seized with an
other iainting spell. Swooning for
ward, her face would have been
dashed against the f~ootboard OF her
bed had not Richards recaptured her
In her arms. At last Doctor Royce
appeared in the doorway. His foot
struck the binoculars, which still lay
on the floor where they had fallen
from Gloria's hand. He started back
from them, looked towards the pros.
trate Gloria, and, STOPPING swiftly,
thrust the glasses into his pocket with
what sounded to Richards much like
an oath. Then he came forward to
Gloria, taking her from her fathers
arms.
Gloria opened her eyes again and
stared into the doctors own with an
other cutlery:
You will believe me and go to him,
won't your"
Reason seemed to return to her
now, and her eyes were OVERLOOKING
with tears. Her father had to turn
his own away, for Gloria's made him
think OF a child torn from it's mother
and beaten and pleading. When Doc.
tor Royce spoke his voice was hoarse
with emotion:
Gloria, you know that l would give
my life to spare you any pain or to
do you any service, but remember
that you are still very Ill, that any
further excitement might be fatal to
you. You. have a high fever and are
not yourself. You are q very sick
child. Tell mo what is troubling you
and what frightened you and l will do
anything l can to- help you"
Gloria seemed to be holding herself
under extreme control as IL to con.
vince them of her sanity.
"oh, Stephen. you must believe. /
tell you / saw 1t all-from the window
here. But there Is no time to lose.
You must go to him. Dick Freneau
is dead! Murdered! His body is
down there at the base Of the monu-
ment.
Miss Richards vas sleeping. l
couldn't. / looked through my glasses
on the drive. I turned them towards
the monument. / saw o man In eve
ming dress lettering about. / couldn't
see his face. He seemed to be wait.
ing for someone. A policeman went
by. The man stepped behind the mon
ument till the officer had gone. Then
he came out again. He took q revol.
yer from his pocket. Then he walked
away as q tramp came along.
Il saw the tramp-a s~louching crea-
ture with q hideous face-a face I
shall never forget. / saw It plainly
under the light Of the lamps as he
dropped on q bench. But / thought
nothing Of him and turned my glasses
down tho drive.
Il saw q man stop to light q cigar.
1t was Dick. / was surprised. /
thought ne would have been on the
train. He seemed to look up at my
| windows. Then he walked on. I
turnod INV ulocsau hacJ 20 fha <ra-
! saw q terrific look come over his
face, under the lamp-post-as he saw
Dick approaching. / wanted to scream
q warning, but he was too far away.
/ saw the tramp skulk behind q tree.
"As Dick passed him the tramp
leaped on him from behind. There
was a struggle in the shadows. / tried
to scream-not q sound came from
my throat. / could only hold the
glasses to my eyes and watch. The
tramp was like a mad gorilla. Dick
hadn't a chance with him. The f1end
either choked him to death or stabbed
him, I don't know which. But I know
that / saw these things. l know it's
true. and l saw his body thrown down
1ifeless.
The nan in evening dress came
back again. ] thought he was going
to save Dick The tramp ran away
at sight Of him. The man knelt down
by Dicks body. ! couldn't see very
well, but he seemed to be listening
t. his heart. I thought surely he
would help Dick. Then I could hard
ly believe my eyes. for he began to
search Dicks coat. He pulled out